Ted Talk The eye of the universe bats its lashes at a a single sliver of splintered light blinking boastfully in the opaqueness– a crescent m☽☽n is birthed, carved by the Huntswoman’s ➳silver tipped arrows➳[…]
Author: jadeb2000
She is composed of metaphors.
Infestation
I. The Fireflies There was once a time when the fireflies had made a home out of me. One evening, long after the sun had surrendered itself to the hazed horizon and the pregnant[…]
Personal Response to Cultural Seminar (Mexico)
Maybe dreaming is the ultimate form of escapism. Because, lately, nightmares have been dropping on us like bombs. But these are not the type of nightmares whose animation relies on our unconscious slumbers. These are[…]
An Eye For An Eye (Polished Personal Response)
~ The following is a creative response (stage play) to the visual–a photograph by Marco Antonio Cruz from his book Habitar La Oscuridad (Inhabiting the dark). This particular photograph is one of many taken by Cruz that[…]
Bright Young Things
~ ~ “The parties were bigger. The pace was faster, the shows were broader, the buildings were higher, the morals were looser and the liquour was cheaper.” –F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby ~ By[…]
Honour and Certainty: A Repulsion of Forces (Polished Critical)
~ Discuss the ideas developed by the text creator in your chosen text about the ways in which individuals struggle to restore honour and certainty to their lives. ~ Honour is the infrastructure of an[…]
Ophelia–The Deluge (A Character Perspective)
NOTE: Due to aesthetic purposes, and what I personally believe would disrupt the flow of the piece, I have not titled my sections. While each section should still be clear without a title, I have[…]
A Poet’s Homage
I am not an essayist, nor would I ever care to be one. That being acknowledged, I do, at the same time, recognize the purpose critical writing plays in terms of its kinship to literature,[…]
Simply Intricate
Oscar Wilde was a man of the simplest intricacies. I say this in specific relation to his epigrams. Now, I’m assuming that everyone here knows what an epigram is. If you don’t–tsk. tsk. tsk Just[…]
Who Am I?–A Portrait
~ PART ONE–THE FACADE ~ ~ When I look in the mirror, I see a girl whose desire is painted green. Green. Like the gem she was named after or the light burning furiously at[…]