Welcome to soulful writing about humans and places.
This is where you get to read my thoughts. Or read what I’m reading.
I believe, with the great Michelangelo Buonarroti, that “two are the virtues a person should never lose: the courage to confront one’s own weaknesses and the strength to endure one’s own emotions.” So, feel. Think. Settle in the silence. Happiness is not a prize, it’s a challenge and a perpetual journey. You get up one morning and decide to make the journey worthwhile. But before you enter, please remember: Exposure to words carries risks. Words can pacify, demolish, or persuade. Cognition is built upon metaphors. Entire cosmogonies begin with one articulated phrase. There might be triggering content on this website. At the same time, please keep in mind that you are entering someone’s home. Someone’s heart. Someone’s inner forum. Please observe the house rules:
(haiku-uri) seva se scurge pe hârtie, din anii noștri se aleg păstăi uscate, măturate de viscol în crevasele uitării, pagini ce hrănesc glodul umed din care, poate alte vrejuri vor țâșni către cer pline de bobi dulci-amari. vorbe crestatepe o scoarță desprinsăde vânt. pirogileîn care te veicuibări ca să pluteștispre depărtări tu.
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“Der Bau dieses Hauses war aber bei weitem nicht das Schwerste. Viel schwerer war es, die Menschen zu finden. (…) Ich nahm endlich solche Leute, die nicht Schreiner waren, und sich erst hier unterrichten sollten. Aber auch diese hatten, wie die früheren, eine Sünde, welche in Arbeitendenständen und auch wohl in anderen sehr häufig ist:…
vei crede ce dorești, dar acesta este adevărul meu. ți-l spun șoptit,la ureche,ca toate adevărurile mari, care nu-s altceva decât răsuflare caldă pe piele: vreau să-mi ascult sufletul și să tac, să mă ascund de zbuciumul uneltelor care neîncetatară și, lent, ca orice suflet obosit care-și cară în spate trupul, să mă tupilez pe sub…
“Die Hysterie ist die unvermeidliche psychopolitische Verfassung durchmediatisierter Populationen. Sie hat sich infolge der nationalstaatlichen Lebensformen überall durchgesezt, wo Menschen es lernen mußten, im Strom medial konstruierter Dauerkommunikationen zu leben und sich auf die rhythmischen Themenwechsel der Zeitgeister einzurichten.” P. Sloterdijk – Nach Gott (S. 311-312)
… și să te convingi că ai de a face cu o arhitectură complexă de idei și emoții. Fără siropuri, fără mizerabilism. Doar farmec. Și câteva tabuuri. #ficțiuneliterară #mister #dragoste #societate
Ich schwöre die Liebe ab. Das Einzige worin ich gut war. Das Einzige wozu ich vielleicht etwas taugte – ich schwöre es ab, dieses unendliche Grauen. Nie wieder werde ich in deinem Körper verweilen, noch du in meiner Erinnerung.
My inner mystic is plagued by insomnia and runs entirely on divine grace. The outer shell, however, does occasionally need: jasmine tea, ice cream (preferably salted caramel), good books, music, and new horizons.
Writer Between Worlds 