dracontias 1 2007 no. 1 2007 1 dracontias 1 2007 2 dracontias 1 2007 Melez! Occasionally, one encounters persons calling themselves “theoretical magicians” and thus meaning that they subscribe to the magical paradigms without practising magic. But, theoretical magic is a contradiction. Magic is practice, action. Eugenio Trias, professor in philosophy, have pointed out that the word magic can be traced back to the same root as make (Swedish makt meaning ‘power’, German machen
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Misty L. Uschan Professor Lilly Introduction to Humanities II 14EW2 30 November 2014 Starry Night and The Course of the Empire: Desolation Starry Night was created by Vincent Van Gogh during the Post Impressionism period. Starry Night was painted in oil on canvas in June 1889, and the dimensions are 29 x 36 ¼ inches. This painting is on display at The Museum of Modern Art in New York, New York. The Course of the Empire: Desolation was created by Thomas Cole during the Romanticism period. Desolation
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committing suicide over the despair of confronting nothingness. The older waiter in stark contrast to the younger waiter; fully understands the old man’s point of view. Nothingness is what brings the old man to the clean and well-lighted café night after night to drink brandy until he is drunk. The older waiter understands this, and this is why he has no objection to the old man being at the café past closing. When
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Ewa Powalska ” Out in the dark“ is a poem written by Edward Thomas. His wife Helen says in one of her books that it was the last poem before he left to fight in the First World War. Helen Thomas describes a very emotional and sad farewell when her husband reads her this poem. The couple know and feel with every centimetre of their bodies they may never see each other again. (independent.co.uk). Edward was killed during the battle of Arras in 1917 (wikipedia.org). The poem consists of four five-line
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Stars in the night sky are obscured by millions of ashes; ashes of death and vanished hope. The eerie night as described in the novel Night, by Ellie Wiesel has many significant symbols. During the holocaust, darkness consumed individuals with the fear of the unknown. Flames of infernos covered the sky in dark smoke, and released a penetrating smell. Death was one of the factors one feared during the night. The gloomy scenery also convinced and tested many individual’s faith in God. The provoking
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It was a dark night, and the harvest moon was out. Chloe was getting ready for her Halloween fiesta in the embrujado house in the center of the cemetery… “Chloe, you look fine!” yelled Lily. (My best friend). “Yeah, yeah, yeah. But it’s really hard to look cute AND aterrador Lily.” I replied. She rolled her eyes and we continued to get ready to leave. Maybe an hour later me and her hopped into my black 1967 Chevy Impala, and headed to la fiesta. By the time we got there la fiesta had already
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It was a dark and stormy night and my phone started to ring in the middle of the night. Across the screen it read Quincy and I was confused because we haven't talked in a long time. I answered anyway to see if everything was okay. Before i could even ask he said, ¨I know you hate me, but I really need you right now.¨ Then I was concerned. He was right, I did hate him, but I also loved him so I knew i had to help. I asked him what was happening and he told me he was going through a lot but he wanted
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A tall, slightly tanned man sat behind the counter. His short black hair barely reached his ears and he swiped his bangs out of his face. There was a piercing on his right ear. A piece of clear string was attached to a Blue jay’s feather at the end, which reached down to his shoulder. Aiden’s moss green eyes switch from the television in front of him to the client's drinking their fill. It was another slow day at the Grab n’ Drink Bar. The after work crowd has simmered down except for a few loyal
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I'm lame Remembering back to us Talking on aim And stealing you're heart That was never my aim See I let you leave and now Nothing's the same I'm picking you're brain You pick me apart I'm picking you're heart You left me in dark I guess all the pain and the hurt And the worry you left me Returned in the shell of a star Damn do we end arm and arm Or are we Armageddon Guess you'll never know Cause you never let him Show how he love And he trusts and he can
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majority participates, then it is the world’s proper form. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to share with you a piece of work from a corrupted child. Internal Struggles By: Corrupted Child You were one of a kind, one like no other Like a shadow in the dark, you could never be seen From being in the streets for as long as you
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