Modernism Stories

This is a poem mainly about expressionism and modernism. In other words, I feel as if we're all just carrying out our usual lives without analytically dissecting and observing them.

I'm just writing a story I've wanted to write for a long time. Not smut or fan fic. Epistolary. My favorite authors are clarice lispector and qiu miaojin

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12 poems of love, essentially reflecting an entire year through verse. The poems may not explicitly be about love, or may not completely be about love, but the theme runs through all of them. In terms of purpose, I wrote them all about a specific person but also work as my attempt at universalizing the experiences to some degree. The poems dwell on the conflicts between the ideal and material, man and woman, love and the self, as well as the notions of how to define love. Harsh criticisms regarding my diction, rhythm, content, style, anything at all are appreciated and welcomed. I'm posting these here to try and improve my work through interaction, as well as publish my own conceptions on love in verse.

A collection of literary analysis I have done during university that I am proud of! Abstracts below. I hope you enjoy reading them and they may aid any students in their own literary work. He Carried Deterioration - a literary analysis of the character Rat Kelly in Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried" with a focus on PTSD and Carl Jung's archetypes. The Physiognomy of Eyes in Mary Shelley's "Frankenstein" - a literary analysis of the symbolism of eyes in the book using the pseudoscience of physiognomy during Mary Shelley's day.

"Who are we when we live through someone else?" A cyclical work of postmodern, surrealist fiction, shaped primarily by the influences of modernist writers such as Proust, Joyce, Woolf and Pynchon, Not So Distant Horizons asks as many questions as it answers. Simultaneously dense and concise, the writing puts a spin the stream-of-consciousness style, which was popular during the first half of the twentieth century. It's worth noting that all the traits of this book are not exclusively postmodern or surrealist. It also builds upon the style of contemporary writers. Being stuck in the past is something both the narrator and the author despise. Elements of philosophical fiction are also abundant. Tending to become someone else, the narrator chases so-called specters, perfect images of himself that he sculpted during his lifetime. Having drowned in self-pity and loneliness in the surrealist setting of the book, The Garden, the narrator begins his writing by starting to question everything from his past lifetime. Hundreds of years pass in just a few sentences. In the Garden, not a single object is reminiscent of the world he had left behind years ago in exchange for eternal solitude. It is the arrival of his childhood friend, Juno, that changes everything. Juno, acting as the driving force for the book's plot, brings with her a lot more than change. Long-buried questions resurface. They are not exclusive to the narrator; both the reader and he can ask themselves the same question: is what I am writing true? Can I rely on the story being consistent? Find out by reading the work. Still in progress and to be continued.

A man's first night in Elbour (Melbourne, Australia) and he is instantly drawn in by it's intoxicating airs.

I try to create a dynamic in which im able to condense the entire universe into everyday physical objects, and then specifically extrapolate all of emotion into a single woman. These largely reflect on romantic considerations, some notions of self, identity, and sadness. Its just your regular teenage shitposting essentially. There are elements of formal verse, but largely the poems are free verse. Looking for the harshest criticisms possible. Narratives range from the smile of some woman, to frequent late night walks in September, adventures on a swing set, and considerations on the impact my name has had on my life.

Liturgical Zine Excerpts. Include all imagery.

A story about three sisters I dearly love and the worst of crimes.

A hypochondriac doctor deals with a patient

In the beginning, there was nothing. There was not one speck of dust, not one war to fight, not one act of racism, not one immigrant, not one struggling college student, not one Youtube, not one Tik Tok, not one teenage pregnancy, and there was definitely not one soft, sensitive, introverted, scared, mental-health deteriorating, spiritually troubled, "Mexican", girl named X.