Extolling, and embodying, the virtues of creativity, and creative writing, to save the world. (Or, at least, myself.)
This is why. Bill Russell did it against Wilt Chamberlain. And he did it without Scottie Pippen, Dennis Rodman, Toni Kukoc, Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O'Neal, Dwyane Wade, Chris Bosh, Kevin Durant, or Klay Thompson backing him up. And he did it 11 times.
https://youtu.be/WoB8f4KLMrg?feature=shared * While this claim is, of course, "subjective," that is, also, PRECISELY why it is true.
Well, we'll call these one... "The amputation..." https://youtu.be/UOs476-ULr4?feature=shared "The long walk..." https://youtu.be/nw_mrWs2hME?feature=shared * While this claim is, of course, "subjective," that is, also, PRECISELY why it is true.
https://youtu.be/CYTRQAy2o4E?feature=shared Say what you will about the obvious overtones of the hypocrisies inherent in colonialism, proselytization, and, well, "mission work," but this scene perfectly embodies and characterizes certain truths that are, nonetheless, universal. * While this claim is, of course, "subjective," that is, also, PRECISELY why it is true.
https://youtu.be/_GFjM_ekXAg?feature=shared "I never really heard that song until I heard Sinéad O'Connor sing it." - Timothy Kelly, "For You, a Love Story" (unpublished)
The ArtistThe brush strokes are genius.An act of genius.An act.Not an act.But an Act.Action.Discernment.Pride.An act of discerning pride in another.Not the other.ButAnOther.Your soul mate.Your soul.But she’s blindso she doesn’t know.She’s been blindedby that pride.Their pride.Not the Pridethat she has,the Pride of a Lion.But the pride of vengeance for the Pride she shownAt the first breath…She … Continue reading “Ash…”
https://youtu.be/hqOOUJFv1n0?feature=shared "You?" WHO! Merry Christmas!
https://psychcentral.com/disorders/narcissistic-personality-disorder/narcissistic-sociopath They took it. The soulless ones. They robbed me. They called it love. But love doesn’t rob. At least I don’t think so. I wouldn’t know, quite honestly. It was gold, what they took. A golden nugget. A part of me that had gold inside. It was precious. What they took. It was vicious. … Continue reading “The Wounding”
Observations from the Brink 