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The Writers Between the Frames...
The theater is dark. An orchestra plays somewhere beneath the screen as hundreds of faces stare toward a rectangle of flickering light, watching a young man cross an elegant drawing room toward the woman he loves. He stops. She turns. Something has happened between them; the audience can see it in her face, but there is no voice to explain it, no whispered confession, no trembling accusation, no clever line delivered at precisely the right moment. The screen goes black. Words appear. The audience laughs. Then the words vanish, the actors return, and the story moves on. The sentence might have occupied the screen for only a few seconds, but somebody had to write it. In the strange, rapidly evolving world of silent Hollywood, those words could matter enormously.
By The Iron Lighthouse20 days ago in History
The top 5 periods of time i would like to visit
Over the past couple of years, I have wondered to myself what life would be llike during various time periods in human existence, some ouch so that I’ve done role plays on ChatGPT where I’ve basically put a character into a random part in human history and I’d live in that time period. I mean the best time period for me is probably now in modern time, with my current disabilities I’d be completely fucked so hard I wouldn’t know what the fuck happened. But I thought it would be fun to explore my favorite time periods and for the sake of argument let’s say I’m completely fine. That way the only thing I can imagine doing isn’t dying the very first day. Which probably is still what would happen with some of these entries anyways. Here is my list of my top 5 periods of time that I would like to visit and why. If you have any period in time that you can think of that you’d like to visit let me know in the comment section.
By Dylan Faughn23 days ago in History
James Wright and the Poetry He Had to Learn to Write
James Wright came from a place that could have produced an entirely different kind of poet. Born December 13, 1927, in Martins Ferry, Ohio, Wright grew up along the Ohio River in a community shaped by steel mills, factories, smoke, labor, and the hard industrial economy of the American Midwest. The landscape surrounding his childhood carried the marks of industry, yet the poetry Wright eventually became known for could seem almost impossibly delicate. His poems found beauty in abandoned places, lonely people, fields, birds, rivers, and brief moments of human recognition. The contrast became one of the defining tensions of his career. From a world marked by industrial hardship, Wright developed a poetry capable of making room for astonishing tenderness.
By Tim Carmichael25 days ago in History
Celebrating 819 Years of the Poet Rumi
The great Poet Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi was born in 1207 in Balkh, a great center of learning and culture in what is now Afghanistan. His childhood unfolded during a period of upheaval that would eventually drive his family from their home and send them westward across Central Asia.
By Tim Carmichael26 days ago in History
Radithor: When America Drank the Atomic Age
In the 1920s, radium represented the dazzling promise of modern science. Then someone decided to bottle it... America entered the 1920s looking toward the future. Electric lights had transformed the night. Automobiles were remaking cities and countryside alike. Radio carried voices invisibly through the air. Airplanes, once an impossible dream, were becoming machines of commerce and adventure. Science seemed capable of anything. And few discoveries seemed more mysterious, or more promising, than radium.
By The Iron Lighthouse27 days ago in History
No more secrets anymore, what ever happened to our privacy?
At the end of World War II five nations that’d built up intelligence-gathering links during the conflict agreed to pool their capabilities and signed up to the 1946 UKUSA Agreement to formalise the relationship going forward.
By Steve Harrison28 days ago in History
The private militia that grant states plausible deniability
Your life is like a schedule, you run to meet the bills, no one's awake to tell you... life kills! Words I first heard as my life was reaching the final furlong on the first of the rank of treadmills we’re thrust upon to keep us from questioning the fruitlessness of our struggle to survive... until the curtain finally comes down somewhere on the retirement stage.
By Steve Harrison29 days ago in History
The Life and Legacy of Poet Mary Weston Fordham
I was recently at our local library when the Librarian told me about a poet I had never heard of, Mary Weston Fordham. I sat down and began reading her work on the library's computer, moving through the pages of her 1897 collection, Magnolia Leaves . I had planned to read a few poems, but I couldn't stop. One poem led me to another, and soon I was absorbed in the work of an amazing woman whose name had somehow escaped me for all these years.
By Tim Carmichaelabout a month ago in History
