"Adjective and noun associations are worthy of our consideration because by careful linkage of words such as 'black' with strong emotionally positive words (such as in 'black heavens' and 'noble black night') we can start to program subconscious bias from the brain by creating a background neurochemistry that is more positive. This keeps the prefrontal cortex more fully operational and encourages more empathy in both thoughts and behaviours. Thus society develops better through their own choices and evolves. This is part of social evolution and this kind of awareness in writers is essential."
A lone beach ball trickled down the sand, salt smothered and wrinkled. On a brighter day perhaps the wan plastic would have shone, but beneath the low grey sky it was so very shadow-eaten. And all the way to the edge of the cold tide, its roll was a grainy sigh. Then it was there, upon the white fringe, negotiating its transition to the deep.
"For writers in the next half century and beyond, a comprehension of how creative writing, neurology, biology and our environment interact will be essential for a successful career."
- a link to the full article is in my bio and on the Descriptionari "About" page.
Much love!!!
Angela Abraham (Daisy)
The flowers, in the spring breeze, move as if they’re laughing. Perhaps the rain is tickling their roots. Barely a few weeks ago the air was simply cold, now it is cupcake sweet. The seasonal floral party is well underway within a circle of guardian trees.
"When we make daily choices that are emotionally indifferent, the sort that the money-nexus makes faux-virtues of, we build our capacity for emotional indifference at the direct expense of our capacity for empathy, and thus the conflict between money and love is laid bare."
My soul, you see, is a pretty poem on paper scrunched and charred. In time, with care, she will unfold again and the words will be as beautiful as they ever were.
Alice’s fingers were the wrapping for its bright icing glaze. The cup, you see, was artisan made especially for her. It had been a gift from before he went away. So when she sat there, cradling his famous hot chocolate recipe, savouring its sweetness, no pennies were offered for her thoughts. Several thousand miles apart, arm in arm, they wandered the wild flower gardens together. From first sip to last, she was with him.
"It turns out, as obviousness would have it, that our brains (especially those of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby in this case) have been teaching us neurology through comic books and the movies that have come from them."
Full article linked to from my profile, click "abraham" below, awesome!!
The tankard our lady raised had once belonged to the king. They say it was on the table as he sang the great onward ballads. Most vessels in his time were plain, yet this one was carved with the incomplete map. One could follow it as far as the old king had been, to the edge of ‘the known.’ Everyone knew that around its other side was only a smooth canvas awaiting the chisel. They say it was this way so that he would see his task with every sip of mead. Yet with his passing, horses saddled, she is the one we’ll follow over the line.
In a light that dapple danced, bounced a beach ball. Down the pathway it wandered with the gait of a happy child, a bounce and a skip here and there. At one time it paused as if to listen to the song of the early birds, to turn a pirouette, yet beyond that it seemed to have a determination to be a ball immune to gravity. I sat there, my pyjamas billowing in the spring air, my brain all of a tickle with new ideas.