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Secrets of the Self – how I became a warrior by Alysse Aallyn

Dormancy – Artists spend a lot of time trying to find and develop their unique voice. Purveyors of art want you to copy first – so they can compare it to something they already sell – and put a unique – but not TOO unique – touch on it later. These contrasting mandates send the…
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Secrets of the Self – how I became a Warrior by Alysse Aallyn

Creativity – When I was 11 I saw a 3,000 year old Greek play in a Greek stone theatre and was very taken by all its mechanisms of chorus and emotion. When we went back to the boat I sat down and wrote my own play, Chrysothemis, about Electra’s other sister. I couldn’t help it,…
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Embattled Love – the diaries of Alysse Aallyn

Stormfall Farm Sat Jan 2 – ’82 – 6:15 PM At last, fireside peace. Finally got the baby to sleep pressed against my body in the bed, then managed to substitute a pillow. He seems fussy lately – reacting I think to the general disorganization of streams of family & visitors. Also, I may be…
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Film Review – “Stoker” by Alysse Aallyn

Stoker – Arche-tripe Stoker’s screenplay started out as fan-fiction to Alfred Hitchcock’s much more enjoyable Shadow of a Doubt, which has a moral center, plus victims we care about and characters we can root for. Stoker has a good, even beautiful movie buried in it but park Chan-Wook kept messing it up, very deliberately, probably…
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Devoured Heart – romantic suspense by Alysse Aallyn

Chapter 26 – The Solicitor Scarlet asked Frankie to stop at the church so she could drop her package at the jumble sale.“And what is it, ma’am?” he inquired, eyes sharp. She displayed Candi’s stained glass creation. “Oh, that’s lovely, that is! See his fine red coat! Matches the foxes’ fur! I’d accept it in…
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Devoured Heart – romantic suspense by Alysse Aallyn

Chapter 19. Acquisitions “I’m certain you’ll like this one,” said Jane as both women drove in Jane’s Ford Anglia toward Hampstead Heath, “No garden but such a view! It’s a second floor maisonette – two whole floors with a bit of a balcony. Lots of room, considering it’s a London flat. Be honest if you…
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Testimony: a poem by Alysse Aallyn

TESTIMONY In 1979 I borrowed a dimeAnd stepped out in my party-dressTo make a call.I’d need a cell phone now.A careless man said,“Find your own way home.” St Theresa cut in on our line –A sixteenth century nun pierced by lightReminded me while kneeling thereTo cut my anger with the sword of blissAnd revel in…
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Constellations: Berenice’s Hair – a poem by Alysse Aallyn

Constellations: Berenice’s Hair Meteoric dust drips ashInto my upturned mouth;I taste stars;What manner of being are you?I only know you’re somethingThat I need. Your Mirrored endlessness partakes ofNothing human, yet suggestsCompletion. Your shadow archesOver everything, a lover whoWon’t give satisfaction. I’ll takeThe expert titillation Of your neglect.Hunger burns so purely inThis atmosphere. Without youI might…
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Constellation Andromeda: poem by Alysse Aallyn

Andromeda: The Chained Lady She won’t complainTrailing chains like widows weedsFoci of dissonanceHer suffering draws us to herHub of sky. Somebody owes somebodySomething here, that’s plain.Wristbound, poor MissBredwell, accomplishmentDepletes her Energy enrages herPassion disgusts herUnfree, a natural bornVictim, a trueLady.
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Orion’s Hound: a poem by Alysse Aallyn

This messenger ticks –Impatient watch –Anxious to be set going. Some new clean thing lurksAlong the border ofImagining. MySevering fire ofIntent cuts your leash. Be off! Don’tRely on me; we’ll selectWhat we want from Who we are. You huntAnd I’ll imagine.Only. Such loyalty outlastsThe stinking visceraOf self.
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