http://slow.writerscafe.org/bozlich The original writings of author Boris en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776190599 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Hello Everyone, Just wanted to let you know that an anthology of 14 children's short stories titled "aMUSEing Tales"  is now available on Amazon. You can find 3 of my stories in it: "The Caterpilion", "Wally the Wombat and His mePhone" and "The Be(e)ing of a Tiger", as well as oth.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/1305240/ While this story is self-contained, to fully appreciate it, please read it in tandem with the updated version of "The Day Death Died".It was widely known that Internet had been ailing for some time. Its poor health had made it rather slipshod in the execution of its duties. Some people had.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/1244527/ Hello Everyone,I will be appearing on radio this week, reading out four of my poems and one fable, as well discussing, amongst other things, the meaning of my work.It's a 30 minute show and I will be the sole guest on it.The show will be broadcast on:Wednesday 13th April, 7:00pm - 7:30pm.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/709114/ “So anyway, like I was saying, I was sitting, quite comfortably, onthis nice chair when Mr Stims told me what he wanted to do with hisinvention. But please don’t interrupt me again, because I am going toforget what I was saying and would not be able to tell you the fullstory of w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/499502/ I appeared on Australian National Radio two weeks ago.You can listen to the recording of it here: A RECORDING OF MY FIRST NATIONAL RADIO APPEARANCE I performed the following poems and talked about the meaning of my work. REVELATA DYSMORPHOLOGIA ( A LYRICAL TRANSMOGRIFICA.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/488658/ Hi Everyone,I have been featured in a literary magazine called Cold Coffee. There's a cartoon picture of me on a front page, my biography appears on page 19, my short story  "The Clearness and The Impenetrability"   is on pages 20-24 and my poems "I .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/449425/  I appeared on radio for the first time yesterday and read out 4 of my poems and 1 short story. You can listen to the audio file of the program here: http://www.gather.com/viewVideo.action?id=11821949021890043 If you don't have the time to listen to the entire progr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/427401/ Often my doggies lie at the front doorand stare longingly at the worldthrough the windowpane.They can see clearlyfreedom,sunshine,wide open spacesoutside.It seems to be rightwithin their reach,yet something impenetrableis in their way,the nature of whichthey cannot compre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/401953/ ↨••→╬®ףףٱً¥••╬iற€••╬R@V≡╚═€r?←••↨  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/387497/   It started out inconspicuously,inauspiciously,a small pimpleon the lower left of his back,something that no onewould ever give a second glance at.It didn't even itch,so demanded no instinctive scratching.Butit grewand grew,developing intoa small cy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/354719/  I remember lying on a hillockas a small boy with some friends,watching the sky up above... We are having a competition -who would be the first to guesswhich object each passing cloudresembles most closely.  There goes a giraffe,followed quickly by an elepha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/354718/ One day,my friends and I descendedinto the sewersunderneath the metropolisand discovered the most unusual eel-like creatureslounging indolentlyon the concrete banks of the subterranean river.There they were,lying close to the river's edge,only deigning to bestir,dip their hea.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/354717/ This is an extended version of the "AMERIKA IN THE SKY" story that I posted earlier in the year. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/333217/   Dedicated to S.B.P. -  for everything And with thanks to W.S. for inspiration   These arecreatures of theNightthat Icannotbear duringDaytime.Day uncouth, arrogant Daydeigns no comfort fortheir existence.Only Night, demure.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/314674/ Please note that while the article below is self-contained, it does assume some familiarity with the ideas developed in "THE INNER MORALITY" article which is posted right after this one in my folder.  THE INNER MORALITY - ADDITIONAL OBSERVATIONSJust imagine for a mo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/272646/ I have noticed that an interesting disparity exists between how we treat ourselves and how we treat others, and that our society holds a double standard in regards to this.We have rules, regulations and customs governing our conduct in society which prescribe and instruct us on how to interact w.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/272643/ An insight has occurred to me from observing my pets.Sometimes, the doggies lie at the kitchen door and stare longingly at the world through the windowpane. They can see happiness, freedom and sunshine outside. It seems to be right within their reach and yet something impenetrable is in their wa.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/272641/  I remember that day starting off ordinarily enough, there I was playing as usual with some friends in the open field not that far from home, the sky azure with nary a cloud blighting its face… The lay of the land is so perfectly flat that we can see unencumbered all the way to the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/268522/ How much smoother our progress through life would be if we had a full-scale orchestra accompanying us everywhere we went with a background soundtrack to our lives.From the music that they are playing we would be able to recognise immediately when danger approaches and when danger recedes, know s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/267529/ Dear Friends, despite the scepticism of some, I have been able to fully justify your view that I am a philosopher of hope and joy. I am proud and delighted to announce that recently, while attempting to come up with a new proof of the Pythagoras’ Theorem, I serendiptiously stumbled .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/264320/ 1) MY ULTIMATE AIM: To capture all of life's essence in a single sentence and then to refine that sentence into a single word 2) Looking for a meaning of life can be likened to searching for a key to a lock. But what if we are searching for a key and all the while the lock does not exist?.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/264317/ Dear P.S. , Your days are numbered,alas it is true,thanks to the e-mail and the text-messages too.Yet I recall the time whenyou were my last hope,the final saluteof forgotten sentimentor perhaps just in lieuof the truth we both knew. Your eternal admirerBoris G... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/264313/ How these papers came into my possession is of no importance. Suffice to say that no chicanery or deceit were involved in their acquisition.What is significant is the astounding glimpse they have given me into another's life.  Reading these words I felt like a robber, stealing someone else'.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/233409/ I have recently been considering how difficult it is to overcome habits, how violently our nature rebels against any attempts to break routines that we have settled down into.    Why do we react in such a way – is it because of the feeling of security that the establish.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/225434/ I remember lying on a hillock as a small boy with some friends, watching the sky up above. We are having a competition - who would be the first to guess which object each passing cloud resembles most closely.   There goes a giraffe, followed quickly by an elephant and a dog, one looks.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/225421/ It started out inconspicuously and inauspiciously as a small pimple on the lower left of his back, something that no one would ever give a second glance at.It didn't even itch and so demanded no instinctive scratching. But it grew and grew, developing into a small cyst at first and then int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/225418/ I possess a childhood memory that persists to this very day. It is the middle of a sunny summer day. I am running down the stairs, quickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me. We all want to see the Sun. It just fell down in the front yard. I saw it coming down like a bright yellow globe... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/114218/ When we look back, from our 21st century perspective, on the societies of the past, such as those of the Roman Empire or the Medieval Ages, we shudder at the things that were acceptable in those times.Slavery, public torture and executions, gratuitous cruelty to animals done in the name of ent.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/99764/ A fundamental problem exists with trying to discover the meaning of life.(Note that when we talk about the meaning of life we always implicitly assume that we are talking about the meaning of our own lives. Consequently in this piece the term "meaning of life" is really shorthand for &.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/99377/ That was the age of despair, disrepairbut this is now, the New Utopia.That was the time when we killed off our musesthrowing their remains to the ravenous dogs.Our innocence disemboweled, our hopes quarteredwith five hollow-point bullets on that cold december night.When six.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/94534/ Alexander was in his late twenties at the time of the conversation, more an acquaintance than a friend, and a distant relative. Our remote consanguinity produced a certain awkwardness in our relations. I was never quite certain whether I could be open with him, as one usually is with kinsmen.Our.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/85568/ My companions and I realise suddenly that we are actually in the world of the dead.We walk towards an open-air market that has many different stalls and see a newspaper headline about a boy from Titanic telling his story of what it was like to go under. This newspaper also features letters fro.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/74042/                    A long-forgotten tune                   Was it in a dream      &nbs.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/66945/ I wrote the story of my life but never once did I stop to read it. Words, plots, characters gushed out of me, yet never once did I take the time to see If the words were apt, if the plot had inner consistency, if the characters were realistic and likeable. Not once did I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/66918/ My companions and I are in some kind of a building and strange, inexplicable things begin to happen. Every time we open a door to some room, the room and the things in it have changed. People try to explore the building and find that it has an impossible structure. They enter the top floor, go int.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/66915/ Some time ago, a woman with a gun in her hand demanded of me and my companions that we provide good reasons why life is worth living. Otherwise she was going to terminate us.I thought to myself: This is the very question that I've struggled with for so long and now I am being forced to provide.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/66913/ It is the middle of a sunny summer dayI am running down the stairsquickly and excitedly, with my neighbours following me. We all want to see the SunIt just fell down in the front yardI saw it coming down like an overripe cantaloupe,staining the sky with sticky, succulent golden .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/66912/ One day, my friends and I descended into the sewers underneath the metropolis and discovered the most unusual eel-like creatures lounging indolently on the concrete banks of the subterranean river.There they were, lying close to the river's edge, only deigning to bestir and dip their heads langu.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/bozlich/66906/