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“He'll be alright, said Hayes. He just needs a rest, that's all. He's tired. We're all tired. Tired. A new word ought to be invented, if this was tired.”

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In Memoriam

A profound and moving work of poetry, 'In Memoriam' delves into the depths of grief and the enduring impact of loss on the human spirit. more

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Alice Winn

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“I am not a magician, but I wish I could make an hourly circle from the world whose people are still servants of it and deadfully at the service of its perishable dependents. I wish then to hang it on the moon in a way that spins consecutively around years, from birth to death of every human, in every fraction of a second. That's how all people, regardless of their differences, are reminded of the smallness of their existence on earth, whether they are born or not. And, that's how I could make sure that the clock hands can only create good humans henceforth, whether I am a magician or not. Happy New Year 2024 From a borderless and warless world, Mostafa Sarabzadeh”

“You know, sometimes if a man doesn’t believe in what he is doing he can do a much more interesting job because he isn’t emotionally caught up in his Cause. It wasn’t long before all the tall blond boys had formed The Abraham Lincoln Brigade—to hold off the hordes of fascism in Spain. And then had their asses shot off by trained troops. Some of them did it for adventure and a trip to Spain but they still got their asses shot off. I liked my ass. There really wasn’t much I liked about myself but I did like my ass and my pecker.”

“Two militiamen on leave, whom I had met my first week at the front, came in to see a wounded friend and recognized me. They were kids of about eighteen. They stood awkwardly beside my bed, trying to think of something to say, and then, as a way of demonstrating that they were sorry I was wounded, suddenly took all the tobacco out of their pockets, gave it to me, and fled before I could give it back. How typically Spanish! I discovered afterwards that you could not buy tobacco anywhere in the town and what they had given me was a week's ration.”