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QuixotiQ Writings: My Books

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QuixotiQ (novel) - Ali Al Saeed 2004. Moments (fiction) - Ali Al Saeed 2006. Sad Man Dancing (poetry) - Ali Al Saeed 2009. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. My Life in Frame. There was an error in this gadget. Official Ali Al Saeed Website. Fall, Fall, Fall. The High Cost of Growing Up. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.

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QuixotiQ Writings: October 2013

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Thursday, October 24, 2013. I am hiding from your reality. I am hiding from hour reality because it is my nightmare. I am hiding from your reality because it is full of social interaction and slime and employment. Your reality is made out of things such as love and religion and pancakes. I am hiding because pancakes have 247 calories. And I add maple syrup to everything. Like my car's engine and my burger patty. I am hiding from your love. I am hiding from your love because it is dirty. Come hide with me.

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QuixotiQ Writings: Days of Iowa

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Wednesday, October 09, 2013. Days have been nothing but inconsistent blocks of time. Some long, some short. Some so vague they hardly existed. And now the clock ticks and all that remains are a few weeks, which can either last as long as a one night’s dream, or a song, or as long as they hours permit. Here, there are no borders. Here, there are no limitations. Here, there are pools and each pool is of a different color. But still, they are all pools. I’ve asked myself many questions that I thought ...

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QuixotiQ Writings: Hidden

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Thursday, October 24, 2013. I am hiding from your reality. I am hiding from hour reality because it is my nightmare. I am hiding from your reality because it is full of social interaction and slime and employment. Your reality is made out of things such as love and religion and pancakes. I am hiding because pancakes have 247 calories. And I add maple syrup to everything. Like my car's engine and my burger patty. I am hiding from your love. I am hiding from your love because it is dirty. Come hide with me.

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QuixotiQ Writings: The High Cost of Growing Up

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Thursday, May 22, 2014. The High Cost of Growing Up. Last night I was reunited with friends I have not seen in a very long time. It was a strange encounter, peppered with awkward conversations and moments of hilarity that brought back memories of an innocent time. What struck me most though, is when a couple of those friends still assumed that I was in the same job I was almost 14 years ago! To me it was shocking, laughable almost, to think of, let alone comprehend. Is that what I want now? Part of me wa...

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QuixotiQ Writings: Cake

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Saturday, July 14, 2007. You're bored. You're lonely. You're fed up. You cut the slice of banana walnut cake in half and you leave it. You sip. You look. You think. You sip. You breathe. You think to yourself, what on earth are you doing in this place? In this island of lost identities and repressed souls? Is it what you wanted to do today? Or is it just happenstance? Beautiful:) and you might even be surprised to hear that I can trully relate to it! Thu Jul 19, 03:14:00 PM. Sun Jul 22, 08:58:00 PM.

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QuixotiQ Writings: Why I Hate Writing

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Thursday, September 19, 2013. Why I Hate Writing. I HATE writing.". That's not the kind of start you want to go with when you're speaking to a bunch of undergrad writers. But I didn't stop there. I hate writing as much as I hate reading! After the hesitant giggles subsided, I went on to explain to them what I meant. I was giving a short talk to the students of the International Literature Class at the University of Iowa as part of my participation in the International Writing Program. At home, my parents...

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QuixotiQ Writings: True Fiction

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Every month, I will post a new piece of writing for you. These will include completed, unpublished short stories, essays, columns, or works in progress. By Ali Al Saeed. I parked my car in the shaded lot and stopped worrying about not having my own shadow for a moment. Things were quit normal at work. The florescent ceiling did not cast any shadows on the dark carpet, which was thinning from the constant human traffic treading over it. No sunlight came through the curtained windows. I realized that as lo...

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QuixotiQ Writings: Rubble

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Wednesday, September 25, 2013. I'm lying on the floor staring at the ceiling. And it's not even a ceiling anymore. This is not a call to arms. As a misguided statement. I’m on my knees in my boxers. And the light burns. My book is sleeping in my bed. Its naked pages exposed. Words erotically ejaculating from my mind. My mind is unthinking. My mind is non-present. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. My Life in Frame. There was an error in this gadget. Official Ali Al Saeed Website.

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QuixotiQ Writings: Fall, Fall, Fall

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Wednesday, May 28, 2014. Fall, Fall, Fall. I looked down at her feet next to mine. The city below us. She clung on to me. As if I were going to fall from atop the skyscraper. But I had already fallen. I had already fallen. She is my net. But she still holds on. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. My Life in Frame. There was an error in this gadget. Official Ali Al Saeed Website. Fall, Fall, Fall. The High Cost of Growing Up. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.