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Pin-Up: From Objectification to Empowerment by techgnotic, journal

Pin-Up: From Objectification to Empowerment

Feb 2, 2012

In researching the history of pin up art I found that before there were the “centerfold girls” there were the “pin-up calendar girls” – the semi-nude young women in lingerie whose photographs adorned calendars sold semi-legally from under the counters of gas stations and truck stops. Pin-Up From Objectification to Empowerment .techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) Wed Feb 01, 2011, 11:00 PM In researching the history of pin up art I found that before there were the “centerfold girls” there were the “pin-up calendar girls” – the semi-nude young women in lingerie whose pho

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My Brother's Howl by anothersoulwriter, literature

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My Brother's Howl

Intrepid and mysterious with predator scrutinizing eyes, Vivid and zealous unlike the winter-chilling skies... Seized by threatening anarchy, he howls, Displeased with intimidating fury, he growls! As Master of the Wolf Clan, none dream to defy, For his time to reign began! Who can even deny? He became insane with, long intervals of horrible sanity, And those that feel shame will savor their harsh mortality! Behold your new God, this Dark Raging entity! One must now kneel and applaud: “This is the end of Tirany!” Embodying the pillar of wisdom, striving for excellence, He welcomes your soul to Avalon for that eternal sent

...It will not die... by anothersoulwriter, literature

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...It will not die...

For centuries, the blood battle feud raveled and roared, And yet again I come to witness these beasts aftermath... Its unflinching loyalty towards each member of the horde, Honorably unveils latent reminiscences of fury and wrath. Subsequently to the incarceration undergone while I slumbered, Conveying fearlessly with deadened and stunned marvel, An unattainable and undeniable proposition was offered: “Drink from the purest dripping womb and awake your inner evil!” The following clinching moments, throbbing the lashed carcass, Could only mean Death has tasted every bone, skin and muscle! As the harsh Immortality crammed t

The Ward's Punishment by anothersoulwriter, literature

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The Ward's Punishment

Solitary confinement... His way of chastisement! Insane incarceration... His system of self-possession! Mind-thought corruption... His conduct of infatuation! Grouch imprisonment... His manner of hatchment! Restrained movement... Her style of achievement! Burden oppression... Her method of revelation! Soreness induction... Her technique of persuasion! Enlightened treatment... Her proficiency of bereavement! Apathy neglectfulness... My way of unhappiness! Agony tastefulness... Your way of inhumanness! Gloomed bitterness... Our way of cruelness! Mutual incomprehension... Our means of repression! Individual exteriorization... Your me

The Tango Dance... by anothersoulwriter, literature

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The Tango Dance...

Hallucinations... Is this real? Did I dreamt or just wished? Commiserations... I can feel, for in one attempt, I kissed! Emotions... Such a thrill ought to be contempt! I insist! Devotions... Relinquish the surreal. I meant to exist! Wasting occasions on hesitant moments, Blooming notions on appellant judgments... Vanquishing dragons or dormant reverences, Fighting against lions and vibrant semblances! Pieces of music such as ours invade both sky and skin. Melodies with such powers persuade the shy to spin... For Ruby-Red is the Dress of the Woman who do possess, For Dark is the Man who confess the desire to hear: “Yes!”

Personification Clash of Me by anothersoulwriter, literature

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Personification Clash of Me

Here, at the end of all things, arises the doubt, Sustaining the blood-rush from draining the head out! The forsaken lonely feeling created by the mind, Trashes all goals, wins, ambitions... making me blind! Here, at the beginning of the end, emerges the shout, Recalling identities and moments I cannot live without! The raven swiftly flying, to tingle and sting behind, Seizes the life-force and leaves me entwined... Here, at the last bottom-end, materializes the fallout, Shutting all lights, leaving something I won’t talk about. The unbearable burden of an anguished pain confined, Purges the heart and confirms a path negativel

My act as Nemesis by anothersoulwriter, literature

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My act as Nemesis

The stillness resonance of a scream, Submerges in terror, each that dream... Don’t endeavor to uphold your sanity pure, There’s only one way: the dark and obscure! Disfigured face! A womb to clinch and embrace... Exposing the resilient truth impossible to erase! Tough attitudes interpreting the non-mundane, “...Such aspects could obligate to be insane?” And that Cupid persists on following the lone-Me, Resembling a shadow and a “friend”, says he. It’s trying to disrupt the purpose of freedom Alienating the ground I stand on with wisdom. Throwing arrows in the back, distracting the heart, Makes t

Thy Curse, I suffer gladly by anothersoulwriter, literature

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Thy Curse, I suffer gladly

...You threw an amniotic spell on my verve, Just a moment ago, whilst I stood to observe! The lack of spirit I now began to preserve, How long will thy spell I deserve! As the dark obscure night, shadows my conduit, All goals and plans instigate the pursuit, For something far from being a limit, For everything near that comes to visit! Such are the horrors I dreamt since then, Clinched between dimension, foe and friend, Disclosure the antidote before I feel the end, Deliver my soul to death and don’t just lend. Black red blood flows from thy EYE figure! I witness again its raging aftermath shiver... To suffer from a scary a

Nostalgic Thoughts by anothersoulwriter, literature

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Nostalgic Thoughts

The beginning of a change ...brings nostalgia. I feel now like a strange ...this is a stigma. As the journey comes closer, Old memories materialize. Moments where I was a lover, Moments where you came with lies. “To alter your life habits, You got to have courage” Again you’ll reveal your secrets Hopping they’re not garbage. I feel no fear in this Because I have friends! But YOU, I will miss, And all the starts and ends. I care for you still, And I’ll wait for your journey too. I wish my dream was real, I wish we had done our tattoo! Can you see how much I grew? I’m already on google and yaho

Hope, my deepest desire by anothersoulwriter, literature

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Hope, my deepest desire

...I’m but a shattered and isolated soul that has a reduced amount of strength of character, as a lone owl flying through thick darkened trees sorting out his fate, unable to hear or observe amongst such unreachable identities... all together, the depressing journeys of life, the futilities that disapprove achievements and humility, wounding the spirit, troubling ones brow, enraging reactions from the slightest tender actions, all of these spawn the blame and the guilt and fill the mind with garbage and obituary-thoughts. ...WHO!!!!???? It has now been a year since my latest untroubled sleep... Twelve months since my soul became dark..

My Life, as I know it by anothersoulwriter, literature

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My Life, as I know it

Once I heard a whisper with soft “sparkling” words: “Stare and meditate, observe and return again!” “Feel me beside, as I’m your only true and faithful friend...” For a moment I was left with a damped spirit, It seemed sincere, forthcoming but convenient! Why to come now, like a dull doctor on a visit? Why to whisper words? Are you being a serpent? I left uncertain and it started to rain. ...The drops of water no longer seem the same! And falling like a star, was my salty and lonely tear, I only wish the sky above could start to clear... I tend to remember my friends and their real advises, Their

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Follow the Shadows... by anothersoulwriter, visual art

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May 5, 1980
Deviant for 17 years
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Current Residence: Planet Earth
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Jazz, Classical, Industrial, EBM
Operating System: Mac OSX
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Favourite cartoon character: Vampirella, Shi, Aeon Flux
Personal Quote: Once I am sure of my task, I will rise again...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Opeth, Machine Head, Arch Enemy, Lamb of God, Moonspell, Tiamat, Epica, Satyricon, My Dying Bride...

Favourite Writers

Anne Rice, Tolkien...

Tools of the Trade

Canon 450D, Fujifilm FinePix S1000fd, Adobe Photoshop CS3, Aperture 2, WriteRoom

Other Interests

Music, Photography, Dark Poetry

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EmisBakery

Sep 2, 2013

Hey there, Emily/Senya here

thank you for watch

Just stopping by to say hello, my dear T. I hope you're doing well. Been a while since I heard from you.

Take care of yourself and don't work too hard.

Kay.

thank you!

thank you for the comment on cat's cradle

anothersoulwriter

Nov 21, 2009

You're most welcome!!!
Regards,

T

JCapela

Nov 11, 2009

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