One day I'd like to have a pen name that sounds like "Mark Twain" or "Amanda Quick" but for now I settle for Liora Sophie. I blog about writing and my experiences which influence it, i.e. some fiction and some wordy complaints.
The main topics are: Romance & Relationships. Racism & Prejudice. Body Image & Sizeism. Terrorism.
In addition to writing, I play cello and piano, act, and color with crayons. Photography is my own.
Click on the above links to read my thoughts from national service, IMPACT, or just something I wrote.
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Liora Sophie
a poem I wrote inspired by Holocaust Remembrance Day 2012.
The enemy of art
Is the ever-present, big, scary
Sharp-clawed, yellow-eyed, fire-breathing
English teacher.
You know I’m right.
If not for her,
You may have had a chance
To appreciate the works
Of William Shakespeare or George Orwell,
But instead they were shoved down your throat.
At a young age you were forced to bear witness
To the mortifying sight of these masterpieces
Being dissected, deformed, mutilated
And burned at the stake
As punishment for attempting to show us
A human experience.
We are taught to look at art and say,
“You’re trying to make me feel?
Well I’ll make YOU feel!”
And we tear them apart
And hang them by their thumbs
And return to our televisions,
Hoping they will cry themselves to sleep.
But sometimes, their screaming
Manages to penetrate our sleepy minds,
Shaking us awake and forcing us
To look them in the eye
Until we find the voice to say,
“Wow.”
Or perhaps they will be satisfied
With a sharp intake of breath,
Because art does not want to be analyzed,
Are just wants to be heard.
And I know for certain
That if you stand before a real work of art,
You stand in front of one of Picasso’s paintings
And humbly forget all the nonsense metaphors
You were told it contains,
And just listen,
Even today, so many years later
The painter’s own scream will reach your ears.
And I dare you to come back to me
And look me in the eye
And tell me it didn’t
Make your knees tremble.
I basically wanted to get these messages across when selling Seuss to UWS ‘rents. Sometimes it worked. Most of the time, I was met with silence. #LifeOfAnActivistBookSeller
(Source: foxxypants)
“Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.”
God she’s good with her metaphors.
(Source: letstalkabouted)
(via papercranechronicles)
The OMGADORABLE Couple
The PDA Couple
The BFF with Laptops Couple
The Shomer Couple
The Happily Ever After Couple
‘Pin the Manuscript on the Publisher’ is a lesser-known writing game. Firstly, you need to find a street on which a publishing house is based. Next, stand on the pavement with your manuscript (unstapled) on a particularly windy day. Wait for a literary fellow to emerge for their lunchtime Subway, and let go of your manuscript like Anna Paquin in Fly Away Home. If you’ve judged it correctly, several pages should stick to the person’s face, thus attracting their undivided attention to it.
Also, in the event that they read your manuscript and have the nerve to reject it, read How to respond to a Rejection Letter. It’s funny!
