<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></title><description><![CDATA[RSS Feed]]></description><link>https://ecency.com</link><image><url>https://ecency.com/logo512.png</url><title>RSS Feed</title><link>https://ecency.com</link></image><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2026 00:19:21 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://ecency.com/@davidcain/rss" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[New Economy]]></title><description><![CDATA[The robots control the means of production.]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/new-economy</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/new-economy</guid><category><![CDATA[ai]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Fri, 07 Feb 2020 14:40:18 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[grok how]]></title><description><![CDATA[This new work of art was one of many attempts to grok all parts of the whole beautiful experience in all its complexity in one opus. But before it could be judged it was necessary to grok how to judge]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/grok-how</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/grok-how</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 25 Nov 2019 16:16:36 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[or stain]]></title><description><![CDATA[Howl, howl, howl, howl! O, you are men of stones: Had I your tongues and eyes, I'ld use them so That heaven’s vault should crack. She’s gone for ever! I know when one is dead, and when one lives; She’s]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/or-stain</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/or-stain</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 23:05:57 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[that reveals]]></title><description><![CDATA[I thought painting and drawing were about light and happy things and beauty and aesthetics. Not about a spirit or force that reveals who we really are. — Michael S. Meusch, Walking Among Giants]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/that-reveals</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/that-reveals</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 22:48:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[genuine]]></title><description><![CDATA[The tears we shed in our sleep are the only genuine tears we shed in our lives. The waking tears are self-pity. — Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/genuine</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/genuine</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 22:39:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[a little]]></title><description><![CDATA[We came to find new things,” I answered boldly. “We are tired of the old things; we have come up out of the sea to know that which is unknown. We are of a brave race who fear not death, my very much respected]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/a-little</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/a-little</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 22:26:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[so strong]]></title><description><![CDATA[Her beauty — that of a shy, wild, quiveringly sensitive thing — seemed nothing to her. Even her soul, so strong for rhapsody, was not enough. She must have something to reinforce her pride, because she]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/so-strong</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/so-strong</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 21:42:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[loomed immanent]]></title><description><![CDATA[Like an immature vampire, Jeff was more affected than true. Long stringy hair had been deliberately moussed into a provocative emo-scrawl, his piercings and tattoos organized carefully to maintain his]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/loomed-immanent</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/loomed-immanent</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 21:31:51 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[loved]]></title><description><![CDATA[We wish to be understood, because we wish to be loved, and we wish to be loved because we are in love. Marcel Proust, The Sweet Cheat Gone]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/loved</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/loved</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 21:24:42 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[you, alone]]></title><description><![CDATA[Gentlemen, welcome to the world of reality – there is no audience. No one to applaud, to admire. No one to see you. Do you understand? Here is the truth – actual heroism receives no ovation, entertains]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/you-alone</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/you-alone</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 20:52:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[in the wheel]]></title><description><![CDATA[They were caught in the wheel from birth and they kept at it till death—and this treadmill they tried to dignify by calling it life. If you asked any one to explain or define life, what was the be all]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/in-the-wheel</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/in-the-wheel</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 20:40:06 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[they don't]]></title><description><![CDATA[“You mustn’t mind people so much. They’re not being disagreeable to YOU — it’s their way. You always think people are meaning things for you. But they don’t.” DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/they-don-t</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/they-don-t</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 20:31:21 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[ask a fly]]></title><description><![CDATA[“As for LOVE!” he cried, “you might as well ask a fly to love you! It’ll love settling on you —” DH Lawrence, Sons and Lovers]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/ask-a-fly</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/ask-a-fly</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 19:51:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[unleashing]]></title><description><![CDATA[When I sleep with a window air conditioner buzzing loudly through the night I hear symphonies in the white noise, operas sung in full voice in the darkness, unleashing the music of my soul throughout the]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/unleashing</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/unleashing</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 19:13:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[words]]></title><description><![CDATA[In my head, words are going on all the time, you know? — Samuel R. Delany, Dhalgren]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/words</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/words</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 24 Nov 2019 19:07:30 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[from Witch by David Cain]]></title><description><![CDATA[Supposing witch powers are inherited, we start opening questions of what powers do witches have; are they each assigned a kind of magic, or even one ultra-powerful magic spell only they can do? Maybe each]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/from-witch-by-david-cain</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/from-witch-by-david-cain</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 19 Nov 2019 14:01:00 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Song of Songs, a novel by David Cain, Prelude]]></title><description><![CDATA[Prelude Tuesday night meant the End. "Already? Doesn't feel like a Tuesday. I must have lost a day." "I'm pretty sure," I said, though in truth, there was no doubt in my mind that it]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/song-of-songs-a-novel-by-david-cain-prelude</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/song-of-songs-a-novel-by-david-cain-prelude</guid><category><![CDATA[writing]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 18 Nov 2019 14:13:09 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[Flings, a short story by Lord Malinov]]></title><description><![CDATA[As I looked into her eyes, I recognized the fire. I had seen it before, in other women, at other times, and I had grown to fear and respect that blaze of madness. Stephanie gazed hungrily at me, blushing]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/flings-a-short-story-by-lord-malinov</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/flings-a-short-story-by-lord-malinov</guid><category><![CDATA[story]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 18 Nov 2019 13:18:33 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title><![CDATA[The New Ending, a short story by Lord Malinov]]></title><description><![CDATA[(photo by me, of my wife) Bill Tyler sat sadly nursing a beer when the sound of a woman's voice, slightly intoxicated and very excited, erupted behind him. "Billy Tyler!" she squealed, "Is]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/the-new-ending-a-short-story-by-lord-malinov</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/the-new-ending-a-short-story-by-lord-malinov</guid><category><![CDATA[nsfw]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 17 Nov 2019 14:14:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/3zpz8WQe4SNGWd7TzozjPgq3rggennavDx3XPY35pEAVnqBa4t62Hy7DgTmCAk8fPztVV4NwAW68S4ePNsrZXPD79MV6Z9kEczz7tQL4PSP91hVKTpUemFB3xs3KGKkitVEr5DBpN4Gv4k1FxzCn?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item><item><title><![CDATA[Reason not the Need, a short story by Lord Malinov]]></title><description><![CDATA[(photo by me, of my wife) "I know what you need," Alyssa had said with a smirk. Stephanie shoved a linen dress that clung to her damp arm. Some loose metal hangers rattled. "This is too]]></description><link>https://ecency.com/@davidcain/reason-not-the-need-a-short-story-by-lord-malinov</link><guid isPermaLink="true">https://ecency.com/@davidcain/reason-not-the-need-a-short-story-by-lord-malinov</guid><category><![CDATA[nsfw]]></category><dc:creator><![CDATA[davidcain]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sat, 16 Nov 2019 13:27:39 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://i.ecency.com/p/3zpz8WQe4SNGWd7TzozjPgq3rggennavDx3XPY35pEAVnprMJKYffrmHF9JBEUhSXBW1y23ycAS8jXMWEbVKZHPuZBNJecgqN3JsXoV34tC7j2b4TExn1BRrieMRXYPNRwPtB1KEUd8LVXW39pSa?format=match&amp;mode=fit" length="0" type="false"/></item></channel></rss>