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Wednesday, August 10, 2005

MR BEN PART 5 / THE TRYST

In part 4, Ben finally met Lizzie’s and Billy’s aunt, Emily, and they have been discussing the war ( it is 1916 ), and Emily is surprised when Ben tells her that it is stupid for British and German lads to be killing each other; and that he prays for the war to end, so that German soldiers too can go home to their loved ones. Emily’s gaze was open and frank, her wide grey eyes running slowly over his face, as if she were studying some strange and unknown creature. The patriotic fervour of August... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE TRYST

I'm reposting this, because it got accidentally deleted. THE TRYST We sat in our favourite place, on that rough hewn stone: hard by the willow tree, that cast dappled shadows over us, and the other stones about that place. She had looked wan and pale of late: fragile and ephemeral. But now there was a fresh bloom on her cheek, and her lovely eyes were lambent with the light of love, and of anticipation. Her lips met mine; sweet as honeysuckle; light and gentle as the caress of butterfly's wings;... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 9, 2005

BLOGGERS

What manner of being are these? from what clay were they made?; For sure not that of you and I! What kind of creature are they, to do what they do, they do? For they do it all the time! ( These bloggers! ) What god or devil made their minds? Not He who made yours and mine; for we are not as they, are we? No, we do not do as they, my friend; at our computer, pecking away; throughout the night and all the day. these bloggers! ‘tis said my friend, and do not scoff, for this is but discovered truth;... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE SILENT HEALER

Synergy is the process whereby substances, often only in trace quantities, in combination with others have cumulative powers greatly out of proportion to their individual effects. For example, the pleasure factor of a cooling glass of water when thirsty may be enhanced by the addition of fruit juice. The individual components of beer are either inedible or distasteful, yet in combination make a palatable drink. Two components of gunpowder - charcoal and sulphur - will only smoulder, and its... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 8, 2005

GRACIAS MI INGLES

A sequel to “ The Party ”, posted on ariel’s stuff, July 30 2005 This is, for me, the most interesting and intriguing story that I have ever written; for it is true, as Isabel believes, that the narrator of the story is not a fictional character, but the author himself. It was at the party in my story, “ The Party ”, that I first saw the young girl that I call Isabel, and all the events recounted actually happened; and the emotions expressed by the narrator were mine. I see Isabel occasionally,... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE PAUPERS' RIOT AND WHO LOVES ME ENOUGH

The Pauper’s Riot Being a true and Accurate account of the late Riot and Civil Commotion at the Shoreditch Workhouse, during which Foul Murder & Cannibalism occurred. The Paupers sat all wan and pallid, in the Shoreditch Workhouse squalid: and one of the number- Lurking Billy - gazing glumly into his Skilly, said “ Friends ain’t it a Fate most cruel, in this Christmas season to eat fin Gruel. ‘tis good roast beef an’ foamin’ beer wot we needs to give us Yuletide cheer!” Another spoke: saying “... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 7, 2005

MORE MISHAPS AT MON BLOGUE/WHERE I LIVE

Thank God that one is finally – almost – recovered from the unfortunate incident of our students surfing ( one believes that this is the correct term ) pornographic sites on this internet gadget. However, one still smarts with the humiliation of the even more unfortunate incident that occurred on one’s recent visit to the royal estate at Sandringham. That disastrous incident between Her Majesty and oneself, that took place during what had been a pleasant carriage ride about the estate; both... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 6, 2005

More Unfortunate Incidents At Mon Blogue/Flower girl/ Verb-free Zone

Thank God that one is finally – almost – recovered from the unfortunate incident of our students surfing ( one believes that this is the correct term ) pornographic sites on this internet gadget. However, one still smarts with the humiliation of the even more unfortunate incident that occurred on one’s recent visit to the royal estate at Sandringham. That disastrous incident between Her Majesty and oneself, that took place during what had been a pleasant carriage ride about the estate; both... Sign in to see full entry.

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FLOWER GIRL AND A VERB-FREE ZONE

FLOWER GIRL He was heart flutteringly handsome, and when he came into her florist shop - which was almost every day - he was very shy and seeming nervous in her presence. Every time he came in he said “ One rose please”, and it was usually red, but sometimes white, and she always put a small spray of fern with it, in a pretty new foil and clear plastic sleeve. His hand would tremble as he took his rose from her, and she would watch him leave her shop, wondering who he bought those single roses... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 5, 2005

STEIN

There's a wonderful family called Stein, there's Gert and there's Ep and there's Ein, Gert's poetry' bunk, Ep's sculpture is junk, And nobody understands Ein! Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 4, 2005

THAT NIGHT, ON THE BEACH

There on the beach; cupped in a bowl of sand, fringed about with spikened grasses we lay, my love and I. In the deepest womb of night; in the glowing, aureate light. That night, on the beach. Beneath the blanket on which I lay, day warm sand. Soft round grains of lover’s whispers, lovers sighs: gay cubes of children’s laughter; spiky crystals of lover’s quarrels. That night, on the beach. She lay, my love, an alabaster form; a Crusader’s lady on her tomb, in her slumber. In our magic place: on... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2005

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WHY DO WE GO ON CALLING THEM PAEDOPHILES?

The word ‘paedophilia’ is classical Greek for ‘love of children’, hence a ‘ paedophile’ is a lover of children. But one is forced to ask; what manner of sick love will terrorize, torture, rape and murder a defenceless child? By referring to these monsters in human form as ‘paedophiles’, we soften the impact of what they do to; and we make ourselves accomplices in their monstrous acts. We who love and cherish our, and our neighbours’ children, and do all in our power to protect them from harm,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, August 2, 2005

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THE DEATH OF LOVE

“ I am yours, and you are mine” that was what you said to me, on that day that we were wed. And I, like some knight of old, plighted you my troth. “ We shall never, ever part!” that was what I said to you: on that day that were wed, and we held each other close; in that citadel of our love. We were young and silly then, and all Life lay before us: a brightly shining, magic land, wherein we both lay hidden; waiting to be discovered. But with ever kiss of hello and every hug of goodbye, a little... Sign in to see full entry.

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REFLECTIONS ON PAST WARS

I sit on my terrace, this warm summer Spanish evening; a Bach cantata playing softly on my radio, the air loud with the machine-like stridulation of the crickets, and the muted sound of the goat bells from the nearby farm. It is difficult to believe that within my lifetime this land was riven asunder by a brutal and bloody civil war. It is hard to conceive that the mountains around our house resounded to the rattle of small-arms fire, and the thunder of artillery andaerialbombardment; that these... Sign in to see full entry.

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A Very Strange World Indeed!

Blogit is a microcosm of the outside world, so it is inevitable that the posts of bloggers who have a life outside of Blogit ( apparently, some of them do ) should be coloured by their attitudes, emotions and opinions. So obvious that it hardly needs stating. Reading the politically orientated ( please note: not oriented! ) posts in Opinion, one is struck forcibly by the sheer venom directed against any who dissent from the writers’ views and opinions. To them there are no subtle nuances in any... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, August 1, 2005

THE LEGACY OF LOVE

THE LEGACY OF LOVE What boots it to leave a legacy of worldly wealth and power: when I might bequeath, when I am gone, a legacy of love, to those who have loved me; to those whom I have loved? Joys that stem from earthly wealth are truly superficial, never once outweighing the priceless gift of love, from those whom I have loved; those who have loved me. When I leave this earthly life, and go to Death’s dark night, how will they remember me: those who have loved me; those whom I have loved? When... Sign in to see full entry.

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About this Blog

Fiction, poetry, articles and a whole lot of other Ariel's stuff ; musings and ponderings ; they're all here, and i hope you'll find something here that you like. But I have a deeper purpose in mind. See, reading the papers and watching TV, it's so easy to think that the whole world's motivated by racial and religious hatreds of various kinds. Well most of us aren't, are we? We ordinary people are moved by love and compassion for our fellow humans ; and respect and tolerance for their differences. It's true that all that it takes for evil to flourish is for good men to do nothing, so we who are motivated by love have a duty speak out against the evils of the world ; not to be ashamed of our histories, nor embarrassed about being and saying clearly what we are and what we believe. If we don't learn to love each other, we'll perish. Although I am an atheist, my guiding principle is, and always has been, Christ's adjuration to " Love thy neighbour as thyself"

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