"The Simonizers" A great new book available in January at Amazon Books. This book challenges the traditional, hardline notions about Christian thinking, debunking the myth of television preachers' propaganda to maintain control over the afraid to think for themselves. Eye-opening, a journey to freedom. Don't miss this book by G. G. Lakey. www.freewebs.com/winthinker
"What the Bible Says About the 'M' Word" Such a controversial subject, most churches, ministers, family members, parents, or teachers will not deal with it openly, honestly and without condemnation. The fear, guilt and condemnation placed on individuals confused about what the Bible says about masturbation can be overcome with G. G. Lakey's consciencious and loving approach to this taboo subject. www.freewebs.com/winthinker
1. Portuguese Arch Bishop Menezes, never mentioned the word Syrian Christan in his declaratiin at Udayamperoor. This was first used to distinguish them from Chritians who used Latin for for their liturgy.
2. Can someone give a solid proof that St. Thomas converted Brahmins and he established 7 churches in Kerala?
According to tradition, it was on a trading vessel plying between Alexandria and the Malabar coast that St. Thomas the Apostle arrived in Maliankara village in AD 52. This village is situated near Moothakunnam in Paravoor Thaluk. St. Thomas arrived on the south side of Periyar; on the north side is Cranganoor. St. Thomas is said to have begun preaching the gospel to the already existing Jewish settlers in the Malabar Coast and other locals. [5]. According to the Acts of Thomas, the first converts made by Thomas in India were Malabari Jews, who had settled in Kerala since the time of King Solomon of Israel. [5].
St. Thomas established seven Christian communities or churches in Kerala. They are in Cranganore, Paravur (Kottakavu), Palayur(now Kunnamkulam Arthat Church), Kokkamangalam, Thiruvancode(in Kanyakumari District now, Niranam and Kollam (Quilon). [1] Legend is that the Apostolate of St. Thomas arrived in Kerala in the First Century CE and converted some Brahmins in Palayur to Christianity. The early famlilies of Brahmin converts includes Kalli, Kallarakal, Kalliankal, Manki, Madathalan, Plavunkal, Mattamuk, Manavasri, Pakalomattom, Sankarapuri, Thayil.
Their heritage is Syriac-Keralite, their culture South Indian, their faith St. Thomas Christian, and their language Malayalam. The early Aramaic-speaking Syriac Christians who came to Kerala from Syria (which already had a Jewish settlement in Kodungulloor) were of largely ethnically Jewish origin. Much of their Jewish tradition has been forgotten, especially after the Portuguese invasion of Kerala in the early 1500s.
They preserved the original rituals of the early Jewish Christians, such as covering their heads while in worship. Their ritual services (liturgy) was and still is called the Qurbana (also spelled Kurbana), which is derived from the Hebrew Korban (קרבן), meaning "Sacrifice". Their ritual service used to be held on Saturdays in the tradition of the Jewish Sabbath. The Nasrani Qurbana used to be sung in the Suryani (Syriac) and Aramaic languages. They also believed that it was the Romans who killed Jesus because, historically, Jesus was crucified; the official form of execution of the Jews was typically stoning to death, while the official form of execution of the Romans was crucifixion. The architecture of the early church reflected a blend of Jewish and Kerala styles.
The term Syrian-Malabar Nasranis is a composite form of the elemental aspects of the ancient tradition. In it the term Syrian actually refers to the Aramaic speaking Jewish people rather than Syria, while the term Malabar is the name of an ancient region of the present day state of Kerala in India. The term Syrian-Malabar Nasrani therefore means people of Christian-Jewish tradition who follow Jesus of Nazareth and are from the Malabar coast of South India. [14]
These early Christian Jews believed in Jesus as the Christ, but followed Jewish traditions and called themselves Nazaraeans or Nazrani, meaning Jews who followed the Nazarene Messiah (Jesus).
The Nasrani people are also called as Syrian-Malabar Christians, Saint Thomas Christians or even as Syrian Christians. They are also called as Nasrani Mapillas. According to Hermann Gundert (who wrote the first malayalam dictionary) The term 'mapilla' was a title used to denote semitic immigrants from West Asia
Though much of the Jewish tradition was lost, some of the important traditions lived on. The symbol of the Nasrani people is still the Nasrani menorah. Other surviving Jewish tradition still followed by the Nasranis is the tradition of Pesaha-appam or unleavened Passover bread"). On passover night, the Nasrani people have Pesaha-appam along with Pesaha-pal or "Passover coconut milk". This tradition of Pesaha-appam is observed by the entire Nasrani people until this day.
."25 The Hindu compiler of the Travancore State Manual has no doubt about the Malabar tradition: "There is no doubt as to the tradition that St. Thomas came to Malabar and converted a few families of Nambudiris, some of whom were ordained by him as priests such as those of Sankarapuri and pakalomattam. For, in consonance with this long-standing traditional belief in the minds of the people of the Apostle’s mission and labours among high caste Hindus, we have it before us today the fact that certain Syrian Christian women particularly of a Desam called Kunnamkulam wear clothes as Nambudiri women do, move about screening themselves with huge umbrellas from the gaze of profane eyes as those women do, and will not marry except perhaps in exceptional cases, and those only recently, but from among dignified families of similar aristocratic descent."26 As tradition goes, Christians from Malabar, West Asia and even from China used to go to Mylapore and venerate the Apostle’s tomb. These traditions are also enshrined in the Rabban Pattu, Margam Kali and the Veeradian Pattu songs of Kerala. The oral and documentary traditions have been well documented by the Portuguese in the 16th century. These are discussed in detail in A. M. Mundadan in his "Sixteenth Century Traditions"; and by Placid Podipara, The Thomas Christians. The Chapter entitled "The Indian Apostolate of St. Thomas" is reproduced in stcei II and also see stceI II p.7 ff. In all the accounts of the Malabar Tradition Kodungallur is the place designated as the apostle’s landing port in Kerala. In the narratives describing the churches and places connected with the apostle, Kodungallur invariably heads the list, It is remarkable that the Pazhayakoottukar (syro-Malabar Catholics), the Puthenkootukar (non-catholic syrians of Kerala) and the Latin catholics believe that the apostle first landed in or near Cranganore28. "The name of Nazaranis or Mar Thoma Nazaranis by which those Christians are universally known in Malabar, denotes an antiquity of origin prior to the time when the followers of Jesus the Nazarene had begun to be called Christians at Antioch"29
Anonymous, perhaps, you are correct and you don’t have the talent and you don’t have the patience to write a book but how do you know what you don’t have when you have never written a book before?
Personally, I think that if you love to read that you do have what it takes to write a book. But, perhaps, you lack the skills necessary for you to write that book. All of those skills can be garnered from skilled book writers. Enroll in writing classes and the like and glean what you can from those teachers and before you can say, war and peace, you will have produced another book!
Or, at least, take the books that you love to read and analyze each sentence and each thought and look closely at the paragraphs and the thought structure that is being brought out in each of them. Try to get into the thought processes of your favorite author and try to emulate those processes to the best of your abilities. But whatever you do don’t give up so easily on yourself. Give yourself a chance because you know and I know that when you post out here trying to tell us what you think you don’t want to do that down deep in your psyche somewhere you really would like to write that very next truly great book, wouldn’t you?
I love to read but u wouldnt catch me writing a book!!! I'm not talented enough for dat!! Nor have I got the patience
Isis1lotus, I am thinking that you have been put through and are still going through more physical and mental pains than would the most of us have ever had to endure or will ever endure in our lifetimes. I hope that you will soon see advances in not only the understanding of this disease and what truly causes it but will soon benefit from finding its cure. Until that day comes I want you to know that you are in my mind and that you have my best wishes in the writing and the publishing of your book. I believe that there are thousands of people around the world that would like to correspond with you in a sort of fibromyalgia hot line forum that could be used as a ‘fibromyalgia support group’ that others with the disease or have some similar disease or symptoms could go to talk and learn and to support one another. Perhaps, there already exist such a group but if there does not I would hope that you could find the time to startup such a site.
In the mean time, keep hoping and keep researching and keep needling doctors and institutions the world over to make them see that something must be done and done quickly to find the true cause and the cure for fibromyalgia.
Now, write this book of yours from your heart and from your gut and from your quiet mind and let us come into your being for a few hours and let us experience your day and your hours of pain and frustration. And let us know how it feels to have or to be diagnosed with fibromyalgia and in the book let us know where and how we can help others with the disease and you, too.
From me you will receive a listening ear and concerned voice but from others out here can come more and better things, in other words, out here, can come real help for you. Good Luck!
After many visits to doctors and physical therapists, I have been recently diagnosed with fibromyalia. I am currently working on an inspirational book entiled "The Fibro Hand" and would love some feedback and input for additions to this book. An exerpt of this book is as follows:
Chapter One
My thoughts on the disease and how I choose to live
Most people start off a book with how the day was or how they felt the day they started writing one. Sometimes they tell you about their background or whether they have a PHD or how they have spent years researching a subject. I think I'll spare you the boring details and cut to the chase... I have fibromyalgia and I am newly diagnosed with it.
When I first found out the news I was overjoyed that I wasn't going to die from it and I also found out that I probably won't pass it on to my child. That was the good news. The bad, well, it's a hard disorder and no two people experience this disorder in quiet the same way. There is also no known cure...
If I can't wash the clothes every day-- big deal-- there's always tomorrow. Life is too short for me to contemplate whether a load of laundry or a good slice of pizza is going to kill me in the morning with aches and pains. I need to live. I need to have a good time. If I don't, I run the risk of loosing something bigger than a day of pain. I risk being "dead" in life. Maybe that's what those 18th century poets were talking about way back when. Either way, I think they are right. This condition should not determine my life, I should.
Please let me know what you think... I welcome all comments and feel free to email me at isis1lotus@yahoo.com Thanks
Reach for the Stars: Starlight Chronicles 1
Alaena Himitsu
An adventure where magic isn't always reliable, dragons try to keep peace, monsters dwell around corners, and unicorns have attitudes.
http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/bookdisplay.asp?bookid=30172
ala_himitsu@yahoo.com
password
http://www.geocities.com/googlesfriends/index.html
http://www2.xlibris.com/bookstore/grphx/books/30172-CHEN-thumbnail.gif
Fiction, Fantasy, Adventure
Fantasy, Adventure, Humor, Discord, Dreams
ISBN: 1-59926-420-X (Trade Paperback)
$17.84
Pages: 197
NA, California
15059
I don't think I pressed the final button for this posting, so I'll post my item again on 'Book Talk.'
________________________________
SOME BOOKS/LINKS/poetry ON THE INTERNET BY RON PRICE
These three books were put on the Internet in 2002 and 2003 and contain some 2000 pages of content. Anyone having questions or comments about this content can contact me at my email address: ronprice@ozemail.com.au
_____________________________________________________________________
1. The Emergence of a Baha’i Consciousness in World Literature: The Poetry of Roger White: 400 pages http://bahai-library.org/books/white
http://www.juxta.com/main
2. Pioneering Over Four Epochs: 850 pages
Website: http:// members.ozemail.com.au/~ronprice
(42 sub-sites) http: bahaipioneering.bahaisite.com/
3. Pioneering Over Four Epochs: An Autobiographical Study and a Study in Autobiography: 850 page book. Follow instructions at website paragraph two.
Internet Ebook Site: http://www.ebooks.mal/com ($2.95)
Website:
http: bahaipioneering.bahaisite.com/(follow instructions in papra 2)
4. Search Engines: Most major engines, like Google/Yahoo or Ask Jeeves, have dozens of my sub-sites with my work. Just type the words: Pioneering Over Four Epochs into the search box.
New book of Poetry to be officially released on September 26th of this year but available now from Barnes and Noble, Powells and Amazon along with most other major booksellers. Jeffrey Michael Miller is proud to present his new book of poetry entitled From The Inside Out. Get your copy today.
Writers Exchange is proud to announce the long awaited sequel to Reality's Plaything, the epic fantasy by Will Greenway...
TITLE: Reality's Plaything Series Book 2: 'Neath Odin's Eye
Author: Will Greenway
ISBN: 1876962801
Book page: http://www.writers-exchange.com/will-book3.htm
Excerpts Page: http://www.writers-exchange.com/will-excerpts3.htm
Surviving a battle to the death with a god would tax the greatest of heroes, but for Bannor Starfist it is only the beginning of something much worse--a war with a whole pantheon of gods!
The death of Hecate has triggered a rumble in the Vanir pantheon. AllFather Odin is not happy, Bannor and all his friends must be brought to justice for the crime of murder.
For the already battered Bannor, the ordeal is only beginning. Sarai's mother and sister, and all the rest of his friends have been captured and imprisoned in Niflheim, the land of the dead. Somehow, he must find a way to get them out without Odin catching him as well. To add to the challenge, the battle with Hecate has a taken away his powers...
GENRE: Fantasy
PRICE: $3.95 (download) $9.95 (CD)
FORMATS: pdf, html, palm, rtf, Microsoft Reader and unencrypted mobipocket (prc), rb (rocket), imp (Gemstar 1150), imp (Gemstar
2150/Rocket 1200) - Available by download and CD
RELEASE DATE: 28 May 2005
Hello all,
I would like to introduce you to my new book, 'The Ashram'.
It's about "Two people living on opposite ends of the world: one dreaming of death, the other running from it. Improbably, their fate lies wrapped in each other, and with it the exposure of abuse and mutilation against women. In this book, Dr. Sattar Memon shows how these people came to their own enlightenment, and helps readers to do the same."
For more information please visit me at http://thinkers.net/writer/ashram.html
Looking forward to seeing you there.
I have written a book entitled: "The Game between the Gods." Here is the description on the book:
"Is there a game going on in heaven, and are we victims of a great conspiracy created by "The Gods?" Has the game in heavenly congress turned into war, and are we feeling the effects of it here on earth? Are we unknowingly being manipulated? Was the Bible written by "The Gods" as a mystery to dupe religious mankind? What are the rules of the game, the main plot, the team players and the stratagems?
In this book Michele Lyon reveals how the Mystery works; its sub-plots, hidden messages and clues held within its pages, and are now being revealed. A revealing of a lie so perverse and so abstract that it required letting go of all the old ideas and concepts to see it. She exposes what has been going on the last one hundred years that no-one has identified!
This is a book of human failings and deceptions and the whispers that have been passed down through time that only now can be interpreted."
My book can be purchased at; iUniverse.com (the quickest). Otherwise; Amazon.com, Barnes & Noble.com, Booksamillion.com. Or order through bookstores.
Good reading!
Michele Lyon
LIMITED PERIOD OFFER
To celebrate the tri-decennial of the publication of the St. Thomas Christian Encyclopaedia of India edited by Prof. George Menachery the publishers are offering those libraries abroad which have a copy of The St. Thomas Christian Encyclopaedia of India Vol. II (1973) OR The St. Thomas Christian Encyclopaedia of India Vol. I (1982) OR The THOMAPEDIA (2000) OR The Indian Church History Classics Vol. I The Nazranies published by SARAS (The South Asia Research Assistance Services and edited by Prof. George Menachery) a copy each of the publication they do not have at the INDIAN PRICE plus postage.
Thus: Any library which has a copy of any of the books / volumes mentioned above can now have a copy of any of the other books/volumes at the Indian Price.
The St. Thomas Christian Encyclopaedia of India Vol.I HB (Send only the Indian Price: Rs.1750=US$ 44 + Registered Airmail Postage US$12). (Regular Price outside India $95)
Enlarged Millennium Edition of The St. Thomas Christian Encyclopaedia of India Vol.II i.e.The Thomapedia HB(Send only the Indian Price: Rs.1500=US$ 36 + Registered Airmail Postage US$12).
Indian Church History Classics Vol. I The Nazranies HB (Send only the Indian Price: Rs.2250=US$ 56 + Registered Airmail Postage US$20). (Regular Price outside India $165)
For a review of these works please go to:
http://www.indianchristianity.com
ADDRESS:Thomapedia, Pallinada, OLLUR 680306 India
Go to http://thinkers.net/talk and click on 'get messages in mail' to get new messages/your own posts/replies/messages of your favorite topics in your inbox.
Hi, my name is tony nesca, just released my short novel called "About A Girl"...here's an excerpt...
Winter day at bus-stop hands in pockets puffing smoke thinking ‘bout a bike I had as a kid in this very neighborhood, retarded boy named Ken used to challenge me to race wobbling from side to side as he rode making car sounds on that old fucking thing basket in front, “rooom roooom” “come on retard boy, that all you got?” racing down Garwood Avenue that crazy loon flying right by me up to corner then back and forth laughing like the world is all right and it’s there just for us my mother on front porch shaking her fist at me “beep beep” goes Ken, I’m thinking about this at bus-stop mid-day streets alive with furious wanton music, young woman shows up out of the darkness “hello” lights cigarette, winter day gray and shady,
“So who are you?” she says as the lights go wiry,
“Uh-huh, oh yeah”
“I turned 23 yesterday”
Old lady walks by well-scrubbed pink tragic like the sun she smiles at us young woman beside me we’re talking high-speed ‘bout local bands booze on her breath I should be going home on call for work security guard at downtown high-rise she’s smiling big black hair we’re on the bus going through little Italy restaurants bars cafes go by in a blur I’m telling her I used to play guitar in a band her green eyes light up “should have known” she says,
“Why, cuz I got long hair?”
“Yes”
She pulls a mickey out of her knapsack takes a swig hands it to me I decline, think about it, then I take a sip bus racing through The Osborne Village artsy part of town funky shops black clothes mohawk kids begging for money guy with glasses throws up on corner,
“Where you goin’?” she says
I explain the work thing gotta sit by the phone in case they need me, got an hour to kill she’s looking for CD’s, likes That Petrol Emotion and The Violent Femmes, going to that second-hand music place downtown lady on bus starts singing Old Man River I laugh alive in love, my friend beside me laughs too applies deep red lip-stick snow piled high on the boulevard cruising down The Osborne Bridge sweating in our winter jackets bus cramped and tired nippin’ vodka between the sheets my friend looking brave and thinking, she’s reciting a Black Flag song whistling in the wind, howling at the septic tank says she used to live in Toronto hates it grew up on Indian Reserve called Pukatawagan says Winnipeg really works for her, really like The Peg she says, guy snoring behind us, bus-driver taking crazy turns announcing each corner with lame-ass joke crowd laughing like derelicts my friend looks at me crosses her eyes sticks her tongue out I feel my ass-cheeks rumble, damn...
“Ever been to The Canadian Shield?” she says
“Oh yeah”
Gust of wind gives Cocker Spaniel on corner a mouth full of snow few guys on bus start laughing shiny hair suburban nightmares my friend comments on them doesn’t like that type big fucking deal I say do you listen to Brave new Waves? Sure thing she says, new band called The White Stripes pretty good love that three chord unorthodox rock and roll...similar to what The Pixies did I say,
“No one’s as good as The Pixies” she says
Approaching downtown the drunks come out middle of the afternoon stumbling through parking lots and construction sites she digs it says life is about this takes another sip of vodka I join her people on the bus take notice driver looking at us in mirror let’s get off I say...heel-toe-express down the downtown streets chinese guy parking car reminds me of something I can’t remember my friend exactly same height as me short parka with hood tight blue jeans beautiful winter I’m thinking breath comes out in clouds we live one step at a time caught in the •••• of things stick and move monkey man on high wind tears out brain things as usual he says, business guy walking fast briefcase dangling I point to a mall then past it to a small bar hungover mohawk-kid in front wrapping his jacket around him lighting cigarette,
“Let’s go there” I say
“Juicy” she says
Crossing the street people lined up like tombstones woman laughing alone in storefront, car slides on ice tilting to one side then regains focus me and young friend skip by whistling some pirate idiocy she grabs my jacket from behind we do the alternative-rock-hurly-burly, I’m thinking of this young guy I used to know at University, young writer had a chapbook published we talked the writing talk during English lectures and over coffee, I think of his beautiful green eyes and vague suburban looks, you never had it buddy, that’s all there is to it, door opens into smoky room smell of beer and maybe a touch of urine on Fort Street middle of the day,
“Two drafts” I say to the bartender old drinker,
VLT’s making sounds people gambling for that one last thing, long narrow bar booths hugging the walls place full of drinking laughing end-of-the-line types, my friend talking to one of them waving her hands one leg leaning forward my eyes follow the line of the thigh in those tight denims, the ass-cheeks reaching for the sky like a basketball in mid-motion, I reach her point to a booth we sit and smile drink and talk rebel and curse I’m looking at my watch thinking about work gotta get home soon my friend keeps talking,
“I remember this bar in Toronto where all the alternative bands played”
“What kind of bands?”
“Bourbon Tabernacle Choir, King Apparatus, Bob’s Your Uncle, New Duncan Imperials...”
“Seen them all here at The Spectrum”
“Love The Spectrum...rock and roll isn’t as dead as people think”
I think about that with a cigarette in one hand and a draft in the other looking around blue smoke curling to the ceiling at every table,
“Do you realize next week smoking in bars is gonna be banned?” she says
“All the charm in the world disappearing one chunk at a time”
“Bars with no cigarettes...”
“Seems a bit insane, doesn’t it?”
Having this sit-down with young broad from bus-stop full of electricity and territorial rock and roll obsessions chain-smoking in the gray dimness of an afternoon bar jaunt comparing guitar riffs from different records arguing at every turn I get lost in those deep red headlights without being pretentious, without any specific desire or belief, adrift in the cigarette butts and punk-rock ashtrays young fellow with shaved head asks for smoke I give him one as he walks away,
“See?” she says “You see?”
Sanctimonious little wench I’m thinking ‘bout the space between the table and her crotch, huge black hair making shadows I have her undivided attention waving my hands distant crazy talking like the devil in chinos, one cigarette goes out another is lit she listens as well as she talks rare species this Indian beauty cutting me off describing Northern Manitoba living on The Rez wild immaculate,
“Wait” I say “Wait”
“Your turn Ziggy”...
Long green carpet cigarette burns narrow place old bartender taking shots with the patrons fucking freezing outside misunderstood and hazy we order our second drink young goth types share a booth serious confused deep sorry amber reaching for drinks leather wristbands thinking sex and words and bullet holes...got no time or concern for the problems of the world, living pure and uncaring is what I want, not selfish but PURE, seemingly cold and distant but actually alive and understanding and unwilling to shut my eyes to true human nature, middle-aged waitress serving cheap draft in tall glasses gnarly fingers wrapped tight my friend slurping beer eyes laughing, says Elvis Costello is the real king of rock absolute expression on her face takes off parka wearing black turtleneck shows me a joint in her Du Maurier pack I nod she follows me out we’re in back alley fire-escapes and broken bottles sirens in the distance puffing on joint sweet fire down my throat she punches my arm lightly starts coughing up a lung, I kick a pile of snow sun starting to rear its head through dark clouds, she takes my hand we turn the corner, light a smoke, throat burning, thirsty eyes watering, open door walk inside, our booth with full ashtray, half empty draft glasses, sit down my queen, let’s continue...
“Don’t like this hip-hop bullshit” she says “It’s worse than that seventies ••••”
“There was some good music in the seventies, if you can sift through that self-indulgent arena crap”
“Sorry but a twenty minute guitar solo with a violin bow doesn’t do it for me”
“Like I said, skip that bullshit, listen to Alex Harvey and Lou Reed, guitar solos or not”
“You wanna buy some pot?”
“You got some?”
“That’s what I do for a living, got a gram of black hash too”
Blast from the past comes up to me, tall black guy with dreads red eyes,
“Hey man!”
We do the street handshake, he takes a seat
“How goes it?” I say
“Just got in from Toronto...hate this fucking city”
“Why’d you come back?”
“Got caught with a gun...had to split”
“What’s your beef with The Peg?”
“It’s a fucking waste zone, nothing to do, no night-•••• experience, no bitches here to ••••, no nothing”
I look at my friend no expression on her face guy continues,
“Was in the joint for awhile, no bullshit in there man, no bitches...”
“Still playing guitar?”
“Yeah, you?”
“Not professionally anymore, for fun”
“You should have never quit man, lotsa bitches in rock and roll...got any blow?”
“Don’t do that ••••...”
“What do you do?”
“Just pot and booze”
“And bitches” says my female friend
Guy starts eyeing her up and down always was dangerous type of freak, he’s looking with x-ray gunshot eyes, she’s looking back not a hint of fear or shame bold pouty lips teeth clenched in laughter guy walks away all street and hustle macho confusion full-of-••••-motherfucker bus-stop-girl starts talking again like he was never here got boyfriend back in Toronto but,
“It’s not very good, not very good at all”
“It rarely is” I say “Rarely under the sun and damn the laughter anyway”
“So where do you live?”
“By Central Park in a highrise”
“The one with the Mac’s store attached to it, or the other one?”
“The Mac’s store”
“Pretty rough neighborhood, got a girlfriend?”
“No, no, like I said, damn the laughter”
“I’m one hundred percent monogamous”
“That’s a bit conservative, isn’t it?”
“Conservative hell, how about you?”
“Maybe not one hundred percent, but monogamy really works for me...”
“Let’s have a shot of Sambuca, ya dig?”
Couple of freaks sipping on Sambuca and cheap draft is what we are and always will be old •••• tired drunk stumbles past us orders whiskey shot other guy playing sport- select greasy hair parted on side, my friend crosses her legs touches my foot under table wave of sexual tension up my spine cigarettes mix with afternoon derision while waitress in baggy pants waves a hand and smiles at native couple in the corner, Filipino plugging the jukebox, white-man pacing up and down looking wired and electric, far in the back musician tunes his six-string, jazz in smoky room cliched and alive waiting on the job ain’t no damn good, neither is sailing the seven seas sober and unhinged, she makes music singing without singing, doing without doing, wild day in the sunlight of afternoon barroom, she makes me crazy young beautiful left of normal, continue I say, continue,
“I don’t mind jazz but I need some rock and roll right now, got a loony?”
I flip her one she glides to the juke in slow motion easy vibration full of curves and attitude black boots sliding across the cigarette butts almost clumsy, almost perfect, chinaman hogs space she motions him aside they laugh and talk she makes her selection CCR shaking her hips back to our table I get up, rotate, sit back down, cigarette between my fingers beer in hand mind confident shifting from this to that wave of energy slices across the room she’s laughing loud and insane and wild and desperate and separate ideas with nowhere to go spin like death illusion strawberry vodka twist of ice Patty Smidtch down the turnstile...
if you want to buy the entire novel contact me at:
stalekisses@hotmail.com
New Book-A Monumental Journey,Our journey begins
by Richard L. Cederberg
ISBN1-4184-1207-4 Author House
Check it out! Hardback or paperback or e book available!
619 pages of exciting adventure with a great storyline! the 1st of a trilogy!Great reading for everyone!!
New Book: Hidden Riches of Secret Places
By Dexter L. Jones
Wasteland Press (Louisville, KY)
ISBN 0-9748230-9-0
124 Pages; paperback, $12:00
Hidden Riches of Secret Places is the one book that's guaranteed to show yo how to break the cycle of poverty. If you only purchase one book this year, let it be this one. It will transform your life forever!
Here's God's solution to poverty, lack, barely making ends meet and living paycheck to paycheck GUARANTEED! If you don't get this book, you have just put your financial future on hold and delayed prosperity that was destined for YOU!
For more details go to: www.dexterjonesministires.org
Book also available at amazon.com, barnesandnoble.com
booksamillion.com, wastelandpress.com and many other booksellers or by calling toll free 1-877-566-5361
Brentwood Christian Press
February 2004
MEDIA RELEASE
"You ought to write a book." That's what many people who have inspirations and creative thoughts are told, but so few actually engage in the laborious process of putting numerous interesting words on paper.
But Ernesto S. A. Gonzalez has published the book, The Blessings from the Bounty Hunter For God.
The book takes events in the author's life and weaves a testimony of God's Providential Hand at work with His Blessings. The book is an encouragement to those in overcoming difficult circumstances in their Christian walk.
Mr Gonzalez was born in Sonora Hermosillo, Mexico and has been a permanent resident of the United States of America since 1955. He is a visitor of Cottonwood Christian Center in Los Alamitos, California.
The 59 page softback is a release from Brentwood Christian Press in Columbus, Georgia and available at Christian Stores.
Media only: Contact Ernesto Gonzalez (661) 824-2101
16025 "L" Street Apt. D, Mojave, Ca. 93501
BRENTWOOD PUBLISHERS GROUP
4000 Beallwood Ave. Columbus, GA 31904 (706) 576-5787
e-mail Brentwood••aol••••• Internet www.brentwoodbooks•••••
Springing from an unprecedented meeting between the sons and daughters of the Holocaust and the children of the Third Reich, Justice Matters: Legacies of the Holocaust and World War II takes readers on an unparalleled journey of hatred and ethnic resentments.
Although more than half a century has passed, recollections of the Holocaust and WWII still sear the lives of survivors, their children and grandchildren.
Weissmark's book shows how the cycle of ethnic and religious strife is kept alive generation after generation through story-telling, with each side recounting the injustice it suffered and the valor it showed in avenging its own group. Describing how these stories or "legacies" transmit moral values, beliefs and emotions and thus preserve the past, Weissmark writes: "Unjust acts that have not been reconciled are stored in legacies as if packed in ice."
The lessons of Justice Matters speak to a world reeling from unhealed wounds, providing insights into myriad conflicts ranging from centuries old disputes in Northern Ireland and the Middle East, to racial strife in America's ghettos.
Weissmark presents an inspiring recipe for reconciliation, asserting that it is not enough for the antagonist to agree to talk. Each side also must agree to moderate their own emotions and dispense with the notion that they are the most aggrieved.
Justice Matters is about hearing the other side, seeing the other view. The story of how children of the Holocaust and children of the Nazi's struggled to come to terms with their past has universal applications for any people, and culture, riven with a legacy of resentment.
http://www.weissmark.com
May I introduce Letters To Carla"
A journey of one heartmuch like our....
Each letter is a story. Letters to Carla encompasses the story of one man's journey and life undressed. One man, lost, broken, stripped of all; forced to undress his heart and discover it in the same breath, by traversing a myriad of themes and places in the heart. This caravan of heart invites each reader to travel with the author and explore a source of truth, to share a legacy of words, bequeathed in love offered and opened, seasoned with humorous insight, dream chasing, adorned in childlike wonderment. Rodney tenderly tugs at each of us, animated by his desire that we hold his heart, while discovering our own.Here is renewed hope; an account of betrayal survived. A man's desperate attempt to etch his own epitaph, is penned to the only one he felt still cared and could be trusted; Carla, his exquisite childhood companion.
Warmly,
Rodney Bohen
www.rodneybohen.com
http://rodneybohen.blogspot.com/
Looking for proof?
http://www.BeatlesTribute.com (just scroll down and start reading).
Astounding book release "letters to Carla" from author recluse Rodney Bohen Learn more about the journey that just tapped you on the shoulder of your heart, by visiting.....www.rodneybohen.com
New Book - 'Bits and Pieces To Ponder'. Visit www.RLSheridan.com to learn more about the book!
It has troubled me deeply that over the years all Vietnam veterans have been perceived as homeless drug addicts. In my new book, Conduct to the Prejudice of Good Order, I have tried to explain why the U.S. troops got addicted to heroin after the Cambodian Invasion of 1970. The clear implication is that the incidence of drug abuse among soldiers in Vietnam prior to that time was no different than the rest of the population. This book also outlines the inequities of the military draft of that era and offers some very practical reasons for it. Those responsible for it are called, "the Edsel Generation".
The book will be available from all major booksellers early in 2003. Like my other books on the criminal justice system, it offers interesting characters in unusual circumstances with an underlying social commentary. I hope you will check it out on my authors page and give me some feedback.