Nonfiction
"Basketball Diaries" The Book
Jim Carroll's 'The Basketball Diaries' takes readers on a slam dunk journey through the chaotic court of addiction. It's like a literary crossover between 'Hoosiers' and 'Trainspotting,' with a dash of slam poetry. Beware: may cause literary dribbling and emotional three-pointers. Just don't try shooting free throws with the pages.
By Ashleigh Nicole2 years ago in Critique
The Black Parade
My Chemical Romance proved themselves more than just a faddish emo band, with this stunning, anthemic, philosophical and surprisingly uplifting concept album all about facing death. It covers the fear, grief and acceptance related to death, while offering hope that the memories of the dead will help them live on.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Critique
Smell of early recollections. Sea, summer, and Sochi
Do you have any idea about what recollections smell like? Do they have their own aroma? My Sochi smells in no way, shape or form of peaches and hot corn. It smells like churchkhela and Chechel cheddar blended in with tart wine. Still pungent ocean. I don't wash off the salt after the ocean, I like the white, somewhat perceptible cross section on the skin, I shelter my shoulder to breathe in this smell and can't resist, I contact the pungent hand with my tongue. From an external perspective, it likely looks entertaining. The young lady shuts her eyes and kisses her shoulder. Also, I kiss the tremendous ocean that has been safeguarded on my skin. I recall my most memorable gathering with him. Distribution https://dzen.ru/a/ZNOr7USkRnz0eenK in my blog on Harmony Invite https://dzen.ru/shipshard Then I was going as an understudy on a train to Sochi for KiViN (Yearly Live performance of KVN groups). Currently more like 4 am we shown up. Furthermore, from 2 a.m. it sprinkled in obscurity. Dark Ocean. I adhered my nose to the glass and looked at the skyline. Outside the window, in the illumination of the moon, the waves breaking on the rough shore became white, all the other things blurred into obscurity. The actual night is strange and mystical, you expect some sort of achievement and a supernatural occurrence, that here it is right close to you. At 4 am we shown up at the station. The inebriating smell of joy hit his nose, and a drowsy rush of appeal spread all through his body. Behind me, alongside 1,000 kilometers and a frigid winter, I left the questions and issues of that life, venturing into the warm spring, new thrilling sentiments caught me up to my ears, which at that point didn't find a preferred way out over to shout. Truth be told, we screeched all together, the whole understudy body, tossing out a blazing wad of feelings that overpowered us.
By L.Soufiane2 years ago in Critique
On Writing
On Writing isn't a how-to; it's a story. A love story. A life story. Like everyone's life story, it's a genre-bending mix of horror, thriller, romance, comedy, and inspiration. We learn lessons as he did, not through checklists and exercises, but through reflection. Examination. Application.
By Adam Patrick3 years ago in Critique
Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa
The iconic Mona Lisa painting isn’t that large, but you don’t have to fail an art history class to recognize that mysterious smile. Do tourists wait because they appreciate portraiture, or because she’s been propelled into popularity? I still think she’s timeless.
By Maggie Elizabeth 3 years ago in Critique
Light Red Over Black
Seeing a jpeg image of a Mark Rothko painting serves no purpose. You have to see the painting itself to contemplate its meaning. If all you see is a painting, you are missing the point. A Rothko is all about the mood, the movement, and a connection with the artist.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Critique
Halloween
More than 13 million pumpkins are wasted on Halloween - perfectly good food. More than $400m of uneaten sweets, thrown out. All to celebrate a day associated with evil, death and the sacrifice of children. One day you will open the door to hand out candy, and there's a gun.
By Hummingbird3 years ago in Critique
