Oreet Felcher
My blogs
Blogs I follow
- Little Glass Pen
- num yummy
- Prolific Reflection
- Talia, She Wrote
- the nectar of time
- White Satin Gloves
| Gender | Female |
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| Location | Denver, CO, United States |
| Introduction | I am:
The blossom pressed in a book, found again two centuries later. A patron of the arts. An Existentialist: the master of my own destiny. An utter work in progress. Defective merchandise: The Borghese Vase whittled away by time but still standing at 1.72 meters tall. Achelois, ardently attempting to eradicate universal pain. Aegle, epitomizing healing or its need. A daughter. A wine and food aficionado, particularly that from France. A sister. A perfervid bibliophile, devouring books as a lion would its prey. An animal lover. A traveler in the subconscious confines of my mind. A patient; the most patient of patients. A nationalist with no nation. A science zealot. A conversationalist. An idealist, stricken with the “pessimist disease”. A writer: weaving lives with the tip of my pen, the ink flowing like the Colorado River—carving out the crevices of man’s hearts. I am all of these, I am none of these. I am me. |
| Interests | Neither the concise list, nor the circumlocutory version would provide a clear concept of the varying and quite eclectic mix of interests, but with my meager words, here is my valiant attempt: <br> <br> Musings on silence; intrinsically filled with screaming whispers. Pablo Neruda; political activist poems & sonnets. Constructing a pseudo-mountain of books; inundating my senses with words, thoughts, ideas. Bursting into peals of laughter with no apparent justification. My mother’s wit and wisdom. Jean-Paul Sartre and his lover Simone de Beauvoir. Independent music. Morbid and sarcastic humor. Writing; permitting words to transport the hefty weight of thoughts, to transport the intangible to a realm of concrete imagery. Tumbling into reveries replete with lush fields of lavender, the scent redolent of a Provence summer. Stumbling upon treasures akin to Alexander Fleming’s unearthing of penicillin. Clint Mansell. Independent and foreign films. Food, preferably allergen-free. Passionately believing in a cause. Playing devil’s advocate, simply to be contrary. Milan Kundera; shattering all the accepted rules so gallantly. Addictions to the relatively harmless. Eating dinner on a plastic trash bin whilst surviving a ubiquitous heartbreak. The self becoming the subsequent product of hardship. Indomitable spirit. Inhaling and exhaling; these collective breaths forming the basis upon which all other interests flourish… |