Showing posts with label Ian C Smith. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ian C Smith. Show all posts

Sunday, January 23

Ovi magazine; Sunday January 23rd, 2022

 

The articles, the opinions, the stories, the poems and the cartoons Ovi magazine covers for Sunday January 23rd, 2022 – National Pie Day


HUMAN SOUL and the DEMON of the INHUMAN by David Sparenberg

The further soul is diminished, the more the mind becomes confused. When soul is buried alive or forced into exile, the mind falls prey to chaos. Too often cleverness is but a mask for pretending madness is not mad.

The demon of the inhuman delights in soul’s oppression and prohibition, and so much more so in dominating soullessness and deep stirrings.

Easy enough to control or annihilate bodies. Tyranny, through militant and militarized ideologies, is efficient in the politics of control and annihilation.

Continue reading HERE!


“No meal is complete without family” #poem by Abigail George

“Love, how you taught me the bonds of family.
And how you sometimes held me close and kissed me.”

fami001_400

Continue reading HERE!


Gravitas, Grudges, Grit #ShortStory #Fiction By Ian C Smith

gravta0001_400

Alone in the dark hours of morning I computer-track my son’s progress in the Kona Ironman, a thin blue line edging across a screen.  Checking emails, I learn my nephew will drive me later to his boyhood rural hospital.  His aged mother, my only sister, is gravely ill.  A long-legged champion schoolgirl hurdler once, she doesn’t know her Ironman nephew, two generations younger than her in years, doesn’t know much anymore, her ghosts of memory adrift.

She lies curled in a ward named for a lovely small river burbling below their long-ago home.  A steep grassy slope led to where her boys would romp in the water innocent of drama ahead.  I try feeding her the meal she would be responsible for if time-travel transported us back to when she directed this hospital’s kitchen, but, coughing in pneumonia’s clutches, she sags back into her pillow, irritated by the oxygen feed, a pterodactyl fossil the weight of a child.  I realise the last time I visited her in hospital was after the birth of the saddened middle-aged guy standing alongside me.  Fourteen then, a proud uncle, I needed positives when the colour of my life was grey.

Continue reading HERE!


Always something; the family edition #025 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

For more Always something; the family edition, HERE!

For more Ovi Cartoons, HERE!


Ovi magazine
We cover every issue

Sunday, December 19

Ovi magazine; Sunday December 19th, 2021

 

The articles, the opinions, the stories, the poems and the cartoons Ovi magazine covers for Sunday December 18th, 2021 – United Nations Day for South-South Cooperation


The Wrong World #thoughts by Jan Sand

There is an old story of a scientist who invented a machine to transfer consciousness. When his apparatus was complete he had no convenient subject but spotted a centipede on the floor and scooped it up and dropped it into the receiver section. He then put on the headset to dispatch his consciousness. He pressed the activation switch and suddenly discovered himself looking up at his immobile body.

“Hurray!” he thought, “It works.” Then he tried to move the centipede into the light beam that would reverse the process. He moved the first foot and then found he couldn’t figure which other foot to move. The story leaves him immobile, frozen in place. He never gets to figure out which other foot to move to get back into himself.

Continue reading HERE!


“A prayer for the dementia of the flesh” #poem by Abigail George

‘The flame in the snow’, in the field,
    In the wild ‘song of songs’ wilderness of
    The green sea. Its energy poured itself
    Into me and names whispered secrets of men

dime01_400

Continue reading HERE!


Brinkmanship” #ShortStory By Ian C Smith

bri001_400

We lived on our wits and savings then, a working holiday, her keener on working than holidaying. Exploring London’s vast echoing age, shadows tempting after Australia’s gaudy glare, I stopped at blue historical plaques signifying that famous people spent parts of their lives there, thrilled chancing upon Dickens’ Bleeding Heart Yard. I read ancient manuscripts in the British Museum, hoarding these days like precious jewels for the future. We also kept hearing an old hit by Procol Harum, the tune everywhere, even the front upstairs seat of a red bus, as if an anthem borne on the Thames tide.

Continue reading HERE!


Ephemera 21#32 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

For more Ephemera, HERE!

For more Ovi Cartoons, HERE!


Ovi magazine
We cover every issue

Monday, November 8

Ovi magazine; Monday November 8th, 2021

 

The articles, the opinions, the stories, the poems and the cartoons Ovi magazine covers for Monday November 8th, 2021


Hypersonic Panic and Competitive Terror by Dr. Binoy Kampmark

During his eventful time in office, US President Donald Trump took much delight in reflecting about the lethal toys of his country’s military, actual or hypothetical. These included a hypersonic capability which, his military advisors had warned, was being mastered by adversaries. Such devices, comprising hypersonic cruise missiles and hypersonic boost-glide vehicles, have been touted as opening a new arms race, given their ability not merely to travel at five times the speed of sound – as a general rule – but also show deft manoeuvrability to evade defences.

Undeterred by any rival capability, Trump claimed in May 2020 that the US military had come up with a “super duper” weapon that could travel at 17 times the speed of sound. “We are building, right now, incredible military equipment at a level that nobody has ever seen before.” Ever adolescent in poking fun at his rivals, Trump also claimed that the missile dwarfed Russian and Chinese equivalents. Russia, he claimed, had one travelling at five times the speed of sound; China was working on a device that could move at the same speed, if not at six times. Pentagon officials were not exactly forthcoming about the details, leaving the fantasists to speculate.

Continue reading HERE!


Wasted my whole life (V 3) #poem #Art #Installation by Amir Khatib

“I hate the clock and can’t stand hearing its ticking.
 I disable it
 Or eviscerate her…
 With this I lost my life!
 I searched for it between my fingers,
 Under my nails soot of ink,
 in bookshelves,
 prevalent words and verbs,
 In the chaos of lines and colors,
 In my pockets full of keys,”

ami00001_400_02

Continue reading HERE!


Gravitas, Grudges, Grit #ShortStory #Fiction By Ian C Smith

“Alone in the dark hours of morning I computer-track my son’s progress in the Kona Ironman, a thin blue line edging across a screen.  Checking emails, I learn my nephew will drive me later to his boyhood rural hospital.  His aged mother, my only sister, is gravely ill.  A long-legged champion schoolgirl hurdler once, she doesn’t know her Ironman nephew, two generations younger than her in years, doesn’t know much anymore, her ghosts of memory adrift.”

gravta0001_400

Continue reading HERE!


A fistful of cactus 21#10 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

For more A fistful of cactus, HERE!

For more Ovi Cartoons, HERE!


Ovi magazine
We cover every issue