Antoine de Aviator

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Keep going strong dear talented friend!

Written by Ay

That soul of wandering, and regretting
That could not sustain space
With what he loved
So flew over deserts to learn the how
And wrote a boy whose mind was his own
Teaching his adult heart to live
No sadder soul have I ever felt more akin
Lost within the short time that he breathed
Passionate for what he knew was necessary
Even if he perished
(He would end this way)
Accepting
Back to the capsule in which his mind dwelled so long
Coaxed through the heavens
To a little planet in the sky.

-A. Ault-

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Under a Lamppost

Deep and meaningful.

Broken Writer

“How could this be?” He gasped and drew in his breathe. “How could this be,” he said again. With each breath, his voice became angrier filled with remorse. “How could this be!”

Emad did not notice the little girl wearing a red jumper, hiding beneath the shadow of his demise. Her eyes caught a wisp of regret and held in her breathe, unlike the man’s, but more so of utter sorrow.

Why would Emad who not a moment ago was dancing alongside happiness, turn against the world? Why was it easy for him to let go of every moment and lean toward hatred?

The little girl crouched and squinted her eyes to see better in the dimly lit corridor.

It began to sprinkle and soft raindrops kissed her cheeks gently stroking away her tears.

She noticed his hands were rough and large. Perhaps a laborer who toiled in the sun. But…

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Palestinian Political Revolution: Determined Connection to the World

By a re-emerging author and dear friend.

Broken Writer

                  The Palestinian cause has shifted in recent years toward a subtler characteristic of going through a rainstorm with feet dragging in sloshed mud toward yet another rainfall. It is endless, though it is tireless on some ends, but the ends do not meet. Sometimes, it can feel like being lost within the new emerging writers and directors take on Palestine. Lost in misunderstanding of the purpose of their claims. These anti-hero mashups can feel like an ego seeking needs only for the desire to become famous (they so happen to be Palestinian-shocking).  However, there are some contrasts between films that directly present the Palestinian cause, and the others that seek to present to the audience that Palestine is more than just a war torn land, there is beauty and people within it that worry about their individual problems, people like you…

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15 Tips for Choosing a Good Line Editor

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Excellent from the wonderfully talented and bestseller author, dear friend Dionne Lister! xoxo

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Finding a good line editor (or any editor) is one of the trickiest things about being an indie author. Bad editing has caused readers to close a book, never to return, and it’s caused authors to scream in frustration and cry when they realize, after forking out hundreds or even thousands of dollars, their editor didn’t actually know how to use a colon, even though they were apparently one themselves.

If you’re an author who doesn’t think they need an editor or who makes the excuse ‘I don’t have enough money to pay for one,’ you can leave now. If you don’t want to put out a good quality product when you expect people to PAY for your books, you’re unprofessional and obviously don’t care about the reading experience, let alone take writing seriously. Now that all those people are out of the way, I’ll get to why I’m writing this post.

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You may not have heard of Michiyo Yasuda, but you know her work

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Spirited Away

Michiyo Yasuda, the artist who coloured some of Studio Ghibli’s greatest films, has died at the age of 77.

She worked with iconic animator Hayao Miyazaki on 13 animated productions including My Neighbour Totoro and Howl’s Moving Castle.

Her work helped Spirited Away win best animated feature at the 2003 Oscars.

She retired in 2008 but returned to work with Studio Ghibli on 2013’s historical drama, The Wind Rises.

Kiki's Delivery Service

Yasuda first worked with Hayao Miyazaki in 1968 on The Great Adventure of Horus, Prince of the Sun, when the two were employed by Japanese animation studio Toei Doga.

Hayao Miyazaki founded Studio Ghibli in 1985 and Michiyo worked with the company from the start, leading the studio’s colour department.

Ghibli has been celebrated for using hand-drawn elements in their productions, long after digital animation became the norm in animation (although their movies have been coloured digitally).

Howl's Moving Castle

She spoke of her…

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The Lens Inside

Intriguing. ^^

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“I don’t take photographs outside.” This, the most revealing answer of my interview with French photographer and inmate, Ralph. His black and white photos are raw, beautiful, and oddly the most pure depictions that I’ve ever seen. Free from pretense, judgement, and opportunistic voyeurism.

*Why did you initially start taking photographs inside of prison?

Ralph: First, for distraction then as challenge and over time it has become witness.

*Why black and white?

Ralph: Because there is no color.

*Who or what is your most interesting subjects?

Ralph: I love the “dirty faces”. I love the faces that tell a story. Faces sweaty and suffering, that’s my favorite subject.

*Have you taken any photographs outside of prison?

Ralph: I never take pictures outside.

*Is photography a distraction or a reminder of where you are?

Ralph: I’ve frequented the prison for more than 25 years. This is a very big part of…

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Through Trials and Tribulations

Deep!

Anouska's Blog

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Cradled in the sands of time
A voice rises within when the
Heart cries for shelter
To know if someone is there

God bears a silent witness to our human strife and
The inevitable misery of attachment we burden ourselves
With but there is no happiness as fine as detachment

Can we be raised from damnation?
Enveloped in the warmth of a Divine presence
Severing our chain of hopeless despair?

As an awakening full of promises
Awaits in the dance of leaves in the wind
Caressing the beauty of our bare being

An undampened ardour flourishes across
The cloudless sky with wild pulse
Of exploding colours cleansing the
Palette of life by His ceaseless grace

And we are reminded
Our soul is courage,
Soaring on wings like an eagle
Made to fly above the storm.

By Anouska Banerjee

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