Hello. I am Stanley Pacion. My written work and videos have received world-wide recognition and some acclaim. The basis of My YouTube Channel is the written word, poetry and prose. I read my own poetry, modern and hip, classical, yet everyday, both lyrical and narrative in style. My Channel, Stanley Pacion, is a V blog, somewhat autobiographical, though filed with flights of fancy, and all kinds of fanciful, romantic imagery. Although My Channel is a series of video uploads, it represents a literary effort entitled, A BIG BOOK OF MY OWN. Written text accompanies all my uploads. Also, My Channel is eclectic, featuring “how-to-do-it” videos, and informative travelogues from my home base here in India. I have also included several “love letters.” Those, too, have enjoyed warm critical response. I am a former history professor. You will find a few historical essays on ancient Greece and Rome. There is an account of how Julius Caesar used his marriages to advance his power, only to find himself undone by bringing the Egyptian Queen, Cleopatra, as his consort to Rome. Don't shy away; stories about Sparta and Nero's Roman court might surprise you. There is also an account of how Julius Caesar used his marriages to advance his power, only to find himself undone by bringing the Egyptian Queen, Cleopatra, as his consort to Rome. I would bet that you will find me interesting and personable, and some fun. Take a look at how I see the world with my words and through my videos. Subscribe
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Stanley Pacion is an online poet known and published world over. His YouTube Channel has recorded 211,000 + Single Page Visits, Video Views!
As of this date, August 19, 2013, my YOUTUBE Channel has received 211,000 + Single Page Visits, Video Views! A Google Search of the terms Stanley Pacion YouTube Channel yields a result count of 400,000.
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Love Email, 3
I got off the telephone with you about an hour or so ago, and once again a flood of memories and feelings beset me. Our long distance and our long time apart may be the end of me. Poor me! Poor me! Honest, it is very hard for me to pretend I am grown up, a man about this whole separation business. I feel alone. I am more like a child. I suffer terrible separation anxiety. Right this moment I want to scream aloud, and, if it would do me any good at all, I would. I would scream aloud in pain.
Also, I am having a physical reaction. Juices are being released in my stomach, which never happens to me even when I am hungry. This is not just my imagination. No! I am physically afflicted. Longing for you, just to be near to you, causes me ache even in my forearms. My elbows hurt. I swear I feel the ache of this profound longing even in the calves of my legs, in my knee caps. I know you believe me to be exaggerating, but it's true, darling. It is true! I am now in the middle of some devil angst.
Last night I had another bad spell, very bad. I felt an exhaustion overcome me. I lay down in the bed right off my office area, and almost curled up in a ball. I was in the fetal position. I began to swoon. If only I could come up against you. I need only your body warmth. I need only to be up over and against you.
Playing on the TV set at the bottom of the bed was a PBS special, which now had a segment about the Warsaw Ghetto. I did not actually see the video portion, but the mournful sounds, oh, the so sad background music, matched my interior mood. How's that for big-time sacrilege, down right sinful! It is a terrible comparison, I know. I have no right making it. But I try to portray the mood, the dark-cloud mood over me. My pain over missing you tied to the agony of tens of thousands souls living in Hell and then about to be transported to an absolute Hell. Now you know, sweet heart! Now you know! Now you have a glimpse of the pain I am in. I am truly a lost soul.