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- in Between: 30 Days Stream of Consciousness
Life is not about the day you are born and the day you die-It's all about the Dash in Between.
Stream of consciousness refers to the practice of writing down ideas as they come into your head. The conventions of grammar and appropriateness of language is usually ignored when using this literary technique. For those of you who cringe at the misplaced metaphor or the comma splice, or the occasionally correctly spelled wrong word so frequently seen in this day of spell-check reliability, don't worry there are a lot more things in here to worry about. Concern yourself with the souls of those tragically lost as they express themselves in the written word and wonder what is going to become of them.
Stream of consciousness refers to the practice of writing down ideas as they come into your head. The conventions of grammar and appropriateness of language is usually ignored when using this literary technique. For those of you who cringe at the misplaced metaphor or the comma splice, or the occasionally correctly spelled wrong word so frequently seen in this day of spell-check reliability, don't worry there are a lot more things in here to worry about. Concern yourself with the souls of those tragically lost as they express themselves in the written word and wonder what is going to become of them.
45 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 11, 2017
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July 11, 2018
This book will haunt me. The echoes of the past drift through the words. Each monument in the cemetery offers a different story. That is if you could hear their words.
These are the last thoughts of Rolf Maddox Acker 1927-1945, "When the war is over I pray they find my resting place and bring my bones home. It does not matter if we won or lost, every son deserves to return home to his mother."
The epithet on the stone of Elaine Marcy Danes June 7, 1967- June 10, 1967, "Memories linger of a little angel, heaven sent, who brightened our lives, but for a brief, fleeting moment."
The most haunting are the images brought to mind from the words of Dina Nussbaum Klien. Jan 16 1921-June 2 2007. "Wife, mother, grandmother. She lived through the horrors of the Holocaust to bear witness against the evil one man does to another." Her thoughts, "My husband, he understands. We stood together, quiet witnesses to the horror. My children are named for my grandfather, my mother, my brother, my father. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to have enough children to carry the name of all of my lost relatives, but the doctor said no, I needed to stop. My children are my final witness to the horror. They will carry the names with them and pass them on to the next generation and the generation after that, lest some future generations forget. Our names will stand witness to it all."
The streams of consciousness of these lost ones tell the whole story. My words can do them no further justice.
These are the last thoughts of Rolf Maddox Acker 1927-1945, "When the war is over I pray they find my resting place and bring my bones home. It does not matter if we won or lost, every son deserves to return home to his mother."
The epithet on the stone of Elaine Marcy Danes June 7, 1967- June 10, 1967, "Memories linger of a little angel, heaven sent, who brightened our lives, but for a brief, fleeting moment."
The most haunting are the images brought to mind from the words of Dina Nussbaum Klien. Jan 16 1921-June 2 2007. "Wife, mother, grandmother. She lived through the horrors of the Holocaust to bear witness against the evil one man does to another." Her thoughts, "My husband, he understands. We stood together, quiet witnesses to the horror. My children are named for my grandfather, my mother, my brother, my father. I wanted to keep going. I wanted to have enough children to carry the name of all of my lost relatives, but the doctor said no, I needed to stop. My children are my final witness to the horror. They will carry the names with them and pass them on to the next generation and the generation after that, lest some future generations forget. Our names will stand witness to it all."
The streams of consciousness of these lost ones tell the whole story. My words can do them no further justice.
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