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Fire, a cultural introduction

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I don't doubt the possibility of utilizing English as a global lingua franca. I do reject the irksome way in which the English tongue is presented for study.Pointer

Improving one's skillfulness with a language isn't like producing a stronger sail. A language - a common tongue - is not merely a tool that you can teach yourself to utilize with greater amounts of precision. A common language can't be ripped from the prevailing culture of a community of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

To make a person recite English is to strip her of its cultural context. A capable educator has to find a method of introducing it; the discerning student ventures out to seek it.

A dictionary has the potential to be an influential tool. A decent dictionary will define a language on the basis of a particular corpus, a body of written works of various size and consistency. This corpus might contain anything from a book about album art to some real hard boiled fiction. I lost many a sleepless night creating my "herculean" Fiction Corpus in order to form a precise sort of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have strung together a million words and I have catalogued them, reshaping them - not merely to teach an American language but to promote the human spirit, and to pressure that spirit or soul not just to recite but to happen.

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An Artifact is the Common Word that Answers the Question, "What?"

The most frequently used words in Michal's Corpus that represent common artifacts

Help End Civil Rights Abuse With ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...Pointer

In June of 2011 I arrived in Europe for what I hoped would be a great adventure; my only concrete plan, to visit Croatia. By September I had driven 6,000 miles and visited 12 different countries, all with a woman I met on the first Friday of my trip.

I had come to Europe to experience European naturism, a movement whose philosophy matched my aesthetic of body acceptance and whose organizational structure and leadership I had thought almost exclusively restricted to the western half of the continent. I was shocked to learn that naturism had an official home in Poland, a country not especially known for its liberal culture. I was less shocked to discover that the home was owned by a Dutchman, but even more shocked to learn that it had been largely built by Margo.

Being from America, all I had to do in Europe was turn on the radio to hear an American song. All I had to do was walk into a movie theater to see an American movie. To be understood all I had to do was speak English. Being from Poland, she couldn't stand listening to the radio for all the political nonsense being bandied about. She didn't like watching American movies because she claimed they all ended the same way. She didn't want to speak English with me because she not only wanted to say things correctly but she wanted to say them her way and nobody had ever succeeded in teaching her how. I desperately wanted to understand. She wanted to be understood.

I've never gone hungry without deserving it. I've never been systemically beaten by a parent. I've never been fondled by a priest. That doesn't mean I can't listen to somebody who has had to experience such abuse and it doesn't mean I can't try to understand. Margo and I traveled 6,000 miles together. We slept in the same tent. We had to listen to each other. A person shouldn't need 6,000 miles to do it. We should be able to listen to each other just because we want to. We should've been taught to do it. If we haven't been taught, we should be learning how to do it and learning fast.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

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During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.

I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.

Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.

Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

Michal's Dictionary:
Understanding the word Fire

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word fire in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word fire, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word fire is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of FireMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish a pronunciation for the word fire.

Video of me pronouncing "fire."

Definition of FireMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of fire.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

Common use of fire in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. Now for my favorite part of camping out. Building a fire.

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  2. The embers from the fire haven't died out yet. They can't be too far.

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  3. You can't fire me. I quit.

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  4. We received heavy fire from the area surrounding the wall.

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  5. If you're being fired upon you need to fire back.

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  6. I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word fire.

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  7. I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word fire.

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Usage of Fire in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

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Fire, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word fire.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Fire."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word fireand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.

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Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word fire, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Fire in Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind

A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #6729

we what need to do is move the campfires outside. next to the entrances. in case somebody tries to sneak up on us.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

23 December, 5:24 PM

Frame #2595

no wonder the prosecutor is after us. chase called the train yard. when the cops answered the phone instead of his girlfirend he hung up.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

22 August, 11:45 AM

Frame #5835

theres a light next to harley's building. it looks like a bonfire.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

10 December, 4:56 PM

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Usage of Fire in The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars

An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

When I close my eyes, my mind is spinning: revolving: eating itself. I see a giant pinwheel in space - FUX PINWHEEL. A galaxy! People spinning together; people spinning apart - the center: together; the edge: apart. People spinning away! People spinning together! The nation! A crucible! Fire of life! The blast furnace of war! The slag! Fumes! People in the fumes! People in the bloom! The bloom! Nation! Blessed nation!

Verse 12 from the chapter called Invocation

Clouds brought fire to man. That cold breath of wet air that separates the positive away from the negative by lifting the positive up into the higher regions and leaving the rest alone, clumped together and shivering, decided to leave at the very bottom of the clouds a small blanketlike layer of the positive, which, for a while, protected Earth from the negative's wrath, but which was quickly devoured by that great mass and, giving way, permitted a fiery discharge of negative currents to come crashing down toward the Earth, summoning up, by methods I fail to understand, an opposing discharge from the point that otherwise would have been struck, which, as I've been told, met the fiery discharge approximately fifty meters above the ground and caused a great luminosity to flash and propagate itself back toward the clouds, reaching speeds near one-tenth the speed of light and temperatures around thirty-thousand Kelvin which heated the air and sent a massive shock wave expanding at supersonic speeds in either direction for about a meter before decaying into a sound wave, a massive clap, that rang in the ears of the first upright man to hear it, who saw the Light, who knew it to be God, or at least someone or something who was very angry - at him, perhaps, which made his whole hairy body stand on end and which scared the living bejesus out of him.

Verse 1 from the chapter called Security

When we got to the Old Town, it was already dusk. Gunfire was coming from all sides. This was when terrorists attacked: when young children were sent to bed, when little girls begged their mothers and little boys begged their fathers for bedtime stories. BANG! BANG! went the guns. RAT-A-TAT-TAT someone answered back. Little children didn't get much sleep in a place like that.

Verse 130 from the chapter called Arms

With fire also came a new and unprecedented form of torture. Sticks could pierce and rocks crush, but fire burned. This hurt. No longer did man need to restrain his victims for fear of doing them irreversible damage; he simply needed to catch up and shine that beautiful burning torch in their eyes and poke them once or twice - as often as necessary. With fire, the weak could extort from the strong; the one could extort from the many. The threat of fire was great: unlike sticks and stones, the flame spread and hungered. It was necessary to protect it, to hide it from one's enemies - whoever one's enemies were. Information was key. Who had fire and who didn't? Whose fire was still burning and whose had gone out? When was the last boom-flash and when would there be another one? These were very important questions.

Verse 4 from the chapter called Security

That's when Sadatmo struck. There was much petroleum to be gained, and besides, A/COMP workers had been trying to incite his employees. Everyone was on Sadatmo's side: Martians, the Americans: nobody wanted to see the A/COMP workers win. But Sadatmo didn't make it: A/COMP was simply too much for him to swallow. Dhagbod was finished: after eight years of fighting, the belligerents agreed to a UN-brokered cease-fire. Two years passed and nothing happened. Then, all of a sudden, peace talks were held: Sadatmo was stirring.

Verse 121 from the chapter called Childhood

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Usage of Fire in Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed

A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

Well, anyway, we explained to Indiana the old Austrian custom of putting a cherry branch in lukewarm water and placing it next to the fireplace. If it blooms on Christmas Eve, it brings good luck in the coming year. But you're not supposed to put it there on Christmas Eve; you're supposed to put the branch next to the fireplace on the fourth day of December, on what used to be St. Barbara's Day. And you're not supposed to change the water either.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 20, The Role Of Religion, Paragraph 3

Oh Andre, how could you forget such a thing? You must've thought it was in New York, but no: it was in Austria. I'm almost positive. And Olympia was there! baby Olympia! The child was by the fireplace. Oh, it was so long ago! She was just an infant. We were caressing her; we were all caressing her - taking turns; do you remember? I remember it so precisely.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 19, Conception, Paragraph 5, Clauses 1-5

Our mother took an interest in her labors; our grandmother tarried. They all started talking about babies. Then Grandmother left to see the tree; Mother said she would take Olympia, which she did; you finally got off the sofa, then Indiana started talking about babies and all the attention they get. I followed our mother into the other room, but then I realized I had left my sweater by the fireplace. Turning around, I went back to the other room, where I found you and Indiana standing close to each other and looking at me. I said to myself: "Why are they looking at me?" But instead of asking, I told you I had forgotten my sweater, and, after picking it up from beside the fireplace, we all joined everyone else in the next room, where we opened presents.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 21, Giving and Receiving a Look, Paragraph 3, Clauses 6-12

I had a terrifying dream last night. I should not even share it with you, dear sister, but you know I must. Apparently, my plan backfired. I thought I could avoid these dreams by not exerting myself in writing. But, by writing less, I only made things worse: I made my next one shorter, more pronounced, and, ultimately, more violent - much more violent - I don't know how to describe it.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 4, The Fourth Day, Part 1, Our Constitution & Constitutional Reform, Section 1, Losing Oneself, Paragraph 1

Upon reaching the downstairs room, I closed the door. Going to the sofa, I began to strip. I unbuttoned half my blouse before I tore it off. Unzipping my skirt, I started tugging it down my thighs. I cursed myself for wearing stockings. Rolling one of them down, I looked at the clock: one minute before midnight. Tearing off the rest of my underwear, I cursed myself for wearing so much clothing - but, standing in the middle of the room stark naked, I now approached the fireplace. Kneeling before it, I opened its doors. I looked inside: it was very dirty; the flue was closed. I opened it, letting a small cloud of ash fall: I cursed myself for not preparing it earlier. I looked at the clock. There was still time. I turned myself around, my back facing the fireplace, and, positioning my hands behind me, I felt the cold tile.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 30, Presenting Oneself to a Potential Husband, Paragraph 13

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Usage of Fire in Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla

A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

The blood took a long time to drain. It washed away everything in the valley. Only the trees pinned down by the corpse remained. Gog lit them on fire. He watched the flames encompass the creature. He estimated it weighed one and a half billion grains of wheat. It might have fed five hundred people for a year.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story set in the middle east

Shephard aimed his gun at the man. He wasn't that close. If Pepsi missed, he would turn around and shoot her. "What about the other one?" he thought. "He could see the rock in the corner of his eye." He switched aim. He second-guessed himself. He switched back. There was no time. Pepsi was swinging her arm. "Damn it," thought Shephard. She threw. Shephard switched aim again. He fired. His target fell. The officer turned. Shephard aimed at him. He ran out of sight. Somebody else fired. It was Pepsi's guard. Shephard looked. Pepsi had not only missed, she had fallen into the yard. The guard was running towards her. Shephard aimed. He fired. He shot him.

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring foreign espionage

The fire flickered past the tip of the mountain. It melted all the snow. When the blaze died down, Gog and Magog ventured up the steep, bare slopes. They circled the mountain carefully. They sang loud songs of praise. They wanted to make sure the Holy Bhag knew they were coming.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story set in the ancient middle east

Tae unbuttoned his standard-issue Liberation Army shirt. He threw it into the fire. He unzipped his standard-issue Liberation Army pants. He showed them the same courtesy. His standard-issue underwear fared no better. Standing naked, he smiled. What a liberating impulse, he thought to himself. He turned away. He lay quietly in the sand.

– from “How Tae & Bo Took Over the World and Kung & Fu Didn't,” an apocryphal bible story featuring a bunch of criminals

They observed a great flame descending toward the earth. They saw three separate balls of fire. The bravest among them did not run away. They did not avert their eyes. They watched it smash into the ground. A mighty force knocked them off their feet.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story featuring a man who doesn't make many mistakes

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Usage of Fire in Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall

A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

FLETCHER: There is a house on Norfolk that no longer stands. Its eaves of pine were reduced to ash. Its worthy frame that I helped build collapsed in a huge fury of smoke and fire that I helped start. I watched it burning from the top of Mount Pitt. I was too ashamed to go any closer. I was there in the room the night my father planned that terrible justice with his friends. I heard them goading each other into teaching their fellow man not to cooperate with the Australian government. It was madness I heard from their lips. They were the drunken lips of dogs waiting to pounce. I said nothing. I did nothing to stop them. When the police came, I lied and said I knew nothing. I climbed Mount Pitt out of morbid curiosity to see what I had wrought. That image of the house whose beams I placed - whose trusses I tied - in the distance - engulfed in flames - is seared upon my mind. I did nothing to stop it. Do you know how sorry I am? If I told you that somebody died in that fire, would it be in your power to forgive me?

– ACT II, line 183

(KOKOMO exits. GREY GOOSE enters.)

GREY GOOSE: My darling Polynesian beauty, Fletcher must be right. It's pointless for me to put the moves on you - especially since it's obvious you're in love with him. My chances of success were always slim. I never lost faith in a woman's whim. I was certain, if I tried hard enough, you would let me taste-test your sweeter stuff. Each one of my advances you rebuffed. You're too good. My situation has changed now that my dear wife and I are estranged. Perhaps some trickery can be arranged. If I were to slip softly into your bed, not smelling like chattel, but like that perfume you gave my son - that little brat - who cares more about annoying my wife than pursuing the love of his own life, even though I'm the one she causes strife - perchance I might convince you with a kiss - before you discover my artifice - that I am the best way to earthly bliss. It would give me joy. My desire to light this house on fire would be assuaged. Despite what I have said, I will never ignite another house again. I am reborn. Ever since your mistress unleashed her scorn, making me sit in filth, lost and forlorn, in my old cowshed, I have taken stock. I'll no longer blindly follow the flock. I cannot yet say the same for my cock. If my wife's got a lover, I'll be damned if I don't. I'm not going to be crammed away. I'll come back with my monogrammed pajamas. I'll drink champagne and cut loose like there's no tomorrow. I'll introduce Kokomo to my little one-eyed goose and she'll say I'm her daddy. My excitement notwithstanding, I must not invite suspicion. I'll save my strength for tonight!

– ACT II, line 30

LESBIAN: I was in Goroka - in the highlands of New Guinea - in September, I believe - for the cultural show. There I saw the Mudmen.

MS. JACKSON: Who are the Mudmen?

LESBIAN: The Mudmen make these clay masks - some big, some small -all of them hideously grotesque with giant noses and sharp, pointy teeth.

MS. JACKSON: They dance around with these masks?

LESBIAN: With mud caked over their entire bodies: from neck to toe.

ALICE: Are they naked?

LESBIAN: Of course not: they're wearing masks. In Rabaul - on the island of New Britain - I saw the famous Baining fire dance. There they wear masks that are made from bamboo, which they cover with tapa, a kind of bark cloth. That makes these masks very light. Naturally, they're even bigger.

MS. JACKSON: How big?

LESBIAN: Humongous: thirty to forty feet.

ALICE: No way!

– ACT I, lines 414-423

LUKE: What's the difference between the two?

MS. JACKSON: Bounty families are descendant from the original Bounty mutineers, who settled on Pitcairn Island-

FLETCHER: With their Tahitian consorts. I'm sorry. I meant their Tahitian wives. And their Tahitian slaves. I mean, their male Tahitian friends.

MS. JACKSON: The Pitcairner families are descendant-

FLETCHER: From three adventurers - to be more precise, from two ack-willy whalers and a soldier-of-fortune.

LUKE: That's a ridgy-didge pedigree. Too right!

FLETCHER: It gets better. Being a direct descendant of my namesake, Fletcher Christian, the illustrious chief of the mutiny on the Bounty, I am therefore descendant from the ancient rulers of the Isle of Man.

LUKE: A reg'lar Pommy!

FLETCHER: My father's mother was a Quintal. That means half of him is descendant from a drunken scoundrel who set his ship on fire, drove his wife to suicide, and threatened to kill the entire island population. That's not the side of the story we like to tell. We prefer the story of how John Jackson turned to Christianity and taught his children to read and write. Jackson, I'll have you know, was a Christian before he became a Jackson. He changed his name the moment the British rediscovered the island. My mother admires his cowardice so much, she did the same thing.

– ACT I, lines 93-101

GREY GOOSE: Imprisonment: starvation: being pressed to death.

MS. JACKSON: Is that what awaits me, husband?

GREY GOOSE: No.

MS. JACKSON: Then what?

GREY GOOSE: You know what the penalty is.

MS. JACKSON: Homelessness? You think that if you burn my house down, I'll come live in your sty? Fool! I'd rather wander about the island cursing your name for the rest of my life.

GREY GOOSE: Do you know what I adore about fire? More than its color, its beauty, or its warmth? more than its light, its speed, or its age? more than the fear it brings to bug or beast? more than its purity? its fertility? its never-ending energy? or its ability to wander about the island endlessly seeking out its prey? More than all those things, I love its loyalty to itself: its obedience to nature. Oh, wife! When you know how to stoke her, she can be so perfectly predictable.

MS. JACKSON: Fletcher would never let you get away with it.

GREY GOOSE: He did once; why not twice?

MS. JACKSON: Fletcher!

– ACT I, lines 321-330

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Usage of Fire in Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats

A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

We were in Austria. It was Christmas Eve. Olympia was in her baby bouncer. She was by the fireplace. She was having a great time. We were caressing her. I remember. It was Grandmother's house.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may calm one's sense of anxiety depending on your outlook

A quiet corner. A back alley. By the harbor. An ocean liner. The continents from space. Looking through a glass of water. A wildfire. A man on horseback. Surrounded by horses. Galloping. Going to a horse show. Dressage. Austria. Rich people. Descendants of nobility. Peasantry. Young people. Their future. Uncertainty. Old folks. The sky. The phasing of the moon. A crescent. Smiling fortune. Powerful people. Success. Happiness. Envy.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that might ease one's sense of distaste depending on your outlook

The clock read ten seconds. I opened the door to the fireplace. I lay on my back. The tiles were cold. I winced. I pulled myself in. The damper was closed. I jerked it open. Ash dropped. I shut my eyes. I didn't have time to wipe. I forced them open. I looked. There was a triangle of light. Was it a triangle? I wasn't sure. It was my first impression.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that might help put fears to rest depending on your outlook

Nike passed Indiana the joint. She took a long time to get it to her mouth. She claimed she was worried about lighting her hair on fire. "It's so oily," she said. "I haven't washed it in days. Why did I tell you that? You're giving me too much to drink. What are you trying to do? Get me to sleep with you? I'm not some kind of college girl - not anymore. What am I saying? I never went to college."

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may calm one's sense of anxiety depending on your outlook

Indiana gave us an embarrassed look. I smiled. I watched her slip the stick back into the bucket. Grandmother stretched out her hand. As usual, she was carrying a rag.

Indiana took it. She wiped the drops of water she spilled. She turned her head. "What did I do?" she asked. We chuckled.

Mother explained the custom of keeping a cherry branch next to the fireplace. If it bloomed on Christmas Eve, it would bring good luck.

"I guess it helps to know how long a branch takes to bloom," said Indiana.

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that may help put fears to rest depending on your outlook

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Collocation of Fire in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Fire."

This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word fire that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "fire." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

Love is the answer...

What are we waiting for? Let's accept it!

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

The Body Acceptance Calendar

A really good idea for a monthly calendar

If a 45-year-old businesswoman and hard working mother of three kids is going to pose nude for a calendar, it's gonna have to be a good one. Margo didn't start a coffee shop called the Vagina Cafe to win her favors from the establishment. Even as she dishes out prizes to the 20 women who placed last in the twentienth anniversary run of her town's biggest road race, her business, unlike everyone else, doesn't get mentioned. She was an official sponsor for Christ's sake! But the announcer just couldn't swallow his patriarchy and get the words "Vagina Cafe" out of his mouth. That's not something a proper gentleman would say in front of a crowd of humble God-fearing "ladies" who cherish their modesty! And a Body Acceptance Calendar is certainly not what a humble God-fearing book-seller like a Barnes and Noble would put on their shelves! So how do I expect to sell this in the mainstream? Maybe if you download the free versions a thousand billion times it might help. Start downloading.

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Your purchases keep the "Fire" page...

If you love women and art...

Michal is exporting art from Poland...is he brainsick?

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    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  2. Felt handbag for sale

    Handcrafted felt handbag for sale.

    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser
Handcrafted felt handbag
Handcrafted decorative collar
Handcrafted seamless handbag
Handcrafted patchwork quilt
Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl
Handcrafted clara the doll
Handcrafted noah the doll
Handcrafted black suspenders
Handcrafted orange suspenders
Handcrafted green suspenders
Handcrafted felt earrings
Handcrafted round ceramic earrings
Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings
Handcrafted 'coral' necklace