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January 19 marks the birthday of Paul Cezanne in 1839.

By the time of his death in 1906, he was recognized, especially by younger artists, as the genius who began his career under the tutelage of impressionist Camille Pissarro, and then went on to become the “architect” who reduced the subjects of his paintings to cylinders, spheres and cones before then building upon their geometry, careful stroke by careful, laborious stroke.  This “deconstruction” of subjects into their basic forms laid the basis for “cubism,” pioneered by Picasso and others, which then spawned a multitude of art movements. Cezanne was responsible for the revolutionary ideas about the essence and perception of art that inspired all that soon followed in modern art.  Picasso declared Cezanne “the father of us all,” and “my one and only master!

It would sometimes take hours for Cezanne to commit a single brushstroke to his work in progress, because he wanted each stroke to contain “the air, the light, the object, the composition, the character, the outline and the style” of the subject he was painting.  He believed in “seeing and sensing” subjects he was painting rather than “thinking” about them.  He sought to unify sight with touch, allowing no cognitive distraction to block the path between what his eyes were perceiving and his fingers were recording.  His mission was to capture a moment in time in his art  -- a moment that was about to cease to exist and never return again.

Art is a personal apperception, which I embody in sensations and which I ask the understanding to organize into a painting.”

— Cezanne

Unlike most other important figures in modern art who were forced to live most of their lives one step ahead of abject poverty and starvation, Cézanne was fathered by the co-founder of a banking firm and enjoyed a life of financial security, including a large inheritance.  Rather than poverty, it would be poor health that would be the bane of his existence, beginning with the onset of diabetes at the age of 51.  His father’s death and his chronic ill health are thought to have been what so negatively impacted and wrecked the all too briefly idyllic period in his life that came with the bourgeoning respect he was finally receiving for his art and his ideas.  His long friendship with author Emile Zola soured and ended and he wrote his wife out of his will, leaving everything to his son.  In the autumn of 1906, he was caught in an unexpected rainstorm in an open field where he was painting.  For two hours he continued to work despite the deluge.  Walking home, he collapsed and was rescued by a passing driver.  The next day, he tried to work, but fainted and was put into bed.  He died a few days later from pneumonia.  He was 67.

Cezanne, though well-known as an “important” painter, is not the creator of any single “fan favorite” paintings, in the manner of art history’s other great movers and shakers.  His importance came as being the architect who constructed the bridge from impressionism to modern art abstracts by inventing (though he was unaware of it at the time) “cubism.” He sought to see the “solid” forms in impressionism that could be built upon to create more accurate perceptions of moments of ever-elapsing and lost forever time. He was important as the visionary capable of mapping modern art’s course out of impressionism and onward to diverse new schools of artistic perception and expression.

Your Thoughts

  1. Can you name a Paul Cezanne painting without consulting Wikipedia?
  2. When you are enjoying a particular work of art, do you become interested in the artists who influenced the creation of that art, or do you leave that to the academics?
  3. Do you enjoy reading about or hearing lectures about great artist’s theories of the essence of art and how they perceive their missions as artists creating beautiful and inspiring moments for people through creating and displaying their art?  Or do you prefer just “looking” and having your own thoughts, free of the influence of having heard the artist’s ideas and theories?

January 19 marks the birthday of Paul Cezanne in 1839. By the time of his death in 1906, he was recognized, especially by younger artists, as the genius who began his career under the tutelage of impressionist Camille Pissarro, and then went on to become the “architect” who reduced the subjects of his paintings to cylinders, spheres and cones before then building upon their geometry, careful stroke by careful, laborious stroke. This “deconstruction” of subjects into their basic forms laid the basis for “cubism,” pioneered by Picasso and others, which then spawned a multitude of art movements. Cezanne was responsible for the revolutionary ideas about the essence and perception of art that inspired all that soon followed in modern art. Picasso declared Cezanne “the father of us all,” and “my one and only master!

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Hola a tods

Mi nombre es Marcos Raya Delgado, soy concpet artist e ilustrador freelance afincado en Mallorca, he lanzado un proyecto hace poco para contribuir a la comunidad y enseñar las cosas que se sobre dibujo y dibujo digital, me gustaría invitaros y que forméis parte de esto, compartidlo.

Sed bienvenidos a
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Saint Nick by CrazyAsian1

Deadline: December 17th — Wrap Up: December 20th

After many years of heated negotiations, only the threat of unionization and a crippling holiday season strike by worker–elves could finally bring Santa Claus, the ultimate traditionalist, to the bargaining table to discuss new designs in elf attire.

The iconic tights and tunics, belled “Aladdin” booties and “elf–hats” worn by Santa’s helpers’ today are no different than those worn by their great grandfathers centuries ago.


The heavy, scratchy woolen material still used in elf uniforms turns the Christmas “crush” time for filling last minute toy wishes into an oppressively hot experience. The elves have long contended that as a practical matter more “breathable” fabrics, would mean more productivity and fewer trips to the hospital for heat stroke. The Elves would also welcome the obvious technology adjustments, and some updated style would be welcome as well.

Santa needs you to create the blueprints/outfits for his elves’ new look. Entries will be judged on creativity, practicality and evocation of undefinable indescribable magical “elfiness.”

Entry drawings will be selected for a wrap up feature by Santa, Mrs. Claus and select editorial staff members. Rudolph will vote if needed as a tie–breaker.


The winning submissions will be posted in a wrap up article on December 20, 2014.

Post your submissions in the comments below!

Disclaimer: Naughty and Nice lists have not been locked in by the Clause Conglomerate so DeviantArt is not in any way responsible if your list standing is affected by your entry in this Spotlight Challenge.

After many years of heated negotiations, only the threat of unionization and a crippling holiday season strike by worker–elves could finally bring Santa Claus, the ultimate traditionalist, to the bargaining table to discuss new designs in elf attire. The iconic tights and tunics, belled “Aladdin” booties and “elf–hats” worn by Santa’s helpers’ today are no different than those worn by their great grandfathers centuries ago.

Deadline is Midnight December 17th PST.

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Journal Entry: Mon Feb 25, 2013, 5:23 AM

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For those of you who do not know, I, *Tsuki-SoraRuki:decide to do a project

called project weekly give away

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A little girl I knew was abducted.
I was very affected emotionally, and when I looked around my home town in the following days, I finally noticed all of the little fliers asking for help finding missing children. ( In America there are 1,500 missing child cases open every day. The fliers are often printed on the backs of coupons and are distributed as junk-mail.)

I just began saving the fliers, and after a year had a drawer full of them: Disposable mailers with tiny monochrome photos of missing children. It didn't seem right that these faces were so small and bland.

One night, out of nowhere, I was inspired to paint a full color portrait from one of the cards. As an artist, the question was this: How does a person paint a portrait of a missing child? I could not just approach it like an illustration. I could not just go about it as if it were a polite painting.

I began by putting away my brushes. They were too smooth. Too pretty. Too controllable. Instead, I began using palette knives. They were difficult to control and allowed for unexpected deviations. At times, I laid out my palette and created these in very dim lighting. Surely the way a person is painted may reflect the circumstances of the person...At times the process becomes very emotional for me. Each portrait may take as many as thirty of forty sessions, as each layer adds to the depth. It's like taking the long way home. The long process avoids superficiality. I think that the complexity of the paint reflects the complexity of the child's situation.

I have met many families who thank me for painting their child. They found comfort in knowing that "someone" was thinking about their family.
Occasionally, A recovered teen will write me. They find it fascinating that a stranger was compelled to paint them during their darkened childhood.

Actually,To me, these paintings are about love.

-John Paul Thornton
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Journal Entry: Mon Aug 6, 2012, 12:02 PM
I would like to show my appreciation to my wonderful watchers by making a feature of my favorite works from them.

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I was going to do it when I made it to 70, but you guys do not deserve to wait!

Birdsongon the first day
god told the planets to swirl around their orbits
and they swirl in my head
making me dizzy
and dazed
when I try to figure out
the dark of eternity.
on the second
he added a mole on the witch's nose
to prove to his baby lambs
that grass isn't always as green
and the lambs have fallen
as it was an evening fairytale
with oval-shaped
unicorn horns
and laddered-towers
for the prince
and maybe they shouldn't.
on the third day
he sat
in a rocking chair
in a house brick-red in colour
near the fireplace and porcelain
tableware with one plate chipped
in that place when its floral ornament starts
just like roses climbing on the wall of his house.
and when they slipped
into the room through the open window
they immersed
into his afternoon cup
gaining the colour of tea
on the day that was meant to be the fourth
he made the water
and the sun
and the rain
in the seven stripes
of joy that divided the sky
in two
on the fifth day he was fatigued
and h
:thumb318965167: ThinkHe stared forward, elbows propped up on the table, hands folded in front of his face with his lips pressed against the backs of his knuckles.  Staring at nothing.  This wasn't the first time he had sat alone in this empty room, and it certainly won't be the last.  But he wasn't a prisoner to this solitude.  No, it was a choice.
The room was his own design.
The chair. The table. The walls. The door. The entire room was meticulously designed and constructed to perfection. It was the perfect chamber, built to perform one task and one task alone.  It was his thinking room.
He wouldn't always come here if he needed to think.  Not every thought was important enough to use the room, and the more time he spent inside, the more addictive the room became.  He feared that if he spent too much time within the empty chamber, he would never be able to leave.  Each thought he dwelled on inside the room led to another.
:thumb317873156: :thumb311678242: Cybernoid Swordsman Qpaint by benedickbana Paradise.My arms ache from digging through
rough and ruin, in search of
I saw it in a whispered dream,
there, nothing hurt;
we were unspoken.
With winter came warmth and summer snow,
And nothing died, just ceased to
walk with me
in paradise.
Unwritten Lullaby
I wake up every night at 2 am.
Left to think back of all the mayhem.
You're no longer here, you had quite the run.
I wish I could say that your ending was fun.
We miss you, I hope you know.
However, even though you're gone, we continue to grow.
As not only people, but spirits as well.
With time and patience we all can get out of this hell.
After a while, I go back to sleep.
Though my words, you can not keep.
I know you couldn't hear them, my words I mean.
But you never know, nothing is ever what they seem.
I know one day, we all must die.
But until that day, I hope you enjoy your unwritten lullaby.
Cyanide MindI lost my voice
choking on my own tongue.
The words still spill out
from my eyes.
I bit my lips raw
hoping to stem the flow,
but ideas still drip
from my fingertips.
A soggy brain leaks, I suppose
and all my thoughts taste like tar
Caving Rib CageWe crossed at glacier paths on icicle footing;
in the hollow and darkness of a cavern where we found each other a second time, you spoke to me.
You told me tales of bereavement, and that the most morbid of all is not slow demise but rather,
it is being killed, just a little bit.
I never thought it a possible plausible thing-
to kill a man, just a little bit.
The calcium in my bones precipitate at the thought as you beckon me from my limestone shelter.  
How does one kill another just a little bit?
   Give me deionized water and make me a paste;
   clean all my tarnishes,
   for I am no good as silver if I remain
   senescent and dull.

I knew my skepticism was obliterated the day you, with your bedrock stature,
through your stalactite eyes and your stalagmite smile,
killed me just that little bit.
To have the one you love most fool/leave/betray you and still remain so in love with them-
worse yet, seeing the pe
:thumb316515456: Like a Delicate Sunset: Dive Into the Dawn Rose by Cloudwhisperer67 IntermezzoI must try to let go
all interpretation meant to lead me
to the answers of my homecoming,
to discover there is only one answer,
having no original question
casting off the apparatus
of these collective thoughts,
the intermezzo of my life-
I rail between ophidian impulse
and hominal dilemma,
the octave of my corporeity-
between diligence and sloth,
becoming overwhelmed
as decisions turn to obsidian-
or to be met at the juncture
in a state of vacuous grace,
[blank]a blank canvas
haunts me; taunting,
mocking. what inky
blackness once
detailed. now so
these bones are
weary, overcome
with lethargy. drought
arrives, as words
sink to the floor
d r o w n i n g
and nothing
is created.
dissipating into
empty air. nothing
is left to be written.
nothing is left
to be said.
:thumb283048654: Thorn
The blood has turned into dust
But in veins is still pouring lust
Even if my hands tremble, are numb
The whole skin is painted with plumb.
Day by day,trying to erase memories,
I feel like a criminal, destroying evidences
I may demolish or at least rebuilt that wall
Still does not change at all.
I need more thread for the reopened scar
How else would I manage to walk far?
And I will always have in addition behind
Something which still carries my mind.
Tell YourselfSo tell yourself to let go.
Things will never ever change.
Get out of there before your hurt yourself,
Get shot at close range.
It takes saying goodbye
To move forward and say hello.
See what's ahead, embrace it.
Oh son, it's so hard to believe.
More than that, it's hard.
It takes all the strength you've got,
And even a little more.
But in the end, you'll be better.
You'll be safer, you'll be strong.
You'll be free. And you'll no longer be let down.
You'll be able to fly,
Leaving that old body behind.
Progress comes at a price,
But you'll never miss the old.
It feels good, but it's tying you down.
The ropes aren't getting any looser.
Or do you even want to get out?
It feels good, doesn't it?
Just wallowing in your despair?
I know you can do it. Just break free.
:thumb317608612: She Called Herself MidnightMy vixen
the raven child
ebony slick.  
She sucks on clove cigarettes,
pausing to cough out flies and carbon.  
She's as ugly as she's ever been,
gilded from glue and obsidian.  
Black harpy;
darkness rupturing
from raw meat.
SUPERNATURALDeep unto the mist of ages, spirits jewel worlds forsaken
A slither of fire dawns the ethos of my dreams —
for the temptress seeds wind and sea with ancient song
Emerald streams flow thru forests of exile...
Beyond the veil of time, the ravens fly dark n' long
The flesh of trees weep to rise of ebon Moon
— Nocturnal rapture, seek I with whispered lust
Under wanton falls of twilight I hath bled upon magick vine
Beneath midnight tides the Fae stir,
somewhere in the other world, my flesh becomes her wine
~Arthur Crow © 2012
Writer's BlockGirl, we sure would have made one hell of a story if we hadn't run out of ink. the weathervane watch by Dementium A Head.. But no Heart.A heart, A head
Will you love me or hate me?
A door where only one can walk
While the other stays
You look at me with a feeling of sadness
.. Or was it regret?
The knife in your hand decides it all
Where the head is placed on your neck
You grab me by the shirt
And plunge the knife deep inside
It hurts,
It truly does
You grab me, and cold steel breeches my flesh again
Seeing the fluorescent blood spill from me
Again, the knife goes through
And I fall to the floor, watching
You look at me with those familiar eyes
Even when there's no heart inside
Laying on my chest, you give me one last look
.. As if we were complete strangers..
Raising the knife, I see your hand doesn't shake
.. And no remorse is seen in your eyes
.. Because you have no heart,
You left me to die.  
Awake And Alive
I can hear the voices...
Is she okay?
Is she going to make it?
We don't know...
I am aware of my surroundings.
I'm on something soft and warm.
There's a beeping coming from somewhere.
My arms are burning and stinging.
But I can't seem to move.
I supposed I had a peaceful state from the outside;
But on the inside I am screaming in agony and writhing in pain.
This isn't what I wanted...
Is this hell?
No, I'm still alive.
She's in a coma
I hear them talking about me.
But why would she do this?
I don't understand...
Of course you don't understand...
No one does.
You have no idea what it's like to try so hard to fit in with your 'perfection'.
No clue what it's like to not  be superficial.
Do you even know what real love is?
Do you know how to care about something real?
I don't think you do...
I fade to a peaceful blackness...
I know you can hear me.
Oh no..
Not him.
Not that voice.
Don't be here.
Don't melt my heart.
Don't weaken my resolve.
I did this for a reaso
Girl as ColorColor the girl shell pink
or magnolia -
some rare vintage of wine
or a bright Italian circus,
and I shall call her mine.
Color her starling grey
or a sudden shade
of window,
daylight glistening like a puzzle
and I will claim her mouth.
Paint us both some new corner
or furniture,
a fresh tone of orchestra
and ripened lemons,
and I swear I will be true.
:thumb296512166: Gerundium by Only4SeX Raining Blood Chapter 1: Begin the Revelations
The gameboard had been cleared. I was amazed by the simple formation of Pieces against my last three. The somewhat-angelic woman across from me was thinking the exact same thought I was.
"This is checkmate, Shade. You've lost."
The words rang in my head.
She smirked at me, cruel and calm. "Shade, you and I both know that there is no way that you could have won. I guess I will collect my winnings and leave."
"What winnings?" I asked.
"Oh right, we were playing for lives. I will take my people of Indelatra and you have to stop killing. Thanks for the Game, it kept me
rather entertained. Well, it did for a little while anyways."
"Don't patronize me, you bitch," I said with disgust.
"I wasn't, you retard. I am a goddess, and you are a mere mortal. The odds were obviously in my favor."
"They were in your favor because of the dirty tricks you used."
"Oh I used dirty tricks? What about Ro-"
"Get off my island now. Do it or I swear I will kill you right here and now, no matter if you are suppo
For you12 by malaladanila The Rainfall KidThere are raindrops on his fingers—a glistening cluster of perfectly silver droplets that read like some shining, ethereal roadway map—the night that he comes for her with the thunder of a summer storm rolling forward on his footsteps. The low rumble of it jolts her from a book induced slumber, the cover rough beneath hands and the jumble of last-read letters blurring on the underside of blinking eyelids as rain begins to fall. Although it's almost been longer than memory will allow, she knows that there is no mistaking the sudden upheaval of the outside world for anything other than his arrival—after all, it hasn't stormed in years.
          Soon enough, her shoulders and the soles of her bare feet are collecting water along with the hardback that had slipped, forgotten, through outstretched fingers—now laying broken-spined with white pages exposed and its words all bleeding together in thin rivers of smudged ink. The leafless trees seem to shudder, emerging from
Art and His MistressShe lifts her skirt up to her porcelain knees, walks barefoot in the early morning sun.
The soft rays of sunshine hit her pretty face, illuminating the golden ratio of her symmetry.
She twists and turns in the tall blades of grass, shouting, yelling, and screaming her jubilation.
She draws him in like a moth to a flame, completely engrossing his mind, leaving him forever in need.
She's young and beautiful and restless, so drunk on life, but lost to endless light seas.
She raises her umbrella high to greet the rain, a subtle offering to the gods above.
The water droplets manage to get on her anyways, sticking to her eyelashes like too blotchy mascara.
She corrals her once peaceful child back under the safety of the umbrella, crying out to him.
She's entrancing and her son is engaging, keeping him lured in to the siren's call for the rest of eternity.
There's a tingle in her stomach, in her heart; a soft buzz that warms her soul, but keeps her toes cold.
She wakes at midnight in an ice-c
Nature is love! by maximo10 Waterscape I . . . by Kalen-Bloodstone The Dying Thoughts of Ayrton Senna                Nada pode me separar do amor de Deus
The hand of God lifts me
As the genius of man fails.
I am carried
Lower than I expected.
A single bar, so perfect in its
Engineering one year ago.
Again, the technology robs me
Although the irony is hard to appreciate here.
The voice of God greets me
As I slump in my chair in front of the world.
Brazil is watching me
Brazil is watching me
Rubens Barrichello is watching me
Michael Schumacher is watching me.
Alain Proust is watching me
He should have been the one to kill me.
Or has he, in a way
Or is this a product of my own hubris?
The hands of men lift me
And I am stripped.
The car can no longer be pushed
To its limit: I have found it.
The helmet is a trapping of a driver:
I have no need of it.
Where I am going, I have no fear of fires
So I do not miss the fireproof suit.
Sir Watkins, cherish our memory
As I have cherished our friendship.
My breath
Time Immortal"I'm BORED. B-O-R-E-D BORED." Past flopped onto a chair and stared at Present, sitting across from him. "Why isn't Future here yet?" Present merely pointed a slim finger at his shoulder. Turning, he came face-to-face with a rather angry looking man in white.
"What?" He asked warily. Future had a notoriously mercurial temperment.
"That's. My. Chair." Future punctuated each word with a slight lowering of thick, bushy brows.
Sighing, Past got up leisurely, just to tick off Future even more, and sat down on a third chair that was exactly identical to the other two in all but position. As Future sat down elegantly onto his seat, Present suddenly got up.
"What is it?" Both brothers simultaneously asked their sister. She sat back down, slowly.
"I just remembered. I left the stove on at home. Thank you Past," After nodding to her younger brother, she looked pointedly at her elder one, who expelled a very long breath.
"Fine," He grumbled, and pressed each of his fingers to the partner on the ot
:thumb318488631: Sneak Attack by NiteOwl94 The price of beauty by Januairie Chibi P.B. by LoraxFan Luna Flower by spotnick97 Free rainbow dash icon by FlyingCookiez My DearestDearest Robert,
Every night I walk the narrow path to The Door, Your Door. (I tell no one. I make sure they're not watching). They tried to keep me from you. Did you know they hid the letters? They hid them, but I found them in the attic underneath a pile of your clothes. They tried to donate those too, but I stopped them. I had a fit and I made them stop. Everyday my nightgown is damp with tears, but at night I have comfort. I know you're with me then.
Already there is talk of moving on. It's been a whole year, they say. I need to Let Go, Move On, but I'm making plans of moving in. They tire of me day after day; not dressing, hardly eating, forever staring out the window waiting for you to come home. I am such an unbearable weight to them. All I can think about is you.
I can hear your voice like a carousel, around and around again. Like children in the park. Ice cream giggles and dandelion puffs. Those ice tea chats on the front porch with your folks, the days whe
:thumb312405230: :thumb311164548: :thumb304030477: Decision TimeWhen there's two of a kind and you love them both so much,
You look into one's eyes and see your whole life.
Then you look into the others and wish that it was there,
But the spark is not ignited,
Completely unfair.
They look at you with love,
And look at you with fright,
But the real question is;
Which one's your whole life?
You say yes to one,
Cause the other hasn't asked.
Though now you feel awful,
Cause those feelings have passed.
You love the one you're with,
But you love the other more.
How do you kindly,
Boot him out the door?
Your other problem is;
They're both your good friends.
And to lose number one,
Would bring that to an end.
So you're in your room, and on your bed,
Thinking so much, it hurts your head.
The tears still haven't come,
But that's surely on its way.
For one night when you're in bed,
And you've had a bad day.
Though you've got to be fair,
And have to stay true.
Therefore the clear choice,
Surely must be number two.
Greed Cosplay by FinalLegacy1 Summer LoveSummer love
Sparks a new flame,
It's bright but fades.
Every second is well spent,
This isn't a game of charades.
Our love is new,
And we seem to be on a crusade.
Summer love
Your eyes sparkle a precious green,
And they shine brighter than the stars do.
Your hair's brown in a curlicue,
Your locks swish, and portray as a mysterious black hew.
Nothing can stand against your radiant smile,
That cork of your lip has my heart racing forever true.
Sumer love
Chances are well took,
And fingers lay entwined warm in your hand.
We seem to never ever be the same,
This is where we eventually stand.
You walked into my life to stay awhile,
Now you've finally left footprints on the sand.
Summer love
The newest joys,
Now came the most awaited part.
What we never thought could be,
Are now shock waves from the heart.
Together the world will be right,
But exotic pain erupts while we are apart.
Summer love
I've never took a chance,
I've never took a dive.
But now I take it in,
Summer love.
The HuntressWith eyes watching intently
The huntress stalks her prey.
With hands firmly on her spear
The huntress gets ready to strike.
With legs moving faster than the wind
The huntress pounces on her prey.
With spear covered in flesh and blood
The huntress is satisfied.
Here I stand
Here I stand, alone and free
The tattoos speak true
I am greater than you.
Just try to beat me!
I am the tree that's strong
I am the bird that's fast
I am the tree that last'
I am the bird's beautiful song
Most importantly
I am ME,
that is,
better than you could EVER be!
Fairy Manga by CaryAndFrankArts That was a good Bird by FrankAndCarySTOCK :thumb311876805: Will Live in Memory Forever by IndependentMind Always RememberAlways remember my sun-kissed hair
and the feel of your hand in mine
Always remember how much I cared
and way my eyes would shine
Remember the moment of our first kiss
and the sadness of sweet tears shed
Forget the dreams and goals I missed
and hold tight to my smile instead
Remember the love that filled my eyes
as I looked on the face of our friends
Forget all the pain I held inside
and remember with time wounds mend
Please remember the moment I gave you my heart
and each moment spent lost in my eyes
Forget all the times I fell apart
and each moment I told you a lie
Remember that sometimes life gets tough
and you feel like you can't go on
Forget every moment life's been rough
and hold tight to the warmth of the sun
Forget every moment I left your side
and each time I pushed you away
Forget the choice to take my own life
and the words I couldn't say
Remember the brightness my smile brought
and the ring in the length of my laugh
Remember the length of time I fought
But forget that my he
Birdlike the soul findsFrown of frustration from him;
she savaged the self crafted.
A drop of sweat almost hit the ground,
but the feathery arm was quite a surprise.
Perched, it was no struggle to take off,
and I met you while making loops in the air.
Highly placed,
transfixed by the refinement of brick, wood.
Then, gliding between buildings,
the power of the draft,
the grandeur of building.
Our day ended atop a telephone pole,
seeing the bright orange and rosy pink fade away.
We don't have a song.
All we have is a natural strength
from an unnatural happening.
You almost left your burden in tears
before you were on that skyscraper,
Grasping at Wings"Grasping at Wings"
When I was a small child
My heart was attached to youth
Like a feather to concrete
A whimsical solemnity.
I learned of a perfect life
One where my innocence
Prevented me from knowing
What life had in store.
A dark-winged deviant
Came by one day
Took away the angel
That granted life to me.
I grow, bitter, resentful
I do not understand
I cannot understand
Why I lost what I did.
I realize, now
That the reason why
My life was chosen to be
That of what it is now.
I sit, happy, with tears in my eyes
Crafting something angels could sing
And all I imagine on this day
Is me, grasping gently on her wings.
For NowA love so pure
a taste so sweet
I think I have
what's right
Hand in hand
stops time and space
next to you
my happy place
Carpe deim
we'll find a way
I might as well
save the best for today
Calm in mind,
touch and feel
somehow I know
our bond is real
Along with ease
there is no test
I have your love
and no regrets
It's you I want
I want with me
so hold me now
before I leave
Though Ill soon depart
and the distance is far
Don't you ever fear
in our hearts we're always near
Then someday
when tasks are done
we'll reunite
and join as one
But till then
we have to wait
I have a hunch
and trust in fate
A love so pure
a taste so sweet
I think I have
what's right
Hand in hand
stops time and space
next to you
for now, and always
Silly Little Bumblebee-For CelestialMemoriesSilly little bumblebee,
setting down in my hair,
catching yourself in my curls,
buzzing everywhere.
Silly little bumblebee,
crawling over my body,
tickling my hand,
galumphing playfully.
Silly little bumblebee,
I am not a flower too,
I am just a strange girl,
who simply adores you!
© 2012
edited tattoo project by Oliver-Winterborne NATURE'S ART WORK by AtipeAk The Prophet!He awoke under the colorful gaze of the of the rising sun, piercing the somber shade of primordial regurgitation. It was upon the mount that he had found his home, and so rest. Though in years most recent even the passive nature of dreams had transcended into rapturous torment, breeding contempt amongst his still frame in the silent passages of night. He had become the home of his secrets, and sleep no longer visited him. However, it was in the carriage of despair that he would travel in solace, and if sleep were to offer no peace, than he shall no longer lay down to sleep. Thus arose the prophet, and began his dissension down the circumference of the great mount, carrying the weight of the heaven's upon his shoulders. His eyes flustered at the sight of ash, darkening the ground beneath him. Dust settled under a vast torrent of heavy wind, floundering the very earth on which stood all things. He laughed, the thundering laugh of madness, eating through the vortex consuming sound, and ai Earthly Angel (V: 1)
All angels seem unreachable, but this one lives among us.
A swam among ducks, but illuminating those living around her.
Untouchable, with harmony surrounding her like the heaviest of perfumes- you can almost see her pure wings of ivory folded behind her graceful body as you watch her move down the street. She's come this way several times before- why? Is it because of the musicians, who she seems to always have a dollar in her pocket for? Who she always stops to share a word with? It can't just be them.
So that's her name- Astrig. One of the street musicians just shouted it before proclaiming the making of a new song. She smiles and listens, reaching into the bottomless pocket of dollars. Where does she get it all from, anyway?
Abruptly, she leaves them to their music, stopping and scrutinizing every poster down the street- soft, brunette hair falling down her back, twining around her invisible wings. She turns around and looks up to the gathering dusk, smiling while stretching her arm

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1. Seeking validation on the outside and getting shocked when you get critique. Validation comes from within, folks. Hard life lesson, but there you are. First of all, every artist of any kind has to learn to tell themselves they've done good work even in the face of their detractors. (One just hopes they balance it out with taking valid critique into consideration so they improve.) If you can't, you're not going to accomplish much. Second, I'm not saying that encouragement and fans and book deals aren't very nice things, but to the creative process they can be massive distractions. I read recently that a core of stillness is necessary to the creative process, and the more distracted I get, the more I understand it. I have seen entirely too many writers (and by this I mean full-grown adults who should be emotionally mature and everything) seek validation in a desperate and pathetic way, and get outraged when — gasp — someone tells them their writing could improve. I have seen people (mostly women) backbite, backstab, cold-shoulder, ostracize, and instill hierarchies of "published" and "not-published" that resemble cliques a high school would envy. And these cliques ain't got a decent writer among them. What they do is flock together so they can all preen and stroke and tell each other how wonderful they are. And those that aren't published latch onto those that are, as if attaching oneself to these people will give up the great secret on How To Get Published. (Psst. The answer is: BE A BETTER WRITER, STUPID.) If your self-esteem is low where your writing is concerned, it can be so, so easy to seek comfort. Especially if your Real Life at large is littered with terrible choices and even worse consequences. But if you fall into that hole, the best you can hope for is writing the kind of stuff in Rule #5 that makes me hate you.

2. Trying to make writing a social event. I don't understand why people do this. From the get-go, I heard the phrase "writing is the loneliest profession." And pretty much accepted that as my lot. But I watch people in Real Life and online constantly avoid the reality that the only way to write is to sit your ass in a chair and hit the keys. Mostly by trying to see if someone'll do it with them. NaNoWriMo is not the worst offender, but it's a good example. Classes and writing conventions can be helpful, but I have seen people pay good money for years on end and never get anywhere. Because they're not writing on their own. They might scribble a few things, but for the most part they want to talk to you about all these great ideas they have. One of the few hard and fast rules of writing I've discovered is: if someone's talking to you about what they're writing, they are not writing it. I guarantee you. I will bet you anything that the babbling ideamonger in the center of the room has barely written a word, while the surly introvert in the corner logged a hundred thousand words last novel. Writing is lonely, people. We explore worlds and journeys and emotions entirely on our own. Because if someone else were there with us, it would screw up the process. Leaving alone the whole "stillness is necessary to the process thing": I don't know if you've experienced the fresh hell that is collaboration, but believe me when I say it's one of the worst things I've seen people try to do. They are ready to kill each other by the end of it. People who collaborate well most of the time can do it because they've completed independent projects on their own in the first place, and bring a certain level of self-discipline to the table. Do not think that there is a magic feather. Writers write. And nobody's gonna make you do it but you.

3. Asking people or conventions to hold your hand. I recall talking to a group of ladies at SCBWI that were talking about a rather elite writer's program (the name of which escapes me) that had resulted in several people getting published. There was quite a bit of clucking and patting of feathers as these ladies assured themselves that such a pedigree ensured success. One of them turned to me and said, "Don't you think that would help you be a better writer?" I was unaware I was part of the conversation and happened to be doodling ponies at the time, so looked anything but the picture of literary aplomb. I replied by paraphrasing Stephen King: "The grit of sand is what makes a pearl, not pearl-making seminars with other oysters." Proverbial pin drop. (I later found out that many people who graduated from that writer's program were still struggling to break into print.) Conventions are good for the uninitiated: if you don't know anything about the marketing side of writing, they're valuable. If you don't know anything about writing: they are less valuable, but still valuable. If you know both, conventions become maddening events in which you shell out several hundred dollars to hear the exact same stuff you've heard before, spend ten minutes with an agent, then get to stand around in a mixer trying to talk over everyone else's ten-second pitch line before you realize all the literary agents are hiding in their hotel rooms because this crap is insane. Conventions and writer's retreats are inspiring. I will give them that. Going to one, it's impossible not to come home fired with new zeal. Therein lies most of their value. But the shine is off the apple in about a day. You're back to the realization: you've still got to sit down by yourself and type things out. And really, talking to some "writers", that's more than they can handle. So they just sign up for the next convention with all their friends to keep that high going.

4. Strangling an idea to death. I've only personally experienced one person who couldn't let go of an idea. I joined SCBWI about four years ago, and met a lady from England who had an idea for a book that was a feel-good romp with five children who travel the world solving mysteries. She kept insisting it was a middle-grade, but it read like a chapter book. I dutifully did my critique, saw her at meetings, and life went on. Four years later: she's still hocking that book. Still going to the same old conventions over and over and trying to pitch the thing. My writing group consists of far more sociable writers than myself, and they assure me this happens all the time. That elite writer's program I mentioned? Apparently one luckless woman in SCBWI has taken the exact same book there three times in a row, year after year. And this is $3k a pop deal. I have also seen people write total staleness into their first chapter. After changing one line and asking me to critique it again, and again, paring down the spontaneity of the writing the same way someone chews their fingernails bloody. Digression is important. You have to know when to let an idea go, when to let it incubate, when to realize when it just ain't gonna work and you need let it die, and when its time to try something new. There are books that have taken decades to write. Your new project could teach you something that will give you a totally new insight into how to solve a problem in your old one. Creativity is about growth. The definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

5. Writing what's popular, not what you have to say. Uuuuugh. I hate this one. I hate it hate it hate it. This leads me to encountering cookie-cutter Hollywood-model books that are the same thing over and over, and drives me to write scathing reviews on Amazon and Goodreads. I cannot believe how unoriginal so much YA literature is, or how spineless so much of it is. Between the books that copy the latest bestseller, and the books that copy waning bestsellers, the books that are retellings of fairy tales and myths, and the demand of publishers to publish what's marketable and not necessarily aesthetically valuable: there's not much room for originality. Granted, the ebook market has created an outlet for this, but it doesn't soothe my pain. More than this, I hate meeting writers I want to punch in the face because they think they're being clever by writing Twilight-but-seriously-not-Twilight-nudge-nudge-wink-wink. I swear to god, the worst of them are people who read one book and decide they can be a writer. And odds are it's not even a good book, it's just what's popular at the moment. I'm not saying populist literature is bad (Dickens and King qualify), but a lot of it can be. I loathe writers who have so much timidity they feel the only way they're ever going to say something meaningful is by treading the path of someone bolder or luckier. That their own experiences, however humble and true, aren't as important as something flashy and hollow. And don't give me that crap about "all stories have been done before", because there is a distinct line between stories inspired by inherent structure, and stories that rip off every cliché' known to the genre without even attempting originality. You're writing to express a truth. Be brave. Step out somewhere new and show us the way.
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The alternative timeline focuses on the Soviet Union, its allies and enemies in an alternative historical setting in 1958. The timeline's point of departure is the Winter War between the USSR and Finland in early 1940. The date is set ten years after the conclusion of the great world conflict known in anglican literature as the Second World War and The Great Class War in European/Soviet terminology.

In this journal, all historical information on the timeline will be archived as soon as it is published along with the images.


Image Gallery:

--- Map series: The USSR ---
--- Map series: The World ---
--- Map series: Europe ---


Background history and timeline info:

Chapter I: The Second World War - 'The Great Class War' 1939-1948

Chapter II: Post-War Military and Economic Power Blocs

Chapter III: Country Profiles


Chapter I




The Fall of the Entente

Following the signing of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact and the German-Soviet invasions into Eastern Europe, relations between the USSR and the Allies grew stiffer with each happening. In February 1940, the British decided to violate Norwegian neutrality by invading the country in order to aid the Finns in their struggle with the Soviets in the Winter War as well as to hinder Swedish iron trade with the Germans. The bold plan did not succeed, as the Germans too had made plans for securing Norway, and immediately staged a counter-invasion. More importantly, the M-R Pact had suddenly turned into a real military alliance with a common enemy and common interests and when the Red Army finally defeated the Finns in late March, it advanced into northern Norway repeating the Polish scenario.
The Norwegian Campaign was a military disaster for the British - the greatest in their history. The British withdrew from the continent in the May 1940. As the last soldiers were evacuated from Narvik in April, thousands were left to be fed to Soviet and German POW' camps. In the summer, the Germans launched a successful advance into France and the Low Countries. Meanwhile, the Soviets turned to their Asian borders; maneuvering and manipulating Persia and Afghanistan to allow Soviet military access, delivering those countries the same fate as the Baltic States. Military access gave the Soviets a base from which they launched an invasion of the British Empire of India in September 1940. India was poorly defended against an all-out invasion and Pakistan and Punjab was relatively quickly occupied by the Red Army.

Meanwhile, the German Luftwaffe, aided by Soviet bombers stationed in Norway, was gaining the upper hand in the air battle over Britain. By early 1941, the British had become seriously demoralized by bombings, the military disaster in Norway and the Soviet invasion of India. Additionally, they were alone in the war - France had fallen and the USA had declared a return to a strict isolationist policy (because of fear of the German-Soviet "Unholy Alliance" and because of security guarantees through recent treaties with Japan). The increasingly unpopular prime minister Winston Churchill was forced out of office as and a new government sued for peace with the Germans and the Soviets.

Typically, the peace was not to last, and it was even more fragile than the dreaded peace of Versailles. After all, the "Unholy Alliance" was only a marriage of convenience and everybody knew that. The Berlin Peace Conference in March 1941 brought about a new order in the world, but it stirred up relations between the victors - both of whom were preparing for pre-emptive attacks on each other. Britain kept its government and full independence, but became a bitter isolationist secondary power, downgrading the British Empire into a commonwealth. Pétain's French State became a satellite state of Germany like Eastern and Southern Europe.  Germany and Italy gained control over the British and French colonies/mandates in the Middle East and Africa (except for South Africa). The USSR annexed Finland, the Norwegian province of Finnmark, Persia, Afghanistan and Pakistan west of the Indus River.

The German-Soviet War

In July 1941, this disharmonious world order was disrupted when the Germans and their allies invaded the Soviet Union. The invasion was designed to crush the Soviet state in European Russia in a matter of weeks. It was, however, a failure. The German armies halted before they even crossed the Byelorussian-Russian borders due to bad weather, logistical problems and overstretched fronts. The invasion was launched from Central-Eastern Europe, while Axis troops had to maintain defenses along the borders in Mesopotamia and in Norway, where little fighting took place. The winter of 1941-1942 produced a stalemate and the summer offensive of 1942 failed to produce victory for the Germans despite their advance into the Ukraine and Persia in order to gain access to Caucasian oil fields. During the winter of 1942-1943 the advance again halted and a proposed summer offensive of 1943 failed because the Red Army had by then managed to reorganize and reinforce the defense. The Axis had dug themselves deeper into the same tracks, while the Soviet state had stood its test of pan-national unity and cohesion and consolidated its war effort.

The first Soviet counter-advance succeeded in the Ukraine in early 1944. From that time on, the slow and painful German retreat began. Slowly liberating the Ukraine, Byelorussia and the Baltic States, the Red Army pushed the Germans back to the original German-Soviet borders by the end of the year. The summer of 1945 witnessed a large Soviet assault into Poland and Romania and during the autumn and winter, the Soviets reached the original Soviet borders in Mesopotamia. Axis troops in the Middle East withdrew towards Turkey and the Germans forced the pro-German, neutral country to give them military access in order to defend the Balkans. 

The Soviet advance into Europe halted, while the Red Army conquered the eastern regions of Turkey during the winter of 1945-1946. During February and March 1946, the Germans and Italians evacuated the country, as well as the entire Balkans south of Hungary. This defensive strategy was hard to swallow, especially for the Italians, but it reinforced the front in Poland and denied the Soviets the chance to cut the Axis forces in Turkey/Balkans off from Germany by advancing from Romania towards the Adriatic. This swift situational change left the Red Army in charge of Turkey, on which Moscow would later impose a pro-Soviet regime which was willing to cede the Armenian Highlands to the USSR. Securely moving through Anatolia, the Red Army swiftly and (almost) peacefully occupied Greece, Bulgaria and Yugoslavia, joining up with the Soviet forces in Romania.  In the summer of 1946, the Soviets launched an advance into northern Sweden, for the same reasons the British invaded Norway - to cut German iron supplies. Sweden surrendered quickly followed by a German strategic withdrawal from Norway, and joined the war against the Germans.

The German abandonment of Norway was unrelated to the events in Sweden. The troops were needed in Poland where the Red Army began an advance after counterattacking the last German offensive in the the area during the summer of 1946. The retreat was slower an more painful then ever before. The bloodiest military battles of the entire World War took place in Poland, Prussia and Eastern Germany during the winter of 1946-1947. By the spring, Berlin was captured by the Red Army, and Hitler relocated his government to Hamburg. The broken German Army fought along with zealous Waffen SS and Volksturm units as well as volunteers from France and the Iberian states in a shattered and undirected effort of violent survival. Soviet troops captured town by town, slowly and painfully pushing their way westwards. Hitler committed suicide when the Red Army entered the outskirts of Hamburg in December 1947, coinciding with a Soviet-directed coup in Italy. The previous summer had witness Italy decay into chaos following the imminent defeat of the Axis powers. Mussolini was forced from power by his comrades and a state of civil war existed until communists managed to gain control in December. Soviet military units quietly entered the country to secure the outcome.

The Last stand

Even with Hitler dead, and the war virtually lost, the Nazi leadership did not surrender. Great many Nazi leaders had already fled to Pétain's pro-German France and Franco's ultra-reactionary Spain. Following the Battle of Germany, an exodus of Germans, mostly Nazis, sought refuge in those countries. Himmler and the Waffen SS took over the reins in France, creating a short lived SS state, which allied itself with Spain. The Spanish had remained formally outside of the World War, but had been hugely involved in the defense of Germany by providing volunteer troops. Because of all this, the Soviet leadership issued a declaration of war against Spain and Portugal (France had already been considered occupied by Germany) and a crusade against fascism in Europe. The Spanish regime viewed itself as the last bastion of Christianity and the old social order of Europe. Madrid was to become the Constantinople of modern times.

These last months of the war were the most ferocious of them all. Franco's bastion of Western civilization was equipped with the best Nazi war criminals Himmler's SS state had to offer. The desperate atmosphere of a total annihilation of the old order in Europe drove both sides to commit unspeakable massacres and atrocities. Mass killings of Marxists, Jews, Nazis, reactionaries and German and Soviet POW's took place across Western Europe from Spain to Poland. After a few months of recuperation and clean-up operations in Germany, Stalin launched an assault into France in the summer of 1948. Waffen SS units fought until the last drop along with Iberian and French soldiers in a bloody "Rattenkrieg" and guerilla warfare. Spain and Portugal surrendered in September, when the "Holy Fortress" of Madrid fell to the Red Army. No peace treaties were signed between the USSR and Nazi Germany. The SS and Nazi guerrillas were gradually eradicated from Western and Central Europe over the course of 1948-1949.


Chapter II



The Socialist World Republic

The Socialist World Republic was founded in Moscow in 1949, immediately after the conclusion of the Second World War and is an international organisation fostering mutual economic, military and political cooperation between the world's socialist states. Every corner of Europe except the British Isles was occupied by the Red Army or pro-Soviet partisan groups after the great conflict between the German lead Axis Powers and the USSR came to an end. In Central-Eastern Europe as well as in Scandinavia, the appeal of socialism and soviet-type communism was high, while the Red Army in Central-Western Europe was the main force behind the establishment of soviet republics. The Socialist World Republic was modeled as a successor to both the pre-war League of Nations and the Communist International mixed with elements of OTL Comecon. It thus functions as an international tool of collective security and military cooperation, an socialist economic block as well as an important tool for Moscow's direct influence on foreign countries (due to the Comintern effect of Marxist-Leninist democratic centrism).

Regarding the military aspect of the SWR, all member states (note: individual soviet republics, not states, are represented at the SWR), are bound by treaty of military cooperation regarding defense against external powers and peacekeeping. The Soviet Armed Forces has made up the backbone of internal peacekeeping through the SWR Peacekeeping Mandate, thus maintaining permanent military occupation within the UES and the NSU. Throughout the 1950s however, the UES has made serious efforts to take over it's own peacekeeping and defenses.

Greater East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere

The Second Sino-Japanese War 1937-1940:

Japanese expansionism in East Asia co-incited with German and Italian aspirations in Europe during the 1930s and the beginning of the world war in Europe, bringing the Japanese Empire close to direct cooperation with the Axis Powers. Despite this, Japan never formally joined the Axis and never joined the war against the Western Allies. This was due to the global effect of the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact and the German-Soviet common war against Britain and France in 1940. By that time, the Second Sino-Japanese War had been raging on since 1937. US president Franklin Roosevelt had been slowly making way for the USA to turn away from isolationism, and since there was universal opinion against US participation in the European War because of the Molotov-Rippentrop Pact, Roosevelt focused on Japanese containment.

In the summer of 1940, Japan agreed to US demands of discontinuation of the war in China, when the latter threatened to cease vital exports of oil to Japan. Increased US presence in the Pacific and Soviet approaches in Central Asia, lead to this conclusion, but the Japanese were also pressured into ceasefire by the Axis, who felt it was important to keep the US out of the world war. The result was that the Empire of Japan withdrew from their territorial aspirations in East Asia and isolated itself from the Axis. Diplomatic relations with the USA and the USSR remained stiff.

The Soviet-Japanese Pact of Neutrality and Normalization:

Over the course of the first phase of the German-Soviet war, 1941-1944, important international developments lead to a change of Japanese policy. First, after the British withdrawal from the war and the Berlin Peace Conference, Roosevelt's interventionist aspirations began to lose momentum rapidly. The second blow his faction came in 1943, when the president died and his supporters lost the presidential election the following year. The election of pacifist and isolationist president Joseph Kennedy in 1944 marked a strict return to US isolationism in foreign affairs. Kennedy even withdrew US diplomatic and economic support for China in its struggle with Japanese occupation (Japan had held its occupied areas since the ceasefire of 1940). Second, the USSR approached Japan in early 1944 after years of non-contact to negotiate an non-aggression treaty.

The Soviets were desperately in need of a guarantee of Japanese neutrality, and even offered to trade precious oil with the Japanese in case the Americans would threaten to cease exports again. The Soviet-Japanese Pact of Neutrality and Normalization was thus signed in Tokyo in march 1944. Resembling the previous Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, the treaty not only carried with it mutual promises of neutrality, but also a division of China into spheres of influence. The Japanese recognized Soviet influence in Mongolia and Xingjiang in exchange for a recognition of Japanese influence in China Proper. Furthermore, this lead to another treaty in 1945, where the Japanese recognized Soviet annexations of said territories, and the Soviets formally gave way to recognizing the independence of the Japanese puppet state of Manchukuo and a continuation of a Japanese war of aggression in China. Lastly, it was agreed that the Chinese provinces of Tibet and Inner Mongolia be kept separated from each sphere and mutually recognized as independent states serving as a buffer zone between the two powers. This was Stalin's lesson from the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact.

The Third Sino-Japanese War 1945-1947:

As a result of the treaty, masses of Soviet troops were released from the Soviet Far East, which contributed to the first successful Soviet assault in the Ukraine against the Germans. In the autumn of 1944, following a series of staged terrorist attacks in the Japanese occupation zone of China, the Empire of Japan declared the ceasefire of 1940 null and void and launched an offensive into the Republic of China. The USA was alerted by the events, but Kennedy's stance was not altered and the US remained non-interventionist in Asian affairs.

The Third Sino-Japanese War continued for two more years. The Chinese Republic eventually broke down while fighting without diplomatic and economic support against the Japanese. Chinese communist partisans, no longer backed by Moscow, were either defeated by the Japanese or managed to defect to Xingjiang and Mongolia. In 1947, the Kuomintang Republic of China surrendered, and the pro-Japanese puppet government formerly operating form Nanking took over the reins of China Proper.

The Aftermath:

The Great East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere was established in the aftermath of the war. A zone of economic and military cooperation among the Japanese-dominated states, it grew during the early 1950s by incorporating the Empire of Vietnam and the Kingdom of Thailand. Thailand had been collaborating with Japan during the latter stages of the Sino-Japanese War and became entangled in the Co-Prosperity Sphere's economic web, eventually joining the alliance in 1949. Japanese-backed guerrillas overthrew the French colonial administration in French Indochina in 1952 after a few years of militancy. The Empire of Vietnam immediately became a Japanese satellite state after its formation.

More former colonies in the East Indies have become increasingly more economically dependent on the Co-Prosperity sphere during the 1950s. The Sphere now serves as an important and growing power block in the world weighing up against the SWR in Eurasia and the capitalist block in America.


Chapter III


The Commonwealth of Anglican Realms

The United Kingdom and the British Commonwealth entered the Second World War reluctantly. Despite emerging victorious in the previous world war, the British Empire had been struggling and declining in its aftermath. Unfortunately for the British, this war had far worse consequences for the Empire than did the Great War. After a series of disastrous diplomatic and military ventures, the British were demoralized, defeated and forced to sued for piece with the Germans and Soviets in early 1941. At the Berlin Peace Conference, the Empire was made pay the price. Apart from having to give up parts of its navy and paying heavy reparations to Germany, Britain lost its colonies in Northeastern Africa and the Middle East to Italy and Germany, as well as Pakistan west of the Indus River to the USSR. Britain suffered a loss of influence and prestige in the world, most notably among their allies. The Americans had already turned their backs in 1940 when the British decided to intervene in the Russo-Finnish Winter War, and the autonomous dominions felt uneasy within the Commonwealth, disappointed over the fact that their troops had fought for nothing. The Indians, who had been demanding independence for decades, were now completely bent on leaving the British Empire altogether - and this they did only a year later, in 1942, along with Burma.

On the bright side though, the United Kingdom managed, unlike France, to withdraw completely from the war in Europe after 1941. Hitler got what he wanted from the British; peace, neutrality and a lip-service to his hegemony in Europe. And even though the British Empire was at a breaking point, the war in Europe and the ultimate Soviet victory in 1948 meant that Britain and the dominions were more dependent then ever on each other's backing. During the years 1942-1945, the so-called 'Empire Question' was the hottest topic in the parliaments across the British Commonwealth. Colonial unrest in Africa following India's secession from the Empire made matters even worse. London reacted by tightening the grip on the colonies and entering negotiations with the dominions on the much discussed idea of Imperial Federalism.

In 1944-1945, steps were taken into that direction. The large white settler dominions of Canada, Australia and New Zealand became separate and fully sovereign and independent kingdoms in a personal union with the Windsor monarchy. This step amounted to the nullification of all rights and duties existing between them and the United Kingdom which had to be reconstructed if the Commonwealth was not to be rendered null and void. In light of economic hardships and political uncertainty, the kingdoms decided not to depart into five different directions, but to strengthen the Commonwealth by turning it onto a confederation of equal states.

Thus, in 1946, the British Commonwealth was reconstituted and renamed the Commonwealth of Anglican Realms, a name giving the impression of a cultural union, based on brotherly ties between sovereign kingdoms and not the domination of one over the others. A Commonwealth parliament was created with equal representation of all five kingdoms, with a joint foreign policy regarding security and defensive matters, as well as a joint Commonwealth Armed Forces.

The Republic of Ireland proudly left the British Commonwealth before and during the Second World War. However, the nation has been re-approaching the Anglican Commonwealth since continental Europe closed off and since economic cooperation increased after Ireland followed the Commonwealth into joining the US lead Free Trade Community in 1955.

The Nordic Socialist Union

The Nordic countries entered the Second World War reluctantly. Norway, Sweden, Denmark, Finland and Iceland were social-democratic and neutral countries before the war, but in 1939-1940 they became the battlefield between three belligerents of the world war. After the war, Finland became a soviet republic within the Soviet Union whereas the three Scandinavian countries joined together and formed the Nordic Socialist Union. The state is not a puppet of Moscow, but an important ally of the USSR and a key member of the SWR. Through the SWR Peacekeeping Mandate, the Soviet Red Army still has an important military base near Bergen in Norway, and a naval base in Iceland.

Norway became the battlefield between the Allies, the Soviets and the Germans in 1940. At the Berlin Peace Conference, the USSR annexed Northern Norway, and the south became a puzzle in Hitler's 'New Order', as did Denmark. The Norwegian front between the Germans and Soviets during the German-Soviet War, beginning in 1941, was quiet in the first years, and when the Red Army turned the tides and advanced into Eastern Europe in 1945 and in 1946, the Germans began to evacuate Norway in order to relief the giant Eastern Front.

Sweden remained strictly neutral the first half of the war. However, during the German-Soviet War, the ruling social-democratic party and the whole coalition government became increasingly divided on the subject if it'd be best to join Germany out of fear of the Soviets or vice versa. Unfortunately for the prime minister, he had to make a decision in the summer of 1946, when the USSR issued the Swedish government with an ultimatum in a similar manner as the British in 1940, demanding access to the iron deposits in Northern Sweden and military access for the Red Army to attack the Germans in Norway and Denmark. The Swedes chose to go to war to defend their neutrality and independence, but after a few weeks, the Germans carried out a long-planned tactical withdrawal from Norway altogether, leaving the country an easy pray for the Red Army. The Swedish government collapsed because of the crisis, making way for the left-wing faction of the social-democratic party joined by the communists to take over the reins and avert catastrophe.

In order to avoid sharing the fate of Finland in the Winter War, the new government agreed to Soviet demands and even offered to declare war on Germany. This clever move of realpolitik indeed saved Sweden's integrity, and the future of Scandinavia. Sweden became the first independent ally of the USSR and in 1947, the Swedish army liberated Denmark from the Germans. This fostered tight relations between the Swedes and the Danes. Surrounded by Soviet-dominated Europe, Denmark became politically and economically dependent on Sweden immediately after liberation and during the post-war period. This lead to the establishment of a union between the two nations; the United Kingdom of Denmark-Sweden.

Norway did not enjoy the same room for maneuver at the end of the world war. Moscow held a tight grip on the Norwegian government, who had been surveyed and directed by a Soviet advisory council since 1947. The Soviets did not allow the Norwegian king and government-in-exile to return to Norway at the war's end since Moscow rightfully deemed them hostile. Instead, the council persuaded the Norwegians to establish a republic and allow the permanent military presence of the Red Army in the country. This was a known pattern. The Baltic states and Iran had been swallowed by the USSR in 1940 using this method. The Norwegians understood that the only way to remain out of the USSR, was to follow the Swedish path, and join the union of Denmark-Sweden.

This became a possibility in early 1951. Over the course of the previous year, Denmark-Sweden suffered threatening allegations from the suspicious ruler in Moscow, that his independent ally was sheltering wanted National Socialists from Germany. A series of affairs related to this turned into a crisis which allowed the communists and the left-wing faction of the social-democratic party to purge the government of all non-socialist elements. By 1952, the United Socialist Party of Scandinavia had established a single-party state and welcomed the Norwegians to join as the third member of the United Kingdom. When the Norwegian Republic was merged with Denmark-Sweden, the socialist government used the opportunity and formally abolished the monarchies and established a socialist people's republic; the Nordic Socialist Union.

As for Iceland, the tiny nation used the occupation of Denmark in 1940 as a pretext to rift the Act of Union with the Danish King. However, neither the victorious Germans in 1941, nor the Soviets in 1948, could spare the risk of losing the strategically important island to the British or American sphere of influence in case of a future third world war. Thus, Iceland was forced to remain in its union with Denmark, later Denmark-Sweden and eventually the Nordic Socialist Union.

The Union of European Soviets

When the Second World War was over in 1948 after nine years of bitter fighting, tens of million of people had lost their lives and cities lay in ruins all the way from Madrid to Moscow. After a fight-to-the-death battle between two civilizations and social systems, it was natural that the defeated, conquered side converted over to the winning side, and this happened all over Europe, excluding the British Isles, relatively peacefully. Some nations adopted Soviet-style communism, others democratic socialism, and to some, the new system was perceived as attractive and victorious or at least worth the try because of the failure of the old system. Others’ hands were forced by the Red Army and the NKVD.

The Union of European Soviets is a federation of Russian-style Soviet republics in West-Central Europe. The UES was formed in 1953, two years after the Second World Congress of the Socialist World Republic decreed that unionism was the next logical step in the development European sovietism. The Eastern European republics were incorporated into the Soviet Union already in 1951.

Unlike the Soviet Union in Eastern Europe, the western union favored large republican units. Instead of giving small nations their own SSR as was preferred in the East, the UES consists of five large national units; the French, the German, the Italian, the Dutch and the Iberian (or Spanish-Catalan-Portuguese as it is officially termed). Let us briefly account for the UES republics.

The French Commune is currently the leading republic of the UES. It is an interesting twist of fate that the declining great power, being a double loser in the Second World War - first against the Germans, then the Soviets -, ended up as the leading nation in Western Europe. The cause for this development was that France had the strongest communist movement in Western Europe before the war and at the war's end – some of them had even been involved in administration before 1939. Many of those who took over in 1948 were communists who had been fighting the Germans from underground during the war years, while their counterparts in Germany, Italy and Spain had mostly been behind bars or operating from Moscow. Additionally, many Frenchmen saw the Red Army as a liberating force from the Germans (as was the case in many Eastern European republics too).

The Soviet Federation of Iberia is the militancy hotspot in the UES, because this was the last bastion of reaction and fascism during the final phase of the war and survived the war with little material damage, in comparison with Germany and France. However, it was in the post-war period that Iberia became intensively heated by class conflict, conflicts of ethnic groups as well as violence committed by, and against, the Soviet occupation forces. Unhealed wounds from the Spanish Civil War lead to a great red terror in 1949-1950, after which the Soviet Republic stood secure and united, but severely wounded.

Germany was the grand loser of the Second World War. The nation suffered total destruction and massive casualties. In 1948-1949, zealous remnants of the SS and National Socialist guerrilla parties roamed remote regions of Germany and Austria, terrorising civilians and the Soviet occupation forces. Despite mass killings and great terror, National Socialist insurgents continued to operate underground well into the 1950s. The German Soviet Republic was also burdened by war reparations, and relinquishment of industries to Russia. Despite all this Germany has made good progress in normalisation since the mid 1950s and is rising in economic strength at a rapid speed.

There were two Western European states that were abolished in 1948. Belgium was absorbed into the French Commune and the Dutch Soviet Republic, and Switzerland was carved up between the German, Italian and French soviet republics. In order to appease the populations of these countries, the former Swiss and Belgian cities of Brussels and Geneva became some sort of super-national administrative centers of the socialist world. Brussels now serves as the capital of the UES, a historically neutral city situated between France and Germany, in which Belgian bureaucrats and administrators have found a fitting role. The former capital of the League of Nations, Geneva, is now the seat of its successor organisation, the Socialist World Republic, having also taken over Comintern activities, formerly conducted in Moscow.


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Transrealism was coined by writer, critic and mathematician Rudy Packer in his 1983 essay, “A Transrealist Manifesto,” as a description of a specific sort of science fiction that was emerging at that time.

This was the introduction of sci-fi elements into fictions that would otherwise be classified as literary realist. In these narratives, there is no attempt to build an alternative or far into the future world for the story to inhabit. Just the opposite. The setting is obviously our contemporary times on the only planet we know. Real public figures, news events and locales are cited to make sure the reader is aware we have not left our world for another, even in a parallel universe. We simply have a character who encounters some sci-fi concept as part of the “normal” narrative. The protagonist, relating his story based squarely in historical events, might also just happen to have the ability to time travel. In Kurt Vonnegut’s “Slaughterhouse-Five,” Billy Pilgrim (Vonnegut’s fictional alter ego) relates in straight literary fashion the details of his experiences in World War II, intercut with domestic life in 1960s America – but also intercut with his time and space excursion as a captive zoo “animal” on the planet Tralfamadore. The element of science fiction is interpolated into the otherwise adult contemporary literary novel with no explanatory comment deemed necessary.

This is “transrealism.”

Who are authors writing transrealism?

Philip K. Dick’s early novels and stories were classic science fiction, but his later works, some published posthumously, fit the genre description. These include “A Scanner Darkly,” “VALIS” and “The Divine Invasion.” These stories all incorporate sci-fi ideas into gritty, realistic literary depictions of the world of drug addicts and police narcs that Dick had fallen into. Margaret Atwood is probably the key “transrealist” author today, with her “The Handmaid’s Tale” being a definitive example of this new genre. After a brief return to more literary fare she has, since “Oryx and Crake,” produced only transrealist novels. Much of Stephen King’s work fits the genre in its “horror” variation, when average blue collar folks depicted realistically and inhabiting a world instantly recognizable as our own, are inexplicably attacked by supernatural forces. Other authors having written novels that can be categorized as transrealist include J.G. Ballard, Don DeLillo and Thomas Pynchon.

Young Adult adventures like the Harry Potter and Hunger Games series, as well as most spy thriller movies and X-Men superhero fare are not transrealist because they rarely achieve a level of writing with a complexity of character and drama that rises to “literary,” and even when they are ostensibly set in the present or a future dystopian version of “our world,” it is too cartoonish in its rendering to occupy any serious “literary” level.

So if your literary palate has evolved over the years to the point that it can only be satisfied with real contemporary literature on the level of Philip Roth or Edward St Aubyn, yet you really miss the fun of your youthful Asimov and Clarke and Ray Bradbury sci-fi days, then sample some of the “transrealist” novels from the authors highlighted in this article and just maybe you can have the best of two worlds.

Your Thoughts

  1. Do you think sci-fi ideas can be regularly interpolated into more serious literature, or are the works cited by Vonnegut, Dick and Atwood simply rare miracles?
  2. Do you think that a “serious” and award-winning author on the level of Margaret Atwood is taking too big a chance with her legacy as a pioneering author of feminist and humanist literature by concentrating her later novels in a spin-off category of science fiction?
  3. Could “transrealism” be the bridge that brings sci-fi and Y.A. readers across to appreciating the even greater adult pleasures of reading serious dramatic literature?
  4. Do you have a favorite Transrealism novel?

Transrealism was coined by writer, critic and mathematician Rudy Packer in his 1983 essay, “A Transrealist Manifesto,” as a description of a specific sort of science fiction that was emerging at that time.

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Journal Entry: Mon Aug 11, 2014, 6:26 PM

Actor Robin Williams Is Dead at 63 of Suspected Suicide

PHOTO: Robin Williams appears onstage at The 2012 Comedy Awards in New York, Saturday, April 28, 2012.

The Oscar-winning actor and comedian Robin Williams died this morning in California. He was 63.

"At this time, the Sheriff’s Office Coroner Division suspects the death to be a suicide due to asphyxia, but a comprehensive investigation must be completed before a final determination is made," the Marin County Coroner said in a statement. "A forensic examination is currently scheduled for August 12, 2014 with subsequent toxicology testing to be conducted."

"Robin Williams passed away this morning," the actor's rep Mara Buxbaum added in a statement to ABC News. "He has been battling severe depression of late. This is a tragic and sudden loss."

Born in Chicago, Williams discovered his passion for acting in high school, before moving to New York City to study at Juilliard alongside Christopher Reeve. A few years later, he also began doing stand-up comedy and working in television, before landing a star-making guest role as alien Mork in "Happy Days." In 1978, he was given his own spin-off series, "Mork & Mindy," for which he won a Golden Globe.

Around that time, Williams suffered a great loss: His friend, John Belushi, died of a drug overdose in 1982, prompting Williams, who had struggled with alcoholism and cocaine abuse, to quit, cold turkey. He would go on to make two trips to rehab, once in 2006, and again this past July, which his rep told ABC News was "the opportunity to fine-tune and focus on his continued commitment, of which he remains extremely proud."

"It's [addiction] -- not caused by anything, it's just there," Williams told "Good Morning America" in 2006. "It waits. It lays in wait for the time when you think, 'It's fine now, I'm OK.' Then, the next thing you know, it's not OK. Then you realize, 'Where am I? I didn't realize I was in Cleveland.'"

Meanwhile, Williams discovered a passion for film in the '80s. With that came a litany of awards, including a Golden Globe for his role in "Good Morning, Vietnam" in 1988, a Golden Globe for his 1994 film, "Mrs. Doubtfire," and a Screen Actors Guild Award for "The Birdcage" in 1997. The next year, after three nominations, he won his first Oscar for his role in "Good Will Hunting."

"This might be the one time I'm speechless!" he quipped while accepting the honor.

President Obama said in a statement on the actor's passing: "Robin Williams was an airman, a doctor, a genie, a nanny, a president, a professor, a bangarang Peter Pan, and everything in between. But he was one of a kind. He arrived in our lives as an alien – but he ended up touching every element of the human spirit. He made us laugh. He made us cry. He gave his immeasurable talent freely and generously to those who needed it most – from our troops stationed abroad to the marginalized on our own streets."

Williams also had a rich personal life. In 1978, he married his first wife, Valerie Velardi, with whom he had one son, Zachary, now 31. He and Verlardi divorced in 1988, and the next year, he married Marsha Garces, who had previously been a nanny to Zachary. He and Garces, from whom he split in 2008, had two children, Zelda, now 25, and Cody, 23. Williams married his third wife, graphic designer Susan Schenider, in 2011.

Recently, Williams had been hard at work. He starred in the CBS series, "The Crazy Ones" and he recently finished filming several film projects, including "Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb." He also recently celebrated a birthday and, in his last Instagram post, wished his daughter a happy 25th.

According to the Marin County Coroner, officials received a 911 call at 11:55 a.m. today that Williams had been located unconscious and not breathing inside his residence in Tiburon, California. He was pronounced deceased at 12:02 p.m.

"An investigation into the cause, manner, and circumstances of the death is currently underway by the Investigations and Coroner Divisions of the Sheriff’s Office," the statement read. "Preliminary information developed during the investigation indicates Mr. Williams was last seen alive at his residence, where he resides with his wife, at approximately 10:00 pm on August 10, 2014."

"This morning, I lost my husband and my best friend, while the world lost one of its most beloved artists and beautiful human beings. I am utterly heartbroken," his wife said in a statement. On behalf of Robin's family, we are asking for privacy during our time of profound grief. As he is remembered, it is our hope the focus will not be on Robin's death, but on the countless moments of joy and laughter he gave to millions."

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