Gustible's profile

Since I was very young, I have always understood democracy to be “good” - and other forms of government to be “bad”, or “unfair”, or “prejudiced” - this even though I grew up in a society that was itself undemocratic. So - democracy then: it seems as if though the word itself has assumed a meaning and connotation that goes beyond the implementation and literal meaning of the word: in the Western world (and apparently in a large part of the East) the term “democracy” is used to signify a posit...

I read for relaxation and to broaden my horizons - knowledge, perceptual, conceptual and other, possibly undiscovered limits to my world. I have no training in the arts of the letter beyond high school and a voracious appetite for reading, yet I believe I am able to distinguish between a good and a bad novel, a good and a bad poem - between writing that is "to purpose", and that which is not. Writing that is "to purpose" consists of pieces that meet their goals of entertaining, informing, add...

Sleep tore at my limbs, I struggled to cross the boundary. In that momentary, daily pause between reality and unreality I tried to locate myself in the real world. Saturday ? Monday ? Did I need to get ready for a day at the office, what projects did I have to attend to? The stony hills of my dream worlds sketched a backdrop to the mundane thoughts, workaday reality. The dreams clung to me that morning, with more than usual tenacity. I felt the strong pull, and slipped back across the border,...

The afternoon felt floury, dusty; tasted of dry pollen. The world was glazed in the glassy blue heat of summer. The man with the iron legs had crossed a desert, and arrived at the foot of these mountains, one last obstacle to cross. Cowslips, Inheritor Sean, candidate human being, pilgrim nearing the end of his journey, in this, the year of their Lord, 23—. He sat down at the edge of the road, leaning his back against a milestone. The decayed concrete crumbled as he leaned back, but supported...

I read for relaxation and to broaden my horizons - knowledge, perceptual, conceptual and other, possibly undiscovered limits to my world. I have no training in the arts of the letter beyond high school and a voracious appetite for reading, yet I believe I am able to distinguish between a good and a bad novel, a good and a bad poem - between writing that is "to purpose", and that which is not. Writing that is "to purpose" consists of pieces that meet their goals of entertaining, informing, add...