There are nights when his imagination runs wild. As time passes, those get less frequent, but, if anything, more vivid. Some of the material, and characters, reappear from earlier episodes of his life, some from his writing, others are new fantasies, out of the blue. He is now in the habit of discussing his dreams … Continue reading Fantasy
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Wings #writephoto
Inspired by Sue Vincent's Thursday Photo Prompt Looking up at the skies, Inspired by the flight Of black wings of freedom...
Legacy #TheDailyPost
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Blunt lies to the people, Does it matter to them the powerful? Who will prove them wrong? But History will judge, she who knows, and never forgives the cheats, the liars. Image: Still from The Third Man, (1949) Robert Krasker, via inneroptics
Object #TheDailyPost
Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Passers-by in the rain in a mist of thoughts, faces forlorn no-one knows how long, how long waiting for you to vanish never to see your beloved face again. Image: Little Penthouse, 1931. Martin Lewis. Drypoint, via kafkasapartment
The search for Cesárea, a #reading of “The Savage Detectives”, Roberto Bolaño
"Roberto Bolaño" by Farisori - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Commons. From the Golden Fleece to The Two Towers, from the Holy Grail to Heart of Darkness, great works of world's literature are often stories of quests. So goes for Roberto Bolaño's masterpiece, The Savage Detectives, which follows two young poets, Arturo Belano … Continue reading The search for Cesárea, a #reading of “The Savage Detectives”, Roberto Bolaño
Hannah Silva – Forms of Protest
Forms of Protest…
Full disclosure: Have seen Silva perform live once. She was pretty great!
Review: Silva’s poems are unlike anything I’ve read. As the video above (and this podcast, absolutely required listening) demonstrate, Silva’s physical voice is central to her aesthetic, removing it a huge risk; the formal aspect of the work is an integral part of the complicated and angry messages that the poems present. Her background in music, theatre and sound poetry inform Forms of Protest from the foundations up, and that the poems’ technical intricacy and often dispassionate removes are transferable to the page at all is a remarkable achievement. That so many successfully convey their political anger and emotional precision is a large part of what makes Forms of Protest a valuable book.
The poems themselves are remarkable for the relative absence of the poetic ego. Only one poem, a startlingly frank snapshot of adolescent life at…
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#AtoZAprilChallenge: Yesterday
Science may one day shatter the mystery of time, and with time, most of our delusions. When was yesterday? And why should today, tomorrow, be different from yesterday? As often, the answer to such questions is better found in poetry. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONXp-vpE9eU Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're … Continue reading #AtoZAprilChallenge: Yesterday
#WritersWednesday ~ Feiern
We celebrate The fire is burning Chasing away the demons Deep in the shadows… You come so close - And again, Enchanted On the wings of the night, Peaceful moon To rest In those arms That cannot stretch… Feiern, Lieben, Du Ich, wir. Image: Fred Stein, source: http://www.20minutos.es/fotos/artes/fred-stein-pionero-de-la-foto-callejera-10029/
#FWF Free Write Friday: Beautiful People
Tell me about a beautiful person you know… Thin wrists, smile of a medieval Virgin,Heart broken so many times ~Who knows where the Enemy now lies...In your secret foldIs forever the Truth...
Morning poetish thoughts and paint
A place to rest…
Expressions of my life - An evolution of art.
What heart yonder, falls
so gently in this field.
Soft as Lilly petals and
sweet as jasmine
On the vine.
Such gentle curves give
The soul a place to rest
The mind a place to race
And the heart a home all it’s own
With the voice of an angel
Does she call my name from
The night sky.
Scribed by stars with auroras
robe to warm her silken wings.
How can one smile
One gentle touch
Give the heart
Such murmur and rested peace
Benjamin
2013