The Artist's Unborn Daughter Artwork

The Artist's Unborn Daughter !D04KA* # The Artist's Unborn[Fushō]** Daughter Christopher Lambert as Jimi Dini Quote from Nirvana 1997 ‧ Sci-fi/Thriller ‧ 1h 54m “What is Lisa doing here? __ The blood is thickening at suspension. All thoughts dropped to the ground, like fallen birds.” ________________ Graham Masterton http://www.grahammasterton.co.uk/biog.html © Graham Masterton Official Site Resonant Evil | «Figures of Fear» 2014 by © Graham Masterton https://drive.google.com/file/d/1keNN1462LwEYutMCqYEeCQmhq_RH57Fd/view?usp=sharing Martin stayed in the house on Oliver Road for the next five years. He wrote numerous papers on various forms of synaesthesia, such as grapheme synaesthesia, in which letters and numbers appear to some people to have colours; and chromesthesia, in which music and other noises can produce the effect of waves, spots or even fireworks; and lexical-gustatory synaesthesia, in which words have distinctive tastes, like honey, or rust, or green. However, he kept his most advanced research to himself – his continuation of the work that had been started by Vincent Grayling. He hated Vincent Grayling with a dark, bitter rage that would never diminish as long as he lived, but his records and notebooks were the only way in which he could back up something of what had been taken away from him. He was writing up the results of his latest acoustic experiment when there was a tapping at his study door. ‘What is it?’ he asked. A blonde-haired girl of five years old came into the room, wearing a pink knitted sweater and red OshKosh dungarees. Her hair was tied up with two red ribbons. ‘Dadd-ee,’ she said coyly, ‘can we go out to the park, and have a slide on my sledge?’ Martin pushed his chair back and the little girl climbed on to his knee. ‘Not today, sweetheart,’ he told her. ‘The roads are real icy, and we don’t want history repeating itself.’ ‘What does that mean?’ Martin shook his head. ‘You really don’t want to know, believe me.’ At that moment, a voice called from downstairs, ‘Sylvia? Are you bothering Daddy again?’ ‘No, Mommy!’ the little girl called back. Then she turned to Martin and said, ‘I’m not bothering you, am I, Daddy?’ ‘No, of course you’re not. Not at all.’ She frowned at him seriously and touched his left cheek with her fingertip. ‘If I’m not bothering you, then why are you crying?’ _____________________________ Sergey Aleksandrovich Yesenin Russian poet https://www.britannica.com/biography/Sergey-Aleksandrovich-Yesenin ©2020 Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc. Sergey Yesenin Collection of Poems Translated from the Russian By Alec Vagapov A Letter to the Woman http://zhurnal.lib.ru/w/wagapow_a/yesen.shtml#A_letter_to_thr_woman My love! I worried you, oh my! Your tired eyes revealed dejection, ... Forgive me please, I know that you have changed. You live with an intelligent, Good husband; You don"t need all this fuss and all this pledge, And you don"t need me either, such a hazard. Live as you do Lead by your lucky star Under the tent of fern, if there"s any. My best regards, You"re always on my mind, you are, Yours, faithfully, S e r g e y Y e s e n i n. 1924 © Copyright Yesenin Sergey ( *** See also: http://vagalecs.narod.ru/ http://zhurnal.lib.ru/editors/a/alec_v/ *** vagalec@rambler.ru) ________________________ Zelazny & Amber - Kolvir http://www.roger-zelazny.com/ © Official Zelazny Site My Lady of the Diodes by Roger Zelazny https://drive.google.com/file/d/1j0_FNYl-JjrsG_pXx6_M-eGHERbDnPy8/view?usp=sharing “Maxine, baby, did you catch that? The machine we’re going to steal is out to get us.” “So what?” said Maxine. “That’s the attitude,” I replied. “Anything it can do, you can do better. Sixty-four hundred pounds! Huh!” “You knew I was under the bed and turned on, but you did it anyway!” “Did what?” “You made love to that—that woman… Right above me! I heard everything!” “Well… Yes.” “Have you no respect for me?” “Of course I do. But that was something between two people, that—” “And all I am is the thing you feed the facts to, is that it? The thing that plans your crimes! I mean nothing to you as an individual!” “That’s not true, Max baby. You know it. I only brought that woman up here to find out what Seekfax was up to. What I did was necessary, to obtain the data I needed.” “Don’t lie to me, Daniel Bracken! I know what you are. You’re a heel!” “Don’t be that way, Maxie! You know it’s not so! Didn’t I just buy you a nice new alligator case?” “Hah! You got off cheap, considering all I’ve done for you!” “Don’t, Max…” “Maybe it’s time you got yourself another computer.” “I need you, baby. You’re the only one who can take on the 5000 and beat it.” “Fat chance!” “What’ll I do now?” “Go get drunk.” “What good’ll that do?” “You seem to think it’s the answer to everything. Men are beasts!” I poured myself a drink and lit a cigarette. I should never have given Maxine that throaty voice. It did something to her, to me——I gulped it and poured another. ========== It was three days before Maxine came around. She woke me up in the morning, singing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” then announced, “Good morning, Danny. I’ve decided to forgive you.” “Thanks. Why the change of heart?” “Men are weak. I’ve recomputed things and decided you couldn’t help it. It was mainly that woman’s fault.” “Oh, I see——” “… And I’ve planned the next crime, to perfection.” “Great. Let me in on it?” Maxine was only a machine—— Still—she was the most sophisticated machine in the world, complete with random circuits which permitted emotion analogues. “Who’s jealous? I know computers, and I don’t see how you can tell anything that way.” “There is a point, Danny, where science ends and art begins. This is that point. Leave it to me.” “All right. I’ll probably regret it, but that’s the way we’ll do it.” “And don’t worry, Danny. I can compute anything.” ========== I looked ahead and knew I couldn’t make the curve. I slammed on the brakes and they started to scream. I began to burn rubber, but I wasn’t slowing enough. “You bitch. You betrayed me!” I yelled. “You know it, Danny! And you’ve had it, you heel. You can’t even slow enough to jump!” ____________________________________________ Nirvana 1997 Directed by Gabriele Salvatores https://letterboxd.com/film/nirvana/ © Letterboxd Limited. Made by fans in Auckland, New Zealand. Film data from TMDb. Mobile site. Blue-Haired-Girl Mnemonic: Italian Sci-Fi Nirvana ROBERTA TABANELLI https://www.gendersexualityitaly.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/3.-Tabanelli.pdf "Naima is an ideal post-ocular creature, able to challenge the limits and the dichotomies of posthuman, morphing visions." “She is the complex, not fully understandable machine that Robert Pepperell describes in The Posthuman Manifesto*: “A complex machine is a machine whose workings we do not fully understand or control.”45 She is the hybrid product of a post-ocular era that aims to disrupt pre-ordered systems and visions. “Naima is on line” and she can see you.” Themed Section gender/sexuality/italy 2 (2015) The Posthuman Manifesto* Robert Pepperell https://dpya.org/en/images/6/63/The_Posthuman_Manifesto_by_Robert_Pepperell,_Kritikos_V.2_Feb._2005.pdf https://robertpepperell.com/ © 2015 Robert Pepperell | Design by Oliver Norcott Nirvana 1997 film entirely (L) Nirvana (1997, Gabriele Salvatores) (i.: -16 anos) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YhXmU6vWgqU&ab_channel=ShihTzunoComando 1:31 / 1:53:32 ____________ Yes, you remember, ...me? Delete Nirvana iNLy, Boh@Dan α|(α CHERO® https://about.me/chekanart P.S.| NB: the artist expresses his gratitude to the photographer for his photo from the magazine England - which I know and love since childhood: «What is a toy?» Article. Page 73. https://drive.google.com/file/d/1YYlx-TUVFFPlUw6OIn8qPcLH1LK6_o4h/view?usp=sharing !D04KA* Hebrew name Ida & Daughter - my play on words in Russian recorded in Leetspeak ("1337") http://www.shemli.co.il/hebnames/name_details.seam?nameID=310 https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leet The unborn : the life and teaching of Zen Master Bankei, 1622-1693 = [Fushō]** https://archive.org/details/unbornlifeand00bank by Bankei, 1622-1693; Waddell, Norman Publication date 2000 Topics Rinzai (Sect) Publisher New York : North Point Press Collection inlibrary; printdisabled; internetarchivebooks; china Digitizing sponsor Internet Archive Contributor Internet Archive Language English

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