A Zibaldone Reflection: On the Myth of the Fountain Pen It was a Parker 51, burgundy, with a gold cap. My father gave it to me when I was twelve, the Christmas before Cory disappeared. I remember the feel of it—its weight, the smoothness of the lacquer, the way the nib glided, effortlessly inscribing my […]
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Introduction to Isabella Sinclaire and The Way I Write Isabella Sinclaire is a writer, thinker, and explorer of the imaginal, whose work traverses the intersections of literature, philosophy, psychology, and personal inquiry. Holding a PhD in these cross-disciplinary fields, she approaches writing not merely as a craft but as an ontological commitment—a way of unraveling
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Introduction In the rich tapestry of Latin American literature, Gabriel García Márquez’s “100 Years of Solitude” stands as a towering work, weaving together reality and magical realism. In Chapter 15 of Gerald Martin’s biography, titled “Melquiades, The Magician,” we find a profound reflection on Márquez’s approach to storytelling. This reflection offers a unique perspective on
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The pale light of yesterday is the illusion to be dispelled. The shining through illuminating all is not a diurnal time sense. That incandescent transparency always is. There is no slippage between today and tomorrow, like you thought. Nothing to dispel, although it appears so. You stood around, ad-libbing the witness. Yet you clung to
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Alone Together at Café Café There is music playing everywhere. A young couple, alone together at Café Café Prague discuss their living arrangements. Plan next departures with built-in rendezvous points, all the while dreaming alternate lines of flight they never speak about. An author of some renown scribbles notes as she listens to the conversations
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Hey Chaze, don’t you know… There are dimples in your perception, Doubts and ditties too profound to mess with. Take cover in the undertow, my friend! Gnostic fabulation is all the rage these days, Takes the edge off indirection and misdeeds, It’s not time yet to proceed so take the temporary route. Be radically temporal
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I promised myself a new blog posting, a series actually, tied together (however loosely) by some kind of thematic frame. Given my semi-disciplined mind, this endeavour does require a structure, a frame to contain the chaos, focus the irrruptions, gather the threads into some manner of a weave. However, not a frame story, not a
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