Malina

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Alexander Malina (1983 – ) American poet, writer, filmaker. Author of over 10 books of poetry, history, fiction, and has produced films, music, and shows.

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• I do not pity humanity, I only pity the children who are as yet helpless to the world around them – the rest of society is but tyrants, who choose to enslave or be enslaved, and for them no mercy can be shown..
  • Lies About My Life (novel), Class War Press, 2004.

• I never believed in punishment after death, mostly because I thought that death is not really a punishment. Punishment is more like extensive torture, morbid pleasure for the sadist mind.
  • Hyssop Over Dondrop (novel)

• I always found great inspiration in those primordial humans, the ones that lived beneath the stars and had their hearts open to the endless cosmos. They would awaken early before light, and go to sleep under radiance of the unknown. Stars flickered like distant specs of spit, and the sun blazed and burned their skin. In those times, I have always imagined, the people walked freely through the plains and hills in their barefeet. Children would sit down on the warm green grass beside the quiet river creek, they would eat fruit ripped from the gardens, and they would sing songs from the ageless wisdom of their mothers and fathers. Back in those times the animals seemed to live at peace with the humans, and the humans sought out wisdom in the simplest things and took care of those less fortunate. Yes my inspiration is truly amazing, and yet I always have a nagging doubt that this had never existed. That this garden is a sick story I invented in those lazy nights of darkness, a kind of escape out of the gloom-filled zone of my life. No, in this world in this lifetime the machine has set man into the woods and wilderness to slaughter the living. He has captured and murdered the plants, he has cut the living heads of the deer and the goat. And now the sounds of roaring tigers and exquisite songs of birds shall never be heard again. Today the genetic robot produces the meat and bones of once existing animal bodies for the digestion in the human stomach.
  • Hyssop Over Dondrop (novel)

• The mind, in the darkest moments of its existence, when faced with a brick wall instead of opportunity, begins to lose its reason, begins to lose its patience, begins to lose its unity, and begins to forge a path, straight through the wall, even though it perfectly knows that it will encounter the harsh solid brick, smash its face, spill its blood, and fall down drowning in itself.
  • Hyssop Over Dondrop (novel)