Fetching Stranded Soul Pieces
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DANIEL IN THE LION'S PIT
Our new lives as immigrants were commemorated in the new country by my first dream in which I was looking at my hand with all of the fingers when suddenly my thumb began drying up, shrinking like a prune. Atrophied, it fell off, which scared me.
But behind this discolored carbuncle afresh thumb started to grow. At first, it was not matching my fingers in size, dexterity, nor age, but it quickly caught up.
I often kept thinking of a Czech proverb about "knowing nine trades - the tenth being poverty", and of another one about Dalibor and his violin, with its equivalent in English: "Neccessity is mother of invention."
For me it was meaningful in a paradoxical way: my plate was full figuratively speaking, because literary speaking I had often close to nothing to put on the plates of my family: my two brave teenage daughters, and myself.
I recall how in theat meantime of inadequacy I developed a considerably sharp intuition as a power tool for survival. Working all kinds of jobs with my blinders on brought into my life interesting people. That's how I met Trice who was a psychic reader.
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FETCHING STRANDED SOUL PIECES by Zuzannah L'ark is composed as a record of songs with interwoven themes of dreams, day-dreaming, cat-naps, nightmares, and visionary lucid states of mind of the characters who often bear traits of travelers, adventurers, discoverers, healers; some are mere visitors, some almost homeless, some freshly uprooted, some lost, some fallen from the sky, and they are mainly women. The author writes in English as her second language.
About the Author
The author was born and grew up in Franz Kafka's magical birthplace, Prague, in a family involved in performing arts for generations. Early on she decided to study languages not to limit herself to the choices made by the authorities which books in translation will be published, if at all. Books from the family private collection, records, cinema, live music, and theater were almost the sole source of independent education, an invisible bridge to the world from behind the Iron Curtain.
The author holds a Master degree in Performing Arts.
Her desire to write became clear when life led her to immigration. Her last language, English, was yet to learn to communicate effectively, and with love in her adopted new homeland, the USA.
After some years of struggle as an immigrant trying to "catch up" and finding it impossible, and finally giving up the race, she took account of her path in writing.