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  1. Note: As usual, I am not looking for tips regarding my writing style. Thank you. The Real Monster By: Summer He has torn apart our dreams and He has robbed us of our identities. He has taken away our words and stolen all possibility of protest by support of the victims who believed themselves free. He told us not to look others in the eyes, and He declared that our purpose was to serve. Because this was consistent to our general understanding of human impotence, we believed Him. It was easy to be His friend, for He was not selective. He forgave us everything, and He told us to pity the perpetrators who experienced misfortune. It was demanded that we give to those who could not earn, because it was not their fault that they were stupid, weak, broken. To be sufficient was evil. To be in want of money was grand. To need charity made you an instrument in God’s work. We sought enchantment through your hardships. The selfish were scorned, but we were reminded not to judge the guilty, for they were to be lamented. He took our hands and He bit our wrists and He drained us dry. The shadow always wore a smile. He wanted to help the world. An ideal, so pretty on paper. Fools. Imbeciles. Monster – the real monster. He instructed us not to “lean upon thy own understanding”. It was a Bible verse, and so it had to be true. And then we knew in our heads – not our hearts – that something was wrong. We dared not speak of it. For indeed, this was the nature of our standard.
  2. Summer

    The Protomen

    "You're going to have to do better than fear. You're going to have to step out of the shadows and fight."
  3. "You vile heathen: have you no shame?" "None, whatsoever – nor do I acknowledge your reasoning for that theological nonsense.”

    1. CapitalistSwine

      CapitalistSwine

      Where is this from? Did someone actually say that to you in real life? I love the response lol.

    2. lidryn

      lidryn

      Or is this from something you might eventually publish?

    3. Summer

      Summer

      Someone said it to me jokingly. My response is genuine.

  4. The man is not heroic. He's pursuing a woman whom he cannot have, because his principles are scrambled. He wants power.
  5. I just watched it about five minutes ago. Part one of the three piece film will be released in only two months. Who else has seen it - (and who is looking into it now because of this post)? Good. That was my intention.
  6. Pardon the bias. This is charming.
  7. The most recent version can be found here: http://solitarytriumph.wordpress.com/2011/02/09/success-is-imminent/
  8. Success is Imminent By: Summer Hamori Note: I am not posting this for tips regarding my writing style. Thank you. Indigo waves rush through eroded rocks. The slicing points, piercing the surface like daggers to a fluid pulse, untouched by the flowing currents, are sharp and jagged around the edges. She sits in the dirt, her long sun-brown legs absorbing a cool promise of clarity; toes playing in the tide as guppies flock to them curiously, murmuring secrets against the uncovered flesh before gracing it with silver tails as they scatter onwards. Her eyes are portions of the sky, captured and collected for decoration. He watches this, unconscious of his stare and unwilling to correct it - a khaki notebook upon his lap. In the corner, he sketches an outline of her silhouette. She gazes to the stars, seeing nothing. Lost in thought. Spring mist signifies a memory sinking upon the municipality, under the rising moon, conquering the terrible hues of lilac and blue. She slips into the water without explanation – the burning, searing twinge and the tremor of muscles hopelessly quivering as her body is ravaged; as she collapses within the bearing, a face drown below the surface, where he can no longer see. And the fury is her maximum splendor. A moving current cuts through the numbing river, the surface of which masks a concealed beauty: the deadly fruition of knowledge hidden within the head of a naked woman, ripping through the forgotten whispers of twilight.
  9. I will not disclose, but you should post the rest.
  10. Summer

    Skyline

    There is obviously a lot of editing to be done. The piece itself is not up to me, but it will be.
  11. Summer

    Skyline

    I really should be sleeping... Skyline By: Summer Hamori Note: I am not posting this for tips on my writing style. Thank you. Drink in the poison of sanguine absolution, with silent protests and trembling fingers. Her limbs are holding her down like the hands of a stranger, but her mind is more awake than ever before. The sun has been locked away in the vast expanse of dawn. It is too early to announce the morning; the only illumination present reflects off of the great pool shimmering aloft. The moon swims before her as she wipes diamonds from her eyes, and the light is painful in payment for her struggle against sleep deprivation. Every muscle in her thin body throbs and aches, so that she has become aware of her existence as divided into planes, according to the separate, individual pains. It is a sensual kind of torture, because she knows that it could end with the sanction of her personal surrender. If she crept back under the covers, her collective entity of burning nerves would sigh mercifully in rapture. Instead, she forces herself to stare out the open window and to feel the bittersweet agony of sheer exhaustion. The icy wind holds a breath of energy. Its movements are rich and full of life as they elevate her tenderness to an entirely new level, propelling the gray shutters about in hostility. Under the moonlight, the structures appear ancient and wise with their large arms outstretched, billboards and streetlamps, searching for something to give this moment significance. She could not imagine a time in which the city did not stand here, magnificent and perfectly erect. The heavens are heavy upon her apartment balcony, and the air is crisp. The night could swallow them all if it so desired. The weather has turned cold, but a remnant of light emerges to violate the ice – to caress, delicately, and leave trails of warmth in contrast to the strangulating winter. Because of the freezing temperature, she is overly aware of each spot where the sun illuminates, where it touches – as one would be aware of fingertips, tracing the skin. Complete serenity. It strokes the skyline like lavender lace and floods her room, rippling to the surface of the earth in culmination. The closing curtain of an extravagant performance. Long vertical lines slice through the air. Towering powerfully without fear or objection, they devour any suggestion of existence beyond their reach. These buildings are men, standing tall as particular units. Each lone figure – with his head thrown back to feel the heat on his face, his muscles flexed – lives in joy. They climb beyond the clouds, beyond the limitations of brotherhood; gobbling up space and the unknown with a single demand: to grab the very sun and wrench it from the sky. There are others – more skyscrapers bursting from the earth; erupting as warriors, climbing higher, higher with a battle cry – a song of victory. Consuming the land with a sense of belonging, and a right to rise there, isolated in time; as rigid as the stone which was ripped from the earth, drilled by the hands of workers with sweat on their brows, fingers trembling around the vibrations of their equipment – and massive machines, churning the foundation; an extension of those human arms, emphasizing the glory of the architects who composed this sweet melody - solid to the conviction of a single principle. Nourished and reassured, she loses consciousness.
  12. I learned a new grammatical rule today. Apparently, periods have to go inside quotation marks, even if they are not a part of the quote (American English).

    1. Steve D'Ippolito

      Steve D'Ippolito

      Also true of commas (you probably know that already). And yes, these rules make no sense.

    2. Summer

      Summer

      Questions marks are our last hope.

  13. I like this one, Garrett. There is a little stumbling towards the end, but the best of the terms used are prevailed, avail, hollow, victor, ascendant (I know that is polyptoton for your favorite word), reprieved and triumph. Keep it up.
  14. Note: I am not posting this for tips on my writing style. Thank you. My Ballerina By: Summer Hamori Arrested by grace; a breath of pain and beauty as she treads upon broken glass – head held high. Delicate limbs; fragility in contrast to the strength of her pounding legs. Palms outstretched, offering a body to the world; knowing that it dare not touch her in this moment. Each movement flows into the next - the fluid lift of an arm to the thrust of her weightless structure, balanced upon narrow toes. The progression seems effortless. She is radiance - flawless and pure; completely apathetic to the rising symphony as it eggs her forward. She does not see the audience. She does not hear the music. There is but one command: to annihilate fear – and by art, she has succeeded. At long last, blissfully free, and nothing – nothing could ever touch her again. Her skirt flies about carelessly – a brilliant auburn, like playful autumn leaves. She experiences a piercing veneration for the stage as it supports her prancing feet. A veneration for the air, as it whisks by, graced by an elevated face – a veneration for the lights, as they illuminate nude skin; burning with an unquenchable fire – And that warmth – the happiness which surrounds her and holds them captivated – comes from a single, genuine love: her self-esteem. The introverted understanding that she is her own person, and that, no matter what hardships lay in wait, no matter what they do to her in the years to come, or what trials subject her mind – she has something that they cannot steal. For how could she feel anything but exalted, being what she is – with a vision for the future? A vision that is hers and hers alone. They may take her home, her clothing, her possessions in the night – but they may not take her intellect, her ability or her pride.
  15. I disagree. I went on to say 'positive philosophy', so of course I mean a positive sense of life, and that is self-explanatory. The person has to show esteem, a love of being alive, an urge to make something of their self and to pursue happiness. The reverse being: a pessimist. Someone who is always down, who plays the victim and seeks pity.
  16. My primary rule is that you accept the consequences for your actions. I spent a few weeks in homelessness, because I did not agree with my living situation, and I decided that what I had to gain was greater than what I would lose. I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew the difficulties present - I faced them openly. If you are going to resist a law or setup which is immoral, be prepared for the results, and have a plan to handle them as well. When it comes to parents - I don't know the circumstances present, but if they are housing and feeding you, you must do as instructed. If you are strongly opposed to their way of life, find a method to pay rent, seek rooming elsewhere or deal with it. These are your options.
  17. As an add-on: I am familiar with your reasoning. You take a situation and apply it to a principle. If (A) generally behaves as (B ), it is not wrong to suspect that (A) will behave as (B ). My only request is that you do not justify (B ) because it is being done by (A). (B ) is not implicit to (A).
  18. All persons must earn respect. To demand it in default is irrational – If I were to anticipate deference automatically, without putting forth an effort to prove myself, simply because of my age, I would be like the modern feminists, who are not really aspiring for equality, but who demand special treatment. However, preconceived notions of “s/he’s young,” are bothersome. I would prefer to be received as a blank slate in the same manner that you would receive anyone else, regardless of physical manifestation. I know you were addressing Michael’s age and not my own, but it is the same concept. Michael must take responsibility for his actions – and he has done so. I have no quarrel with him whatsoever. The fact that he is here means that he is capable of reasoning, entertaining and experimenting with ideas. With age, we gather experience. In five years, I will know more than what I know currently. But currently, I am not on the same playing field as my peers, because I made a choice. I have no idea where Michael stands, and I don’t propose to guess, either. All this talk of, “it’s typical” is agitating, and it is my belief that the constant, “they’re young – it’s normal” statements are discouraging improvement. I will hold him to his behavior as an individual, not his age. My questions were fueled by personal curiosity. They are not attacks.
  19. It just struck me as odd that you would say that this interest is new, but the adoption of the philosophy is old, as if there were a period of time in which you were static. In any case, welcome.
  20. You do not understand me. At first, I believed that you had a comprehension of the ethics, politics and so forth, because you called yourself an Objectivist. When you proceeded to say that you were only now taking up an interest, I thought it would be in more minor sections of the philosophy. But you are not concerned with those; you are aiming to identify with metaphysics, politics and ethics; are only now taking up an interest in metaphysics, politics and ethics – meaning: you do not have an adequate grasp of metaphysics, politics and ethics (yet). I think it would be more appropriate to call yourself a student of Objectivism.
  21. How could you call yourself an Objectivist, if these subjects did not interest you before? (Such was the nature of my original assumption). Particularly the ethics aspect, as that is a huge part of the package.
  22. A good sense of life. There are many non-physical attributes which I will not deal without in terms of romance, but I require positive philosophy in everyone I associate with beyond acquaintance-level.
  23. I am surprised that no one has mentioned Bjorn Faulkner.
  24. Roark and Galt. Both have solid principles, and both are unyielding. Andrei would be more of best friend material, because in partners, I need a combination of more than just mind and passion – he has to have the right philosophical standing. I do like red hair. Very much – naturally, it’s not something I’d focus on, because intellectual worth is immensely more important. I only mention it because someone said otherwise. In the long run, I prefer real people.
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