If we all drew our lives,there would be many holes in our pictures.A moth made those holes.A moth isdeath and decay.A hole meanloss and suffering.Maybe holes are also disfunctional humans,imperfect worlds;a premonition.As more and more holes appear,so society falls to pieces,rots from the core,and god disssolves,amongst the o... More..
I'll begin with one day on a train.We both sat and looked out the windowand smiled.Then we talked and laughed.Later, walking around the city streets,our hands linked,feeling the infatuation.That was the beginning of it all.When we are together,teasing, tickling, touching;through the tips of our fingers we feel it,feel the lin... More..
I love the night.A Rich ebony cloak entwines the sky in its embrace,and deep silence echoes through the world.Warmth retreats from the streetsinto our cosy cubby holes,while fresh snappy chills nose through the air outside.Up up to the glinting smiles,flashes of twinkling firesscattered across the river of blackness.Round bul... More..
Funny, I was talking about changing the world with my dad the other day. He said that when he was my age he thought he could change it. I said the difference with me is that I know I can't. He told me to watch Erin Brockovich. So I did.Just say I really could change it, like Erin. Be a somebody amongst all the nobodies. I'd s... More..
"Antonio describes Shylock as a devil' and a villain'. Do you think this is a fair description or is Shylock a victim of the intolerant prejudice of the times?"In The Merchant of Venice', the character of Shylock can be interpreted in two ways. He is subject to insults and prejudiced behaviour from the Christian community in ... More..
Dance. What does that mean to you? A wild night out with the girls in the night club laughing and moving until you have never felt so exhilarated before? A romantic whirl around the living room in the arms of the love of your life? Or an intense, energentic jazz class at your local dance club?To me dance is my hobby, my passi... More..
A Saturday afternoon in May. The air was cool but not cold. I have clear vision of a bulky wooden climbing frame, with a brilliant yellow slide attached. Then to the left an ageing shed, slightly concealed by a mass of tangled creepers draped over a dying tree. Vibrant, emerald, well-kept grass leapt out at me and the scene w... More..
If I were taken to a court of law, by my conscience, I could lie and not fear the wrath of God. Why? Because I believe he does not exist, and I am not alone. If any such person needed to speak in court then the oath of truth they swore would be worthless. It would also be hypocritical would it not? If you do not believe in Go... More..
Ely Tinkler
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