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A - Z Life Coaching by Keren Cytter
A - Z Life Coaching by Keren Cytter
AZ Life Coaching
Keren Cytter
AZ Life Coaching
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A
went to LA because she wanted to refresh her driving skills.
A went to LA because she loved the city.
A went to LA because of her unrealized love for L.
The first thing that A did upon her arrival was to take a cheap
drivers course and spend a week cruising through the city,
guided by a silent Chinese teacher. Am I doing alright?,
she asked. Her guide persisted with one laconic answer.
Denying her weaknesses was As greatest source of power.
She wasnt discouraged by thin communication. A passed
the final test successfully without even knowing it. On a late
afternoon of the seventh day of her study, she received an
American drivers license. Her face was printed on plastic.
She looked electrifiedher hair unkempt, her smile forced,
and her eyes wide open.
Few days later, on the same trip, A was walking back from
Venice Beach. Her mind was racing from A to B and back
to L, when she lifted her head and saw two wooden boards
leaning on one another. On one side was written in red
letters on yellow background: Life coaching First session
is free! On the other side, same colors: Puerto Morales
fish seafood restaurant second floor. The last two words
were written in a different font.
ABC Zoo A visited D at his new apartment. He opened the door and
asked her to wait in the kitchen until he finishes hypnotizing
himself in the bedroom. She sat next to the kitchen table
and noticed a thick beige book by Michel Foucault. To As
surprise, the introduction was compelling and the story was
inspiring. She told it later to E, who spoke about it with B,
who informed C, who might have told it later to U and I,
but when U was searching for the book on the Internet she
couldnt find any link between Foucault and that story. She
emailed D and asked for that book, but D denied he had ever
had a book by Foucault and innocently added, I heard hes a
very interesting philosopher. D asked A if she remembered
more details from the book. She didnt. On the Internet,
U found a shorter version of that story in the form of a
childrens book that helps youngsters to memorize the ABCs.
Thats what was left from that story, and it was good enough
for U.
Afterword The Roman changed the names of the Greek gods to the
planets of the solar system. Zeus became Jupiter, Neptune
was Poseidon, and Ares turned to Mars.
Age The men of the Iron Age suffer from continuous misery.
Their behavior was immoralchildren dishonored their
parents, siblings were fighting one another, and social
respect was completely forgotten. People didnt feel shame
or guilt. Babies were born seasoned and nothing could stop
evil. There were no gods in the Iron Age. They abandoned all
men a long time ago in the Silver Age. This is the Iron Age.
That time exactly. Lift your left arm and look at your watch
yes, it is.
Anger One might develop an addiction to it. The heat that rage
produces leaves its mark in body and mind days after
the temperature has dropped. A patient with compulsive
tendencies is more likely to follow the marks and re-
experience the sensation. Possible acts can be used against
those trends: Avoid any means of communication with
society (emails/text messages/letters/phone/oral) until the
symptoms are gone. Consume marijuana, opioids, or/and
depressants drugs such as Valium, Xanax, or Demerol until
the symptoms are gone.
Alcatraz II Q will never leave that place and why would she? Shes has
her aquarelle portraits, and now she even learned from J
and other inmates a few chords on the ukulele (A, C, and D
are her favorites). Shes just a number. Someone stepped on
her more than once. She couldnt say no, so now shes Q.
An inefficient letter. Dont ask, dont telllets not talk about
it, dont you even dareits just too much. Shes here and
here and now. Every conversation makes the sound of a
metal gate closing or opening behind her. They all sound the
sameand whats the point anyhow? What does it matter if
they are closing or not? Shes here to stay and thats . . . and
thats . . .
B
was Is first patient. A beautiful actress, thin and muscular.
For five years, she had a Tunisian boyfriend who was
shorter than her. Their relationship was stable. She never
complained. I heard Bs footsteps echoing as she entered the
courtyard of her building. The steps echoed in the staircase
until she buzzed the doorbell. She walked straight to the
living room and sat on an overpriced chair. She leaned on the
windowsill, letting the white light wash her face and make
her even prettier. I wondered how it feels to be so pretty,
to have a face that bears such dignity and grace. B stared
at the water tank that was resting on the floor. Ugly was
swimming in circles around Bugly, who was sinking down on
his back, reaching he bottom of the water tank. His illness
was incurable.
Beginning Three elements coexisted: Chaos, Gaia, and Eros. Eros did
not give birth to other gods but encouraged and facilitated
birth and creation. From Chaos was born Erebus (darkness)
who married Nyx (night) and their children were Aether (light)
and Hemera (day).
C
was Bs best friend. They were both actors. E introduced him
to her eight years ago, and from that moment on they stuck
to one another like chewing gum. Their love was real. B used
to sit on Cs lap, hug his neck and shoulders, and stick her
cheek to his. That sight was alarming at first, but in less than
a year, C turned gay, and no possible sexual attraction was an
option.
body and fatally injured him. He was fighting his life for
several weeks. Facing his mortality for the first time. This
notion harmed his self-esteem terribly and equally damaged
the morale of his troops. He died two years later at the age
of thirty-two.
Couch Since Bs arms turned into dough (last night was tough), her
typing skills slowed down. She missed a third arm for braids.
Right arm is leading and left arms completing it. Internal
harmony thats starting in her brain and ends at the keyboard.
Here. Just here. Right after the letter e. Her right nostril is
leaking. (Late night was also a friendly nightshe just had
sex for more than five hours.) She couldnt lift herself. Im
dough-woman, she thought. This storys made of too many
trees. Lets cross this forest together.
D
suffered on his trip to LA. He watched As behavior with
growing anger. She completely lost her mind. He
mumbled, while walking on the wet sand along the West
Coast. He didnt know the name of the beach and didnt
care really. The more he knew about that city, the less he
liked it. When he came back home, A wasnt there yet.
Their return flight was that evening and A hadnt packed her
baggage yet. He expected nothing. He brushed his teeth
just because it can never harm. He heard L cars parking, car
doors slamming, and As loud and jolly talking and laughing.
All in good mood, cheerful and jolly, entertaining as hell. D
heard them walking through the apartment, all loud and silly,
laughing at private jokes. They needed only one word and
that was their cue to laugh. D was boiling mad. He stared
at the mirror and saw a lobster staring back at him. Oh,
you are here! It was A standing at the entrance of the
bathroom. The lobster turned his head from the mirror.
You should pack your stuff, we are late, he said,
restraining his rage. Making sure it wont leap out of his
mouth and strangle that . . . Yes, I know, just let me get
inside so I can. The bathroom was too small; Ds body
rubbed As on the way out. He entered the living room. A
was sitting on the couch. HiHi. D couldnt look at him.
He walked quickly to his room, mumbling an unprepared
excuse, the world fell a part in the middle of the sentence
and D was already in his room. He had packed everything
eight hours ago, before he had a last stroll. He sat on the
bed, waiting. He heard L humming a David Bowie tune and
snorted contemptuously. L stopped his hum and D, worried
that the sounds of disapproval were heard, whistled casually.
E
told I that he doesnt have a dark side to his character. She
believed him. He was separating from his wife after twelve
years of marriage and seemed unusually fine. He didnt want
to separate, but she insisted, so he agreed. They were no
longer living together and E dived with ease into the world of
quick sex and flirtation. He found out that his currency among
single women was high, and in a couple of months he was
deeply involved in all dating applications. He was a handsome,
photogenic painter. Women loved him, and hated it, which
made them love him even more.
Electronic Mail I A needed Is guidance. She had got involved with an erratic
woman whom she couldnt shake off. The woman kept
contacting her. These attempts left A helpless and lost.
She contacted I asking for advice, and both friends became
immersed in a two-hour Skype meeting.
Hi A,
Hi erratic woman,
Electronic Mail II Make sure your emails are short. Make sure your emails
are cold. Dont expose your feelings. Dont email under the
influence of drugs or alcohol. Be friendly. Be calm and polite.
Examples:
Embellishment I Eminem once said: You need a good story if you want to
sell music. The rapper 50 Cent sold millions of albums, as
a young violent troubled gangster who was shot nineteen
times in a car by one of his rivals. He hardly survived the
incident and his triumph was celebrated by the millions of
fans who bought his album Candy Shop. Forget Eminem.
Gamma, 30 to 50 Hz
Beta, 14 to 30 Hz
Alpha, 8 to 14 Hz
Theta, 4 to 8 Hz
Delta, 0.1 to 4 Hz
Erratic Behavior After winning the army of Darius III in the Battle of Issus,
That Is Alexander the Great captured Dariuss wife and daughters.
Characteristic of He didnt abuse or humiliate them but instead asked his
an Ancient Leader people to treat them in the same way they were accustomed
to being treated in Persia. Later, Alexander the Great married
one of them.
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Everyone I Hears what they want to hear and does what they want to
do. Advice for the people who asked for it.
F s
parents were dead. His father died during a baseball game,
on the street near his house. He was in his thirties. Fs
mother died from cancer thirteen years later, when F was
eighteen years old. F used their inheritance to open a small
publishing house. (He published translations of Naked Lunch
and American Psycho, a poetry book by I and collection of
essays by U.) Later on, after losing his money, F worked as
an editor for a financial magazine. A couple of years later,
F got bored with the cynicism in journalism and decided
to study cinema, and couple of years after that, he started
working on a documentary based on his parents life.
Foreword II The text written in bed was the hardest to write. The location
promoted sleep and daydreaming, and the comfortable
position prevented the writer from self-pity. The combination
of sleep, writing, and casual surfing on the Internet releases
a warm sensations of being cloistered and a frequently lost
sense of time.
For the Record This wasnt the case with L. A couple of years later, L left Los
Angeles and moved to New York. There he dated As best
friend and later on married her. L and As best friends insisted
that A will be the ring bearer at their wedding.
Federer once said that its nice to be important, and its more
important to be nice. Priorities are set.
Fiction II The story of Troy was told by Homer, and because the
descriptions were so vivid, many people believed it to be
true. Homer didnt witness the stories; he claimed that they
happened four hundred years previously, and some historians
think that Homer was not a single poet but rather a tribe of
storytellers. Anyway, Homer had the exclusive knowledge
of those mythologies. Storytelling was highly important for
Greek culture; it was the only foundation the ancient Greeks
could rely on when they tried to create some order, to make
sense of the world. Here is one of Homers most famous
myths:
Helen of Troy was the daughter of Zeus and Leda. She
was the most beautiful woman in the world. She married
Menelaus, the King of Laconia. Paris, a Trojan prince, visited
Sparta and seduced Helen. Some claim he raped her. Helen
was abducted by Paris to Troy. Some believe that shed
never been to Troy but stayed for a decade in a temple in
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Did you know: the asteroid 7214 Anticlus is named after the
mythological soldier who was strangled by Odysseus.
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Food for Thought In 1978, the United States President Jimmy Carter initiated
peace talks between Israel and Egypt. He invited Egyptian
President Anwar el-Sadat and Israeli Prime Minister
Menachem Begin to Camp David in Maryland to sign a
peace treaty. Begin and Sadat were literally not on speaking
terms. The Americans tried to please the leaders with
the best conditions possible. They made sure that their
breakfast, lunch, and dinner were similar to the ones in
their homelands. Their hosts ensured that there wouldnt
be any unpleasant momentsBegin spent the evenings
playing chess with his hosts, and Sadat went for strolls in the
country. After two weeks, both presidents signed one of the
most important peace treaties in the Middle East.
Future Hesiod was the first Greek writer to address the people
of the future. Hesiod was also the first Greek writer. He
separated history (as it was told by Homer) into different
agesand claimed that he was part of the Iron Age.
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G
was sleeping when the phone rang. He picked it up. G was
used to phone calls at uncomfortable times. He was ready to
leave his bed at any moment. He was ready to stop dinner
and get into the car. That was the main downside of his job.
His life was Swiss cheese. The holes were his job.
When they left the caf, G told I that a week ago a drug
dealer had tipped him with a bag of marijuana. I was
enchantedshe told the locksmith that shes been trying for
two weeks to get marijuana with no success. I hope the
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Later that day, G called I and said that the impossible had just
happened: the drug dealer was locked outside his apartment
once again and tipped G with marijuana just like the previous
time. G invited I to visit him and smoke the marijuana of
the goofy dealer. I was ecstaticit had been so long. She
put her shoes on and ran to the neighboring building. The
doorman at the entrance asked where was she going. After
she answered, the doorman called G to verify the visit. Its
apartment G on the second floor, he directed her to the
elevator. WeirdG was living in apartment G.
Outside the lobby, the ambulance was waiting with its driver.
The group exited the building and ran into Gs flatmate, the
real-estate agent, who was about to enter the building. She
was shocked at first. Then she shouted at G like a good
friend would. G rose from the stretcher, leaning on his
elbows and shouted back at her. The ambulance doors were
opened and G was pushed inside. The paramedics, I, and the
real-estate agent joined him. On the way to the hospital, G
lost consciousness, turned pale, with bubbles fizzling from
his mouth. The real-estate agent asked, Will he be okay?
The paramedics nodded. They were certain that hed be fine.
H
arrived heartbroken in Berlin. Her body was a pile of straw.
She left stalks in Poland and Croatia; other seeds were blown
away, landing all around the railroad from Warsaw to Berlin.
She was picked up at the train station by one of the gallery
workers. From there, they went for lunch at a standard Italian
restaurant in a wide and gray street with the gallerys owner.
After the second course, the gallery worker had to get back
to work and the owner was left alone with H. They were
eating silently, facing each other, their table placed next to
the window. The pavement outside was clear of pedestrians,
while wide black cars drove by sporadically.
The gallery owner was in her sixties and dressed to suit her
age; her hair was solid white in the shape of a large drop of
water, tilted to the side. Her movements were gracefulshe
had perfected her style throughout the years. H spoke about
panic attacks and depression. The gallery owner spoke, too,
about depression; her voice was soft and slow, her words
firm and fearless. She spoke compulsively about depression
and how it creeps up in older age and eats the bodythe
mind is eating the body. She was afraid of it, especially at
her age. Like cancerit can kill you. I have watched older
people, I watched my motherI can see the symptoms.
People die from depression. Thats what Im afraid of most
of these days . . .
The next day, they had lunch at the same Italian restaurant.
They were seated next to the same table by the window.
Do you know that movie, the series . . . What if Hitler
won?, asked the host. H nodded and wanted to say, Yes,
the man in the . . ., but her host didnt let her start that
sentence. I think, H, that Hitler did win; look at everything
around us, no one cares, no one is feeling anything, a
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Later on, H met for the last time with the gallerys owner.
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Human Deco H didnt forget her conversation with that gallery owner in
Berlin, and three years later, consumed by her words, asked
D for his opinion. D was aware of the term and shared similar
sentiments toward the phenomena. He wrote the following
email to H:
Hi H, Yes, I know, its an awful thing. Theres no one to
talk to. So, as far as I understand humans are rented to
decorate art spaces as temporal works of art. They can
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Humans of NY I L and R had hated one another since art school. Their hate
had no apparent reason. L claimed he hated R because of
his money. R claimed he hated L because he reminded him
of his younger self. R didnt seem to be much developed,
and maybe thats the reason for their rivalrythey were very
similar.
Humans of NY II First he called himself a poet, and for a short while he was a
true poetwriting short sentences and then breaking them
down on the page in the shape of a staircase. Everything was
perfect, but because of the drugs and the alcohol, he missed
the consistency. His parents fully funded him and that didnt
help eithernot physically, nor mentallyso he turned to
haiku because theyre shorter. Unfortunately, not many
people in New York approve of that form of writing, so he
neglected it before he even bothered to publish one. He was
a poet without poetry. It didnt matter anyhow, because he
was a sexual success. Everyonemen or womenwanted
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I woke up
sweating. Again she was lost in the forest, again they came
to get her, again she climbed on the tallest tree, again she
fell, and again she woke up sweating, breathing heavily. She
knew where it came from. She will need to tell him. How did
she get into that mess? She knows how. I turned around and
looked at her blind boyfriend. He wont notice it anyhow. No,
no, she cant continue that way. She will tell him tomorrow.
Okay. Now she can go back to sleep. Not really. Shes afraid
of that forest, I standing alone in a story made of trees.
At home. With his wife and two kids. Little did she know . . .
Little did she know . . . When he met I, he did promise her to
have a baby together. It was in the heat of the moment. He
didnt mean it; of course not. Its just words. Unbelievable
how people are falling for words like they dont have eyes,
or ears. Words, words, words. Yes, he created a family from
words and got in and out of trouble so many times. Lets
change the subject.
The park was so beautiful that day, just like the botanical
gardens. Amazing how we perceive beauty, what it does to
us. The green leaves, the sunlight, and the breeze. Its more
than beautyits the beauty of being alive. Being alive . . .
The thought excited B, who was walking through the park on
Sunday. She was an independent woman on a mission. She
climbed up the hill. Dark figures, standing at the crossroads,
running in the bushes, informing one and another. White
men and women getting in and out of the bushes. Such a
nice light!
She tells the man standing at the crossroads how much, and
another man signals to her to get into the bushes. When
she gets out of the bushes, she doesnt go down the hill
but walks deeper into the park. Such a nice day shouldnt
be overlooked. And oh oh oh to her surprise! I is sitting on
the bench reading a bookClarice Lispector, she loves that
writer! She wishes to meet her. Hi, I, how are you?She
knows how shes doing. Everyone knows how Is doing. She
got pregnant from her lover and her boyfriend had to leave
the house. Bs case is similar to Is. It is also different. B
got pregnant from her lover, but the husband doesnt know.
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Shes not going to tell him. She will keep the baby and tell
him that its his son. Its better that way. No one gets hurt.
Win-Win.
I listens to Bs plan. Her eyes open in amazement and shut
with pragmatism.
I wish I could do the same. She tells B: The father is
black. I couldnt hide it. Its . . . She was talking to herself,
staring at a point, touching her chin. No, no, actually, I
was laughing like a madwoman, or like an attractive woman
when something is running through her mind. Actually, hes
so clueless . . . so blind . . . He wouldnt notice if I showed
him a cat instead of a . . . Anyhow it doesnt matter, hes
gone. He left. She brushed off her thoughts. B asked her
what she thinks about the book, and I confessed that she
couldnt concentrate. She really hopes that the American will
say good-bye to his family and come live with her. Sooner
than later. Do you really think hes going to do that? What
do you think will make him leave his family for you? This
question never arose in Is mind. W..w...haat do y...ou
mean? . . . He must! She then stared straight into nothing.
She didnt see the trees, the green leaves, the children with
their parents, and even forgot the book on her lap. I stared
straight at her fears, at the darkest areas of the forest. It was
too dark to see. She cant go there. He wouldnt dare to do
that to me. He must leave his family.
Intuition Can grow faster in a hopeless field. Get rid of hope and set
your intuition free.
Be heavy.
Grow up.
Be generous
Develop an addiction for generosity.
Dont enjoy it.
Forgive yourself only if you deserve to be forgiven.
Smileits not a weakness.
Dont use it as weapon.
Think simple.
Avoid the box.
Control your impulses.
If you suffer from abusive tendencies,
then stay away from people.
Dont fall for lovers who want to conquer you.
They are sociopaths.
They will never admit it.
They dont take part in your game.
Keep your enemies far.
Ask yourself again
What makes you happy?
What do you want?
Be honest.
Be loud.
Make sure you reach the correct answer
before your death.
Rememberyou choose your surroundings.
You choose your actions.
Control your thoughts.
Blame yourself.
Always.
Blame yourself for trusting bad friends.
Blame yourself for having bad friends.
Be big,
responsible,
free,
good,
warm,
and friendly.
Make sure you are capable of containing and
obtaining all the characteristics mentioned above.
Rest in peace.
When A left the bedroom and entered the kitchen, she was
agitated, an invisible beehive wrapped around her body
and head. A forced smile was stretched along her facelike
lingerie hanging from both ears about to burst. I retired to
the couch that was in the darker part of the apartment. Far
enough to be forgotten and close enough to follow. When A
opened the oven door and peeped inside, one of her closest
friends asked, A, whats wrong with you? As behavior
couldnt be imitated by an actor.
As mental state was visible to cats.
J
was lifes greatest tragedy. He had a very short appearance,
though. He didnt actually appear. He had a short appearance
behind the curtains. He peeped out, waiting for his turn, and
then they shut the play. There was no place for him on stage.
J was never given the chance to perform.
John Gotti Aka The Dapper Don used his time in prison for working
outdoing daily push-ups and sit-ups.
Justice Stay away from people who overuse the word. Dont be on
the right side of history. Hitler won.
Just Saying II First of all, hes scrawny. Skin and bones. A melancholy
and taciturn young man, gracious and elaborately dressed,
yet his attire is entirely worn out. Indeed. His nose stands
slender and broken at the center of his face, contrary to his
spirit, which was still blowing wildly through the rest of his
body. Here stands the dilemma. What shall we do with him?
He eats like a poet, he screams, he whispers like a poet,
hes contemporary, vague, and dreamy. Hes half blind but
piercing as a hawk.
He must be an artist.
T saw him walking down the street wearing a denim jacket
or a black windbreaker . . . he stared down at the ground,
probably at his feet that fluttered down the streets like
musical notes. He nearly disappeared in the shadows. T
followed him. She had nothing to do anyway. Actually, she
had a ballet class to attend. It was due to begin in twenty
minutes, and T stopped for some coffee to kill time. She
drank the coffee while walking and imagined it was fuel.
She imagined she was in a car chase and zoomed ahead to
understand what this guy was made of. The closer she got,
the greater the silence around him grew. This poet was a
walking clich! T didnt give up and kept accelerating. She
walked silently and focused on his hair and on the back of his
jacket. She couldnt smell anything. She was so close to him,
she could hear his breath, his steps. He stopped and turned
around. She bumped into his forehead and nose. It was cold.
He asked: What do you want?
Just Saying III In her ballet class studio theres a long mirror on the wall
reflecting a long bar which extends all along the opposite
wall. Shes now sitting with the poet guy; theyre smoking
weed and listening to some music. The record spins and
the poet inhales some smoke, shows his interest, and then
exhales. T gathers her strength and tells him about her ballet
class. These stories drive people insane.
The teacher in her ballet class wears pink with a pink skirt
and a pink leotard. He is very hairy and fat and balding and
very dedicated. He sweats even when hes not moving, and
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Just Saying IIII A lot of evil things are going on in Ts ballet class. It isnt all
hunky-dory. There are many problems. Things that are better
kept untold. Things under the surface. Things that hurt.
Difficult. Traumatic. Ts just an observer. She was never part
of the clique. And what a clique: 32% of the students work
as prostitutes, 12% work as psychologists, 12% housewives,
8% study literary criticism, 8% attend high school, and 28%
are under twelve. She also practices psychology full time in
a clinic connected to her apartment. T hardly spoke to the
rest of the students. She never was a part of the clique. She
heard that they gather in the teachers house, every month
when the moon is blue, and perform pagan rituals. She heard
that they slaughter roosters and play with their blood. Wash
their faces with the blood and kiss each other, while the
teacher sits on his couch drinking beer and stroking his belly.
So she heard. One of the prostitutes daughters came over
one day and told her about it while she was waiting for her
mother. She asked, Will I see you tomorrow? And T asked
in reply, Whats going on tomorrow? And she replied, Oh
sorry. So T repeated, Whats going on tomorrow?, and
the girl told her everything she had just told the poet.
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K
was eaten with guilt and pleasure. She had just fucked the
fresh boyfriend of her best friend and it felt great. She didnt
take guilt too seriously. Guilt was an emotional tax for immoral
behavior, and Ks emotions were registered in Panama.
P was still in the toilet. K had left him there. She went to
the bar and ordered another gin and tonic. The weather was
warm, and the mosquitos were buzzing in her ears. Since her
divorce, six months ago, she had had sex with twenty-three
men. Sex was her new currency.
King I LeBron James lost more than 70% of his NBA finals because
of his egoistic temper and undeveloped attitude. He was
marked as an athletic prodigy from a very young age and
was drafted by the NBA straight from high school. Just
before reaching the NBA, LeBron appeared on the cover of
Sports Illustrated with the title The chosen one. Later on,
he tattooed this sentence on his upper back. His physical
power gives him a stronger hold on the team than the general
manager. LeBron James is money. The Cleveland Cavaliers
owner must consult with LeBron James about any decision
that is made in the team.
record with the team but was sacked later in the middle of
the season because of LeBron James. The star didnt like
him.
King II Donald Trumps butler said that his boss asked to be referred
to as a king.
Knowledge II D told B once why hes not capable of starting the book he
has always wanted to write. Its quite hard to be inspired by
Jorge Luis Borges, knowing I need to write better than him.
Why would you need to write better them him?, asked B
and then said quietly, The task is impossible.
I know!, agreed D enthusiastically. That problem had
haunted him for a very long time.
Then why is it?, persisted B.
I know more than him, so my responsibly is bigger.
What do you know that Jorge Luis Borges doesnt
know?, asked B with slight irritation.
I know what happened the days after he died.
L
woke up to another day. The skies were white, the pillows
were white, the walls were white, and he didnt even notice
it, and if he did he would argue that it wasnt really truethe
skies were gray, the pillows were beige, and the walls were
dirty white. So why does he need to be aware of his feelings?
No reason really. None at all. Its just another day with no
reason to celebrate. L checked his emails in bed on his iPhone.
His girlfriend was lying on the other side still sleeping, her head
hiding underneath her hair.
I waited for Ls answer for more than three days until she
received a laconic message: Lets skype.
L asked I what the point of the book was, and she explained
that the publication could be a mesmerizing display of Ns
artistic creation and will follow geographic and artistic stations
throughout her life. What do you think?, she asked, Hard
cover and two hundreds pages.
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LA L drove his car, his new date seated next to him. She had pink
hair, blue eyeliner, red lipstick, her cheekbones were marked in
pink, bright-blue round earrings were pierced to her ears, her
sleeveless T-shirt was torn, exposing her breasts and tummy
and hiding her shorts. Her look was so loud that even when
she stared quietly through the window it seemed like she was
shouting. Her name was a noun without a surname. A, D,
and the actress shared the back seat of the car. The weather
was hot and dry. D felt like he was in a movie. A was sitting in
the middle, engaged in a conversation with L and his date.
She was as tense as the car. Her arms were both stretched
down, her hands holding the edge of the seat. The actress
on her right just stared at the view. She wasnt a real actress
and didnt have a script. She needed to walk around, expose
her butt, and look at the landscape through binocularsthat
sounds easy. She allowed herself to daydream during the drive.
Library She picked a few books about local history, sports, and a
western mythology index. She read them. The minutes went
by. She closed the mythology books and moved on to the
history books. She heard the clock ticking. After seventeen
hours, T finished local history (no surprises, the dates were
arbitrary, the order of events predictable). She opened the book
on sports. Her eyes followed the words from left to right and
stopped at page 23. So soon?What a twist! Who would
have thought the punch line would appear so early? (Her heart
races and her temperature rises while typing these words.)
How easily was she fooled? An innocent choirgirl, a saint with
sixteen cheeks, a lamb, a virgin, a toddler in spirit. The world is
wild like the ocean and sick as the sea. They lied to her. They all
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Someone knocks on the door. Its the goldfish. She opens the
door and lets the water flood her living room. Her old friend is
there with a new skin. Hes silent.
Love When U moved to Holland no one spoke to her for two weeks.
She was used to the cold weather, but the human behavior
came as a shock. U told D that she used to lean on the heating
in her studio every day and repeat one sentence for fifteen
minutes: Theres nothing wrong with you. After a week she
added another sentence: Youve been loved. U told D that
mantras have been proven scientifically helpful in changing
mindset. D asked U if she now believed that shes been loved.
Life J was never born. He waited all of his life for the moment to
happen, to get out there and breathe that invisible air, to sense
freedom, to turn into matter, but he was never conceived.
He felt it all, spoke, laughed, and wrote, describing the same
sensation in different words. Yet, he was never born. Its
killing me!, he said to no one. And no one calmed him down.
The rules:
Dont jump to conclusions
before examining the details.
Love is sacrifice.
There are no exceptions.
Dont trust liars.
They will waste your time.
They will waste your money.
Liars will use excuses to avoid judgment.
Use common sense to detect their lies.
of the argument.
Exceptions will change the context of the argument.
You live only once.
Know where you live.
Dont lie.
Live simply.
Live grandly.
Be kind.
Compassionate.
(The Reason)
To be alive is to (ask for the reason) to be alive.
To be or not to be. (There are no gray areas.)
Life Coaching III T was an amateur psychologist, and although its different from
life coaching, its worth mentioningin her words: Always
appear confident. Spice up your answers with silent gaps and
listen. Listening is developing sensitivity. Listening is learning.
Its not everything, but its as essential as a pair of eyes. T
has two clients a day. They always turn outwithout any prior
arrangementto be a man and a woman. There were times
where she made a morning appointment with a man and an
afternoon appointment with a man, too. But somehow they
always canceled or got mixed up. Sometimes the woman
mistakenly came in at a different time and the man right after
her canceled.
When I left the Israeli army, she was confronted by her family
and a friend of the family. She was confronted especially by a
couple of friends of her parents. Once, during a family visit, the
husband handed I a list of all the reasons she should stay in
the Israeli army. I thanked him politely. Later on, his wife used
harsher words to emphasize her opinion on Is decision. Funny
enough, the wife would find herself on the other side of the
discussions when she discovers, many years later,
that her husband had a couple of secret children from another
lover. When she asked for a divorce, her husband handed her a
list of reasons to stay with him.
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M
and E met at a bar in Brooklyn. They recognized the face
of one another quite easily and sat at the patio for a short
conversation. After two cocktails they kissed passionately
while the whole bar was cheering. They went to the park
and had sex. E offered for M to spend the night at his
place. She refused. They met at noon a couple of days later,
both bruised from the other night, and they had sex in Es
studio. After that M went back to work. She was working as
researcher at a foundation that promotes a healthier lifestyle.
They both agreed that the sex was amazing. They met two
or three times a week in Es studio and then went back to
work. They didnt spend the nights together because M had
child and she was just filing for divorce. She didnt want to
say more and it was her business; anyhow, E didnt want to
know more. He had just left a relationship and didnt want to
blindly hop into another.
Middle I This book was written from the middle. Every person is
represented by a letter and when a word turns to a subject,
it is marked in bold. This is not the beginning of the book.
Middle II Why did the Canadian chicken cross the road? To get to the
middle.
N
knew there was something wrong with him, but it wasnt
clear what it was. She loved him with her whole heart. He
was caring and loving, sharp, strong, and stubborn. N felt
his love was made of iron. They respected one another and
shared an apartment in Tokyo for more than a year. They
worked together as painters, and their love fit their life like a
glove to the hand.
New York II The first time N moved to Manhattan was the most exciting
day of her life. She found a charming apartment on the
Lower East Side and moved there immediately. After N
finished moving and had organized her apartmentplacing
her record collection and books on the shelves, her clothes
and sheets in the bedroomshe opened the window
and looked out at the street. The hustle and bustle, the
neighborhood, was a movie set and the actors performance
was genuine. Downtown Manhattan, what a great place to
livemagic!
N went down to the local bar and had a drink with her new
neighbors. After a couple of hours she returned to her
apartment. The door was unlocked and opened easily with
a light push. The sight left her startled and speechless.
Someone had broken into her apartment and stolen all of
her property. The shelves were empty. Her record collection
was gone, together with her record player. Ns hands were
trembling.
Her first day in the East Village was her best day.
New York III After D inherited a great fortune from his great aunt, he
decided to move from Berlin to the Big Apple. It had been
his dream for many yearsa dream he couldnt afford until
that moment. He rented a studio apartment on the Upper
West Side and kept a similar lifestyle to the one he had had
in Berlin. D was slightly disturbed by the chronic weakness
of the locals for hype and the consistent daily sacrifice
of apparent vulnerability for the collective appearance of
success. All in all, D would describe his experience in New
York as fun.
O
had been taking care of her alcoholic mother since she was
five years old. Her mother used to drink from morning to
evening. O found her lying on the floor more than once.
She carried her to bed, like Jesus carried his crosssame
position. It was part of Os painful routine. Both of Os
parents were Freudian psychoanalysts and they behaved that
way. O was their only child. The small family lived in a small
cabin at the slope of the Alps, near Innsbruck in Austria.
One day O returned from school and saw that the entrance
door was slightly open. She noticed the crack before she
entered the front yard. O opened the yard gate carefully
and walked slowly toward the entrance. The crack invited
all possible scenarios. It brought to life the forgotten
creatures of the sea. The crack was morbid. It was clear
that something had gone wrong. Wrong-full-force. A meter
before the entrance door, O noticed her mothers head and
upper body, resting unconscious, like a folded fabric on the
floor. The top of her head was touching the door. Blood
was running from the temples of her head. She rested in a
peaceful position like Snow White. Instead of lipstick, she
had blood running down her head. The crack was hidden
by the hair. A crack after a crack after a crackthe world is
cruel. O called an ambulance, and it wasnt the first time she
had done so. Ten minutes later, a helicopter circulated above
her head, and two paramedics jumped out of it and tied her
mother to a stretcher.
How did her body look to you? What was her position?,
asked her father, along with the doctors at the hospital.
She looked like she wanted to open the door and then
fainted like a princess, collapsed on the door with her hand
still trying to reach the knob.
You said that you found her lying at the entrance, and
now you say that she was trying to reach the knob. So you
did see her falling!
No! You asked me how it looked and that was my
answer!, O replied angrily.
Her protests fell on deaf ears, and she was sent for weekly
therapy in Gtzens to resolve her subconscious issues with
her mother. Until writing these lines, Os father (her mother
had passed away) believes O is the one who pushed his wife
down the stairs.
Offense Nero was one of the maddest emperors of Rome, just like
his great uncle Caligula. He was notorious for his erratic and
cruel behavior. He even killed his own mother. They were
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very close and she ruled Rome with him but didnt approve
of his girlfriend and poisoned her to death. Nero was furious
and decided to assassinate her. So he staged an accident
while she was sunbathing along the Riviera. A large weight
dropped on her body and injured her shoulder. She knew it
was her son, so she sent him a messenger saying: Ill see
it as an accident. Nero was a quick thinker and stabbed the
messenger to death. Then he claimed that his mother had
just sent an assassin to kill him. He dispatched a group of
soldiers to kill his mother. Everyone knew that he had staged
it. The creators of the series wanted to check if it was likely
that the mother would get injured on her shoulder. It was.
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P
was part of viscid art puddle that flooded the streets of
Cologne and the streets of Berlin and the streets and
roads between the two cities. These parts of Germany
were the playground of the Silver Age refugees. U knew
P very well, for she had harvested him at the peak of his
decline and kept expecting him to mature until the very last
moment. U (just like Q and many other friends of I) suffered
from a chronic sense of hope and a compulsive sense of
compassion. She nursed stones. P, on the other hand, was
in the midst of an archaeological expedition, searching for
his soul. Someone told him that it was never too late. He
chose to believe it. P paid a prestigious psychoanalyst to
open him up and dive into his childhood. He involved U
with all of his discoveries, and U watched him digging and
chiseling his own private mythologies out of the darkness of
his past.
U was deeply in love with P, and the more she learned about
his history, the more it seemed resolvable. Together with
his psychoanalyst, U tried to educate and direct P along the
roads of honesty, self-awareness, justice, and self-control.
Yet words alone wont shift a human from his or her axis.
Two years later, U met the French collector at the same local
bar where she had met P. Both women embarked on a short
love affair for a couple of weeks. Their attraction for one
another was based on alcohol, revenge, and a twisted sense
of narrative. They separated as friends.
Past and Future I Unfold time, straighten it until its resting horizontally without
curves and bumps. Now watch it: move your eyes from left
to right or the oppositefrom right to leftand see how
you feel reading different events in your life. When two
events trigger the same feelingput them a side. Treat it
as a memory game. Now you know the reason for certain
feelings.
Past and Future II Painters have a thin view of the world, said D, I have
met few painters in my life and most of them were very
simple. More simple than sculptures and video artists, poets
and philosophers. D stopped talking. He had never met a
philosopher. Maybe philosophers were also simple thinkers.
Maybe they also had two-dimensional thoughts just like
painters. D didnt know. His mistake led him to think hes
prejudiced.
Premenstrual The official reason for not allowing women to vote in China
Syndrome was their premenstrual syndrome. Women were considered
too emotionally and mentally unstable to vote because of the
impact that premenstrual syndrome had on their minds. In
1949, they were given the right to vote for the first time.
Q
woke up in bed. She was the worst. Her eyes were falling
from their holestheir darkness was hypnotizing because
of its depthand her hair was messy. She touched her hair
lightly and then she touched her face and felt that her mouth
wasnt there anymore. Her fingers were leaving on her face
bloody marks of a car accident. She sat on her bed. Her toes
touched the morning floor and she felt at home. It was a
good spot to die. She could start the day.
I had known Q for a very long time, and as the ocean waves
pushed back and forth, turning off the days and lighting
up the darkness and back to the days, and again time was
passing through the night, and day and back again, I and
Q found themselves tied together as best friends like two
safety suits floating in the water to two lonely refugees.
Quest Game It was ChristmasZ and U had already left the institute, and
U almost swore to D that the hostility between her and Z
was established. D had to agree. U and her flatmates were
hosting several students from the institute for a Christmas
dinner in their apartment. The atmosphere was subtle
and tense. The room was full of intrigues and the weather
was cold. Z was a lively talker and U was following his
every word like an intimidating cat with a Mohawk, affixing
viciousness to his ignorance. Then they ate and drank. A
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Many years later, U told D that she regrets not taking the
quest game out of her mouth. Zs smile keeps hanging in her
memory, together with the rest of his treacherous acts.
Question If Pandora closed the box and hope was left inside, then how
come hope is out there in the world together with death,
envy, and illness?
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R
was timeless. Not only by his own perception of time. He
was objectively timeless. E thought so, tooR was based on
the archetype of a typical privileged dumb young male. R was
a goat at the top of a pyramid. Loud, selfish, and ancient, he
used cultural codes, flattery, and money to get to wherever
he desires. E had the pleasure of being one of Rs subjects
of desire for a couple of months. It was exciting. R called E
one day and offered to be his friend. E agreed. He didnt have
many friends and many of his encounters were conducted
using smartphone applications. He didnt find Rs approach
too strange. He had heard about Rs tendency to map
contemporary artists and mark them as his friends. E didnt
have a problem with it. He could already imagine Rs voice
describing him as a great artist and an even greater person.
Whats wrong with that? It was fun for a while. R showered
E with attention and flattery. He offered him a ride on his
parents yacht and twenty Adderall pills. E felt luckyhe
rejected the parents yacht and accepted the pills.
Realization After the clouds surrounding the lonely heart are clearing
Paradox and the sheer understanding that love, lust, or desire were
rooted inside, thats the moment where reality slips through
its fingers and leaves him to hang and dry to death.
Examples:
(1.) V met E in Venezuela and had short affair before they both
went back to their countries.
(2.) E promised to visit V in Paris
(3.) and she invited a group of twelve friends for a dinner with
E when he arrives.4
(4.) E never showed upthe idea frightened E and he
canceled his trip. E and V never met again.
Rich Kids Their parents are collectors. Rich kids know how collectors
perceive the myth of the artist. Rich kids know how to act
like artists. Rich kids can produce artwork from expensive
materials. They know what is a salable work. Rich kids
parents encourage their friends to buy their kids work. Rich
kids are not dependent on the sale of their work. The price
of rich kids work is higher because of high production costs.
Rich kids live in Tbilisi and are melting in a dragon fortress
made of gold.
Even after several hate emails, it was quite hard to hate the
poet. The only thing he needed was a job.
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S s
S told I that she wouldnt forget the day the Rolling Stones had
a concert in Caracas. S had a couple of tickets, for her sister
and her. When the sun rose that day, the walls could hear her
heart beating against her chest. She was on it. She was in it.
She was time and space. Oh god, please god, make school
shorter today!, she begged while changing her clothes, but
school was stronger and god couldnt lift it.
After they left, the family kept lying on their stomachs, silent.
Waiting for the sound of the robbers to come back, or the
sound of one of them rebelling against the silence. They kept
lying on their bellies until it was too uncomfortable.
I was wondering:
How did Ss life change after that event?
How did Ss sister mind change?
How would she grow up?
What would S do?
What would you do?
What would Lynne Tillman do?
The atmosphere was fine and the little girl went up to her
roomher footsteps were silent on the large carpet along the
corridor. The scorpion asked his very young lover if he could
get off her hand so he could stand on the soft carpet and lift
her like a married couple. Once he stood on the carpet, he
raised his hands up high and asked her to lean backward so
he could catch her like a man. The little girl did as he told her
and fell backward on his tiny, black, shiny body. The scorpion
stretched all of his eight legs but little Miss Sunshine was
heavy and big and she squashed, in her fall, his middle leg.
She smashed it so hard that black juice came out of it. The
pain was intolerable and the scorpion shrieked in agony. He
raised his tail and stung the ankle of his young lover without
thinking. Stupid cow!! Look what you did!! He said in a
sober voice, It couldve been heaven for us! Heaven!! He
raised one of his healthy legs, turned around, and limped
away. How the hell am I getting out of here, his voice was
swallowed with the rest of the interior sounds. The little girl
was left alone, lying on the soft carpet, just next to her room.
The poison assimilated in her body and was leading to horrible
pain. The world was oblivious to the little girls cries. No one
passed the corridor that night and her parents found her dead
body the next morning.
Second Person I For several days you avoided writing. It wasnt your best idea.
You were planning to lean on your wooden desk day and night
with a hunched back like a lead singer. To let your fingers fill
the night with glowing stars and fill the paper ink. No chance
it made you think of stuffed peppers and pasta dipped in
octopus ink that reminded you what you ate for dinner:
three meatballs with tomato sauce, Brussels sprouts, and half
a cauliflower. Your eyebrows waved their dark wingsoops.
Not to mention the spicy noodles with the extra chicken you
ordered from your iPhone while resting in bed. You are so
human you want to puke. That will throw you completely off
balance. At least you dont need to put your shoes on. Writing
is not an Olympic sport. It has made you even sadder. You
couldve killed two birds at oncea perfect body with a heavy
script. You were lying on the railroad, sad, dead, like a doll with
two straight legs and your arched body leaned forward, curved
and hunchedwaiting for the train to passPlease kill me,
you whisper, or make me write.
The train made you write on the spot, the minute it passed
you. That was enoughyou wrote immediately on whatever
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Silver Age After Homers words were written down, another poet
entered the scene and expanded the narratives around those
mythologies. His name was Hesiod. He wrote the source and
narrative of all Greek gods and the unique powers of each and
every one of them. He was the first one who wrote for the
future readers. Hesiod said that all gods were created in the
image of man. This is not surprising, for a philosopher named
Xenophanes once said, If horses could draw, horses would
draw gods like horses.
The Silver Age was next. After Zeus took over his fathers
crown (Zeus was the youngest of Cronuss children and the
only survivor. His father loved to eat his own children and
his wife had to hand him the infants immediately after birth.
When Zeus was born, she decided to trick her husband and
offered him a stone wrapped in diapers. Cronus swallowed it
immediately), the men of the Silver Age lived one hundred
years under their mothers domination. They spent most of
their lives as immature beings, experienced a short period
as grown-ups, and then a long and painful decline. They
suffered from an ugly aging process and spent most of their
lives in feud and strife with one another. Zeus killed them for
their impiety. They were cynical, bitter beings with very little
respect for the gods.
Surrogate Mother Its maybe hard to write in bed, but its harder to be a
surrogate mother. M found a volunteer to be a surrogate
mother. After the birth of her son, she allowed her to babysit
him for $12 per hour.
Short Thoughts T returned from a satisfying party. She climbed up the stairs.
Her legs were heavy and tired. Her mind was tired, too. She
stood in front of the entrance door and thought about her
satisfying life. She had everythinglove, work, and money.
Now she wanted the door to open, so she took a box of
matches from her pocket and lit a match. The door stayed
closed.
Soul and Body The Spartans were a society within a city-state that lived
Evaporate by strict rules. They dedicated their lives to the art of war.
into the Abstract All Spartan citizens were warriors who spent their lives
practicing war tactics and strategies. They hardly fought,
knowing that wars will increase their chances of losing. The
Spartans lived in the province prefecture in the region of
Laconia in Greece. All disciplines, forms of expression, and
ideas had to fortify their ideals. The Spartans were the only
Greek society that enslaved not barbarians but another Greek
society insteadthe helots. The helots were responsible
for the Spartans economy and food production, but were
treated as slaves. All Spartans had an equal amount of living
space. They didnt bother themselves with anything but war
and survival.
They dedicated their life to the art of war, yet they hardly
participated in battles. They treated women equally because
their focus was on a higher ideal than social hierarchy.
T
studied at Unisa school for children of UN members and
ambassadors. It was just in front of the UN building. Ts
parents were diplomats. She remembered so much from that
period that it was hard to convince her to stop talking and
finish her dish. Everyone wanted to leave.
T lost her virginity to a boy named _____ (it was very hard to
hear, the restaurant was fashionable and busy). T felt she
had to do it because she was already sixteen. Many years
later she met that boy again, while driving with her brother to
Connecticut. He brother stopped the car at a red light and T
gazed through the window at the car to her right.
Its _____!, she said. Spicy salmon was lying dead on a
plate in between her elbows.
Ts high school sweetheart sat in a white cabriolet and was
waiting for the red light to change. He waved at T and she
left her brothers car, hopping in the white vehicle.
How are you?, she asked.
Im doing pretty good, he answered with a wide smile.
Im a drug dealer. Just took an eight ball. You want some? I
have it here.
T left her ex-boyfriend and got back into her brothers car at
the same red light, and when it changed to green, they drove
off to Connecticut.
Third Person For several days he avoided writing. It wasnt his best idea.
He was planning to lean on his wooden desk day and night
with a hunched back like a lead singer. Let his fingers fill the
night with glowing stars and fill the paper ink. No chanceit
made him think of stuffed peppers and pasta dipped in
octopus ink, which reminded him of what he had eaten
for dinner: three meatballs with tomato sauce, Brussels
sprouts, and half a cauliflower. His eyebrows waved their
dark wingsoops. Not to mention the spicy noodles with
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And the train made him write on the spot, when it passed
him. That was just enough. He wrote immediately on
whatever he saw with whatever he hadhe wrote stories
made of seaweed carved on stone. He wrote memos on his
ears and comments on the back of his hands and let them
spiral on his fingers and drip inside his teacup, and on his
biscuits and meatballs and black octopus ink. No, not again!
He covered his ears and screamed to the clouds without a
sound. Take the food away from me!! I dont want it in my
thoughts!, he said and then went back to Second Person
III.
I can see the connection between the blue banjo and the
black snake, but why is it just the tip of the iceberg?, asked
the hotel owner nervously.
No reason, answered I, I had been wanting to use this
phrase for a long time and never had the opportunity.
Not many people listen to their friends and even fewer ask a
question.
They are mantic creatures like the Sphinx with whom they
have much in common, knowing both the past and the
future, Harrison observed. Their song takes effect at
midday, in a windless calm. The end of that song is death.5
Tricks II They havent had sex yet. The eternal poet is too weak for
that. Hes got a rough complexion, but when he sleeps his
skin falls asleep with him and one can actually see his veins
and the red blood cells moving around in his blood, back and
forth. T once sat and watched him dozing and carelessly
stroked his hair. He opened his eyes gently, looked at her
and smiled. They were the only couple on the planet, and the
silence around them was warm and heavy.
Tricks III An ancient dictum says that when Zeus wanted to destroy
someone, he would first drive him mad.
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U
suffered from a panic attack after breaking up from P. It was
the first time she had experienced the sensation of drowning
while resting on a couch. It wasnt clear what made her twirl
so deep. She was an Aquarius with a soft spot for Scorpions.
P was the father of all Scorpionshe was sexual, he was
treacherous, small, weak, and poisonous.
U entered the cab and asked the driver to stop two streets
from her apartment. She walked to the bar near her house
it was closed on Sunday. She didnt know what to do next.
Her apartment was too narrow. She walked south for a
couple of hours until she reached Is building. She knew the
door to the roof wasnt locked. She rang all the doorbells until
someone opened the buildings door, and she climbed up
the stairs until she reached the roof. Then she rested on her
back and looked at the darkness. There were hardly any stars
in the sky. She still smelled like a hospital. She waited for a
miracle until she fell asleep. In the morning, U walked back
home.
The young doctor called her the next day, but she didnt
answer. He also called the day after. She didnt answer. U
couldnt get rid of his smell. She smelled of sanitation. It lived
inside her nostrils. For months it was a part of her life. After
six months, she accepted the smell and then it was gone.
Unfortunately II Z knows all the answersU can testify. Hes not brave
enough to pronounce them.
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Union D once said: The theme of the Gala was Fashion in the
Age of Technology, but it seemed that all of the celebrities
were dressed like ancient Greeks. When it comes to
futurism, human imagination always passes through Fritz
Langs Metropolis. The 1920s of the twentieth century
looked like one Met Gala. The nineteenth century rose
under the wings of new technologies that carried with them
fear and expectations. New forms of communication led
to new forms of warsociety couldnt keep the pace with
its own inventions. Futurism was the most dominant form
of escapism. Turning a deaf ear to present time caused
a greater crisis in the 1940s of the twentieth century.
Throughout the fifties, culture was under shock, recovering
from consequences and then finding a spiritual liberation
that continued on into the 1960s, 1970s, before falling ill
in the glorious festivity of the 1980s. The 1990s were the
middle child of the twentieth and twenty-first centuries,
falling between the old and the new to a modest form of
rage. The twenty-first century rose under the wings of new
technologies that carried with them fear and expectations.
New forms of communication led to new forms of war
society couldnt keep the pace with its own inventions. The
whole 1920s of the twentieth century looked like one long
Met Gala.
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V
didnt expected Venezuela to be so exciting! She heard about
Caracas and the South American temperament, the exotic
flora and fauna, the rebellious attitude, the humbling poverty
thats spread beneath the people, tangling around their legs
like exotic roots yet keeping their feet on the ground.
She arrived at the art fair on the day she landed. There was
nothing in the hotel to keep her busy so she went for the
preview, and it was exactly like the previous preview in
Madrid and the preview previous to the preview, and the
previous preview, previous to that preview, so she felt at
home. More home than at home. After the preview, drinks
were served and stretched to a dinner and back to the
hotel for more drinks at the lobby and then to bedher
first night in Caracas. Nothing much really. She fell asleep
immediately and woke up in time for breakfast. The buffet
was like any buffet in a four star hotel. Then checking emails
and back to the fair. She was interested in Es paintings
and was eager to hear him talk about his work, but the
paintings were completely forgotten from the moment he
arrived. E was off. There was something off about him. She
didnt know exactly what she meant (not because shes
French, her English was superb)he wasnt like a regular
artist. He refused to talk about his work and claimed to be
sick. She asked if he wanted anything, and his answer was
laconicto commit suicide. E was taller than her (it wasnt
hard) and looked impatiently through her. V thought he was
hot. They had a drink at the bar with his galleries and some
friends; they were all swallowed by the background. E was
always in the frontintelligent and funnyE was better
than his paintings. After dinner they went to the hotel and
sat down in the lobby surrounded by friends and colleagues.
E said that he needed to go to his room and then he didnt
return. V pressed his galleries to call him and his galleries
did, so E returned to the lobbybarefoot, unbuttoned
white shirt, and black trainers. He looked like a rock star. He
ordered an orange juice and they both sat on a leather couch
in a dark corner of the lobby. They were not alone, for an
Asian collector was sitting next to them. She was too drunk
to talk, her moods were swinging from tragic-melancholy to
an absolute thrill, dozing off and waking up covered with guilt
and self-hate. E and V, on the other hand, were silent.
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Version His father told him tales of the Iliad and the Odyssey. At
Christmas 1829, when he was seven years old, he received a
copy of Ludwig Jerrers Illustrated History of the World from
his father. A year later, Little Heinrich decided that one day he
would excavate the city of Troy.
Value Art is the right place to have no moral values. Art is the right
place to have moral values. Same thing with sports.
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W
stopped existing a couple of years ago. Ws name was
erased from all the lists in Belgium. They assumed he had
left the country. W heard it when he tried to vote for the
national elections. Voting in Belgium is a civic duty, not a
privilege. Then they said that they couldnt find him. He called
later to the national registration office and they confirmed
what the people in the other office had already said: theres
no W in the system.
Warning The form of life coaching described in this book wont lead
the reader to social recognition or financial success. If one of
the two occurs after reading this text, it is a coincidence.
This book aims to expose the owners of an innocent heart
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We I Are anti-heroes.
What It is what it is
Deeper meaning appears
after searching for a deeper meaning.
White IIIII The world is made of 75% water and 25% land.
Womb I J and his brothers were staying in Cronuss belly for more
than fifty years. They couldnt die there because they were
born immortals. Meanwhile, their brother Zeus was living
free outside of their fathers belly. After reaching manhood,
Zeus forced his father to disgorge first the stone that his
mother offered him, then his siblings in reverse order of
swallowing. In some versions, Metis gave Cronus an emetic
to force him6 to disgorge the babies, or Zeus cut Cronuss
stomach open. Then Zeus released the brothers of Cronus,
the Gigantes, the Hecatonchires, and the Cyclopes, from
their dungeon in Tartarus.
Women Pandora was the first woman on earth. She was the
punishment created by Zeus to revenge Prometheus, who
had stolen fire from heaven. Pandora was sent to meet
Prometheuss brother Epimetheus. Pandora opened a jar
and all the evil of the world flew outdeath, fear, violence,
greed, cruelty, pain, and much more. She hastened to close
it, but everything was already released into the world. The
only thing left inside was hope.
Words I Chill.
Keep your dignity.
Have a proofreader.
Words II The legends suggest that Homer, the writer of The Iliad and
the Odyssey, was a singer who recalled and told the ancient
stories of our times. Singing was the safest way to pass
on history in the oral arena. When words are connected to
one another in a tune, its harder to revised them and easier
to memorize them. Homer was such a popular singer and
storyteller that people decided to record his stories, songs,
and lectures. They invented a range of signs that were
written down on parchment; one could reconstruct from it
sounds and repeat Homers stories hundreds and thousands
of years later. These signs were the Greek alphabet.
Words IIII A few words about the poet: Ive known him for three
weeks now and he looks and behaves like one long
quotation. He does it with devotion and grace and its hard
not to fall for him like a chicken in a cage. He smokes
heavily, though his smoke isnt thick and heavy but rather
full of inspiration like perfume. T is a gallerist and a poetry
enthusiast. The poet said that he noticed it right away. T
asked how and the poet said that when they first met, as his
forehead and nose bumped into her, he felt how warm Ts
nose was. She asked what that has to do with anything, and
he answered, Your nose is warm because you stay home
all day reading poetry. His simplicity astounded her.
X
found herself tied together with Is life like a thread in a braid,
and it immediately felt strong and warm. She couldnt believe
that Is shoulder would turn cold so quickly. Is detachment
scared X.
X told Ali, the morning before the filming, that they might
have no time to meet that day because of the video
production. She then met I and they both walked in and out
of supermarkets and hardware stores, buying whatever was
missing for filming. X found a key chain doll of bear dressed
as batman in one of the stores. She explained to I that she
would love to give it to Alihis niece was a huge fan of
Batman and that would be the perfect good-bye gift.
im alone I
Fuck you
There are robin.7
The next day, X and Ali were in touch during the filming. Ali
apologized for his behavior, and X forgave him. They didnt
see one another that day. X and I were busy covering Is
backyard with a tarp. They used two layers of tarps and tied
their edges with ropes to the concrete fences. X was pulling
the tarp away from the courtyard walls and created a bowl
of tarp in the center. They attached the hose to the tap at
the bathroom sink and let the other side of the hose rest at
the bottom of the tarp bowl. After a couple of hours, it was
already night, so they left Is apartment and sat in a sak
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Xenophobia Europe.
Xiphoid Nero was one of the maddest emperors of Rome, just like
his great uncle Caligula. He was notorious for his erratic and
cruel behavior. He even killed his own mother. They used
to be very close and she ruled Rome with him but didnt
approve his girlfriend and poisoned her to death. Nero was
furious and decided to assassinate her. So he staged an
accident while she was sunbathing along the Roman Riviera.
A large weight dropped on her and injured her shoulder. She
knew it was her son, so she sent him a messenger who
said, Ill see it as an accident. Nero was a quick thinker and
stabbed the messenger to death. Then he claimed that his
mother had just sent an assassin to kill him. He then sent a
group of soldiers to kill his mother.
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Y
was quite limited when it came to communication. Although
she was popular and friendly, there was something in the
space around her that prevented her from reaching out. Her
arms were significantly shorter in relation to the rest of her
body. It wasnt her fault. Her parents were both famous
painters, and her brother was an actor, so it was quite
natural that she would be born with shorter arms and good
intentions. She always felt at home, even when she left her
homepeople made her feel part of their family, because
her parents were a household name. Life was falling on her
like soft fabric, she didnt experience any setbacks, and her
horses were running freely in the fields. Her parents owned
them. She kept in touch with all of her ex-lovers and ex-
boyfriends not because she wanted to, but because they
wanted to. And they kept in touch with her not because they
wanted to, but because she kept in touch with them. They
were all being the better personit was a win-win situation.
Yellow Own your death. Own both sides of the coin. Its money.
You Must Be D came to a house party of a close friend. After several hours
Fun at Parties of excessive drinking and indefinite exchange of harmless
words, the hostess turned the music down and went to the
kitchen. A few minutes later she was surrounded by thankful
guests waiting for the words to spill out of her mouth. D was
standing among them. The hostess took a sip from a glass
of red wine and placed it on the top of the fridge. Her words
were surging out, A Swedish woman, a friend of mine, Im
sure you know her, never mind, ha ha, told me once that
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Z
It wasnt Us fault for having Z as a friend. She was stiff,
hard, critical, with a great weakness for drugs. That left
very few options for friendship in Amsterdam. Z was weak,
friendly, talkative, open, and was also an excessive consumer
of drugs. They both disapproved of one anothers behavior.
Z found Us compulsive and critical approach rude and
demoralizing, while U on the other hand saw Z as a dumb-
friendly tool who can shift easily from darkness to light and
uses words so thoughtlessly that one could hum to them. Z
words contained nothing but sound.
their last day, U and Z were both sitting on the floor at the
entrance of the institute, defeated to the point of apathy. No
one had visited their presentation during the past week. They
were letting a faint conversation roll between them. U was
leaning comfortably with her head against the wall and Z
was resting on his elbow, leaning on his elbows. They were
both relaxed and calm as one should be in the presence of a
close friend, when Zs phone suddenly rang. Z stared at the
phone and rose quickly from the floor. He walked away from
U, letting his cell ring one more time. He answered the call
out of Us sight. She saw him disappearing in the hallway
on the ground floor and heard his voice (because of the high
ceiling) echoing, Hi, weve been waiting for you . . . Yes
. . . horrible rain . . . Yes . . . Yes . . . Oh really? That would
be great, when? Next weekend? I think we can . . . Yes we
can keep the show . . . Yes . . . Good. Thank you! See you
next week, bye . . . Z came out of the corridor and went
back to his place on the floor. He sat in the same position
as he had been sitting before. He stared at the floor, like a
patient waiting for his doctor in a clinic. They kept sitting
in silence, Z calm as death watched by U who brushed off
her apathy and exposed an intense awareness of Zs body
language. Z seemed so bored and dry that any inquiry would
look like a confrontation. After a long pause, U rose from
the floor and said, So I guess tomorrow I will dismantle
my presentation. Z lifted his head, his face as relaxed as a
pillow:
You could leave it on.
Why should I do such a thing?
No reason . . .
So I will dismantle it.
Yes, I guess you should.
U kept resting in bed for many days. Mold grew on her arm,
shoulders, and the sides of her neck. She was waiting for
second phone call to confirm the first one, but after that
happened her road to success was clear.
The End.
(A final one. No afterword.)
Zany In a remote area, far from any place known to man, was a
foreign country so alien that even its own citizens couldnt
pronounce its name. Their ancestors were fluent, but as
generations upon generations passed by, something went
wrong and it was lost along the way. No one can put a finger
on itmaybe language or just common sense. They were
missing an economy, a market, a capital. They just neglected
it, and then slowly it was gone. They survived on potatoes
and tourism. Not many people came, but when they visited
the unpronounceable land, they stayed for a week and paid
with their countrys coins. The biggest attraction was the
ABC Zoo that accommodated a limited number of animals
and a unique order. Except that there was an ancient temple
for an unspecified godonly his feet were left there. The
rest was gonebombed or stolen.
Zealot I Common sense is a gift that every sane mind receives and
only a brave heart can follow. All humans revolve on their
axis, reveling and unveiling the highest ends and the darkest
low. Their orbit is their nature and its movement reassures
one that they will sooner or later be facing the danger behind
its faade.
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1
The eye patch that the actor wore in the YouTube documentary
helped to identify him from the rest of characters.
2
Wikipedia s.v. Madonnawhore complex, last modified May 23, 2016,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madonna-whore_complex.
3
Its not entirely true.
4
V also sent a bouquet to Es apartment shortly upon his return.
This gesture together with the twelve guests dinner, scared E away.
5
Wikipedia s.v. Sirens and death last modified July 18, 2016,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Siren_(mythology).
6
The stone was set down at Pytho under the glens of Mount Parnassus
to be a sign to mortal men, the Omphalos.
7
Batmans sidekick in DC Comics.
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Keren Cytter
AZ Life Coaching
The novel is published on the occasion of the exhibition
Keren Cytter Selection at Knstlerhaus, Halle fr Kunst & Medien
11.06. 08.09.2016
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Managing Director / Curatorial Assistance: Helga Droschl
Technical Management: Max Gansberger
Set up: Darek Murawka & Team
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