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🎼 Music: The Language That Speaks When Words Fail . AI-Generated.
Have you ever listened to a song and felt like it was telling your story—without a single word? Music is a universal language, but not in the way we usually think of language. It doesn’t rely on grammar or vocabulary. Instead, it uses rhythm, melody, harmony, and silence to speak directly to our emotions.
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Critique
How Often Are the Sheets in the Love Island USA Villa Replaced? Here's What Really Happens
Let’s finally settle this debate, and the others as well! The villa beds are getting plenty of action in Love Island USA's seventh season, therefore viewers are curious: how frequently are those sheets actually being swapped out? Luckily, past Islanders have given some insight into this very topic.
By Chinua Nelson 7 months ago in Critique
Why am I in the dark, Vocal?
Why am I in the dark, Vocal? I remember the enjoyment of writing poetry, knowing I would show no one. Then I decided to share, I put lots of poetry out there. People loved it. I gave it my all. Joining Vocal was the best day of all. Yet even though my work was and is good, I am held back by Vocal. I feel just not good enough. Maybe it’s just a passing thing, maybe. Maybe it will right itself or again be a praised thing. Vocal really should treat all the same, not put the same names up there every week to win and get all the fame. We all deserve a little praise as we write our hearts out on good and bad days. We pay the same yearly fees, so treat us all right. My poetry at least deserves that right.
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Critique
Monday morning chores
Well, another Monday morning and it's chore day for me. Usually, the first easy chore to do is to make my coffee and empty the dishwasher. After that it all depends on what I feel needs done. Laundry is started and after sharing this short article decided to vacuum the living room furniture and rugs followed by dusting the furniture. The beds have already been made, and the dogs have been walked and fed even though that everyday chore which is not really a chore is the first to be done. Who has a particular day for their chore day?
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Critique
Whispers of The Soul
I tasted death in the air, like cigarette ashes on my tongue. The thick woodsy flames that rose up on my father left patches of missing skin. His oils didn’t help with the stiff, leathery, charred-black skin that never grew back. It smelled like bleach and gasoline with a sharp stench of acrid.
By Angel Aguilar7 months ago in Critique
My Writing projects working on
One morning I was thinking over some ideas for writing as well as going through some old college and graduate school notes and old papers that I wrote for school. Well going through those why not somewhat re-write them and post them here. My first will be my first graduate school paper that is titled 'My Educational Autobiography'. I am also thinking of re-answering some of the discussion questions as well for some articles too. Most of those will be about 'andragogy' or 'adult education' for that is mainly what I went back to school for to become a 'professor'.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Critique
Donald Trump’s Role in the Iran-Israel Conflict
The Iran-Israel conflict is one of the most volatile and enduring rivalries in modern geopolitics, shaped by ideological, religious, and strategic opposition. While the seeds of this conflict were sown decades ago, the role of U.S. presidents—particularly Donald Trump—has been pivotal in influencing its trajectory. Trump’s presidency (2017–2021) marked a period of significant policy shifts in the Middle East, with direct implications for the Iran-Israel dynamic. His administration's bold decisions, especially the withdrawal from the Iran nuclear deal and the strengthening of U.S.-Israel ties, intensified regional tensions and reshaped alliances across the region.
By Intresting Stories7 months ago in Critique
Happy Birthday!!!!
Happy Birthday to me! I am a person that does not want to be the center of attention not even on my birthday or really anytime. Oh, I had birthday parties back then, but for some reason I just wanted it to be like any other kind of summer picnic. There were presents and cake and ice cream but as a treat. I am now 61 years old, and I had a very quiet birthday just reading and writing and that was fine by me. Birthdays are our days to what we want to do. I had a quiet day.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Critique
July 1, 1964
July 1 is Canada Day sort of Canada's Independence Day, I believe, but actually July 1, 1964, is my birthday. This is the month of the dog days of summer as well as our Independence Day. Believe it or not I chose the image of the flag and soldiers for I was born the month that Americans started to be sent to the Vietnam War and all those issues Vietnam caused. Canada Day is Canada's day of freedom and for those who need to make some serious choices in their lives. Thank you soldiers for protecting the baby I was.
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Critique
Sociological Imagination
This place is odd. I am at a café in Allentown. I like the loft area. I am Phantom of the Opera here. Hiding in the shadows of a dead and vacant café. There are no people here; just as there were none on the street. The things around me that feel most alive are, ironically, the things that are most dead. To my left is some sort of wooden crank machine. To my right, an old, ornate full-size mirror. Up here, closer to the ceiling, one is better able to appreciate the ghosts of this building. Often the ceiling is the last thing to change through all the iterations of businesses and residences. These things feel more alive than the phone by my side, the clothes that are on me, the bag that I carry, but not the books that are within that bag. Marcel Duchamp coined the term the “infrathin” to give a word to the phenomenon of the residue left by humans on objects. It is the marks left behind, such as the warmth on a seat after someone has left, or the smell of tobacco in a room. These objects around me relate, but they are a more permanent version. They have taken in the marks of history and the dead. There is a possession to them. The phone, my clothes, my bag have touched no one but me. Save for the passing brush or the hug of family and partner. But this is not imprintation. Some of my books have not known the touch of another reader, but not most. I love used books. This possession of books is intensified by the marks of prior human contact. It is a connection with a separate mind that is thinking and interpreting the same words as you. In a way, this is a comradery. It cuts through the loneliness of thought. It adds life to thinking with the dead. Roland Barthes discusses in his essay “The Death of the Author” that the author should be one that disappears into the work. Ultimately, the reader becomes the author. It is the reader that is the end interpreter of the work, and it is the reader that gives meaning to the work. Without the reader, there is no author, and there is no author if they are not themselves a reader. Even without used books, there is an aliveness that comes from books that is ultimately unalive. It is this uncanny paradox that makes books the quintessential source of intelligence. Freud discussed this element in his essay on the uncanny by stating that the uncanny arose from “doubts whether an apparently animate being is really alive; or conversely, whether a lifeless object might not be in fact animate”. In this understanding, it can be argued that books generally hold this uncanny quality. They are both alive and dead and also neither. However, it should be accepted that the uncanny stems more from the doubt than the paradox. This aliveness is the continuation of life through ideas. Discussing, and somewhat opposing, Michel Foucault and Roland Barthes, Kate Zambreno, in her To Write as if Already Dead, speaks of the desire to write with the solitude and peace of someone dead, and yet to place oneself within the work in order to be seen, respected, acknowledged. Although the reader may give the ultimate meaning to the work, the words themselves are a certain continuation of the self. The words matter, but maybe so also the importance of its generality, which Hamlet may well have implied with his epizeuxis, Words, words, words. More than the café in which I now sit, with its wooden crank machine, ornate mirror, and historical ceiling, books contain the history and space in which one can think.
By Daniel J. Guercio7 months ago in Critique
Why Everyone Suddenly Loves 'Quiet Luxury'—and Why It’s a Lie
In recent years, a new trend has quietly taken over the fashion and lifestyle world—something called “quiet luxury.” It’s become the buzzword on social media, the darling phrase in magazines, and a must-know term for influencers, designers, and shoppers alike. But what exactly is quiet luxury, and why has it gained such a sudden surge of popularity? More importantly, is it really what it claims to be, or is there something deeper beneath the polished surface?
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Critique
