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Friday, April 30, 2010

A Short Story: Gifts to the Dark Gods by Mary McCluskey


Addiction [to anything] regardless of its atrocity and immorality can degenerate even the healthiest and most qualified of life styles.

    While few forms of addiction such as drug abuse have always been taken seriously and confronted rigidly, other types ,however, have not.

    The compulsory desire to experience a supposedly normal physical or mental phenomenon repeatedly can prevent us from acquiring the basic fundamentals of living, let alone an irresistible impulse to perform something as fallacious as theft.

    Gifts to the Dark Gods narrates the story of a woman named Helen, who has everything and nothing. A family of virtue and wealth with happy children, and a husband who values morality and legality through his profession as a lawyer.
But perhaps one thing she lacks is independency from the hands of her husband who happens to be the bread winner of the household.

    Helen is simply addicted to shoplifting and stealing of goods; a rather strict rule regarding theft of three separate items a day governs this addiction to the point where she would suffer from panic attacks should she did not manage to steal the aforementioned tokens.

    The narrative more than anything transmits the grey sense of urgency for burgling something as utterly meaningless as a flower vase filled with water in order to quench the thirst for such addiction.

    This short story ends in a sensible yet predictable manner and serves as a reminder for all of us who may or may not find ourselves suffering from the predicaments of such.

You can read the story here .

Monday, April 19, 2010

The Traveler ,By Sohrab Sepehri


The table caught the traveler's eyes:

-"What lovely apples!
 
Life is high of the solitude."
 
The host asked:
 
"What does lovely mean?"
 
-"Lovely means an amorous interpretation of forms.
 
Love, and love only
 
Intimates you with the warmth of an apple
 
Love, and love only
 
Took me to the vast realm of lives' sorrow
 
And gave me the chance of becoming a bird.
 
-And the potion of sorrow?
 
The potion tastes like pure elixir.
 
-Why are you downhearted? You look lonely.
 
-And how lonely do I feel !
 
-I suppose
 
You are involved with the invisible vein of colors
 
-Involved means
 
In love.  
 
-And imagine how lonely would the fish feel
 
Were it involved with the blueness of the infinite sea.
 
-What sad delicate imagination! 

-Sadness is the hidden smile of plant look,
 
A faint indication to the negation of the unity of objects.

Friday, April 9, 2010

A Poem From A Friend #2

Are these idle whys indeed?
By Mack Moradi 


I’m just wondering,
Why you should give up everything,
Why you would ignore your own scarlet happiness,
                       Over my wilted blue consciousness,
Why you would captivate your ivory fondness,
                       In my blurred corpus,
Why you would touch your vivid lips,
                        On my drought and fidgety smiles,
Why your tender fluffy arms,
                         Embracing always my desperate presence,
Why you’d be shooting your twinkling passions,
                         To my castaway dimmed stars,
Why and why and more whys….
         
 I just know you’re the noble alchemist,
                                        With your celestial might,
                                  Turning my blues to a rainbow of love,                                                                                                   
          Still seeking desperately,
                         For the sense of all "whys",
                                               Hopping for revealing,                   
                                                                    All hints and signs, 

Thursday, April 1, 2010

A Short Story: The Card by James Ross


Childhood has always been conceived as the most crucial era of our lives, the period where our personalities are shaped and our minds molded.

Reading a short story about the short experience of childhood is similar to acknowledging the changes that we have gone through with the nostalgic sense of remembrance that evokes different emotions for different individuals.

Read this very short yet immersible story (5 pages long) here.

Reading 2.0 !!!



Nearly everybody agrees upon the fact that there is no better means to improve your language cognition than to study literature on a regular basis.

By studying literature we simply imply reading books as we are all aware, however due to the constant hum of our daily lives and its following lack of spare time coupled with the fiscal difficulties in regard to purchasing, carrying and maintaining actual books, the contemporary occupants of earth would find it rather inaccessible to read literary contents such as novels, poems, journals and so forth on occasion, let alone regular basis.

Although the modern people are blessed with the power of internet and as a result can obtain the aforementioned materials online, free of charge and within the comfort of their house or office.In fact online reading and e-books have proved a formidable opponent for the typographical and printing industry and more and more people embrace this style of reading every single day.

In this way I am more than gratified to present my students with but best short stories and literature both classic and modern in my blog so they can appreciate the seemingly flawless opportunity given to them by the internet.

It's also worth mentioning that my blog is equipped with the online version of Longman Dictionary and students can easily look up the difficult words in a matter of seconds.