Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Life

Best of Romania 2021

“It is said that some Bolsheviks, deeming that a love based on choice and exclusivity was only a prejudice infiltrated by the bourgeois spirit, tried to abolish it, treating love as an instinct, an instinct like all the others, falsely adorned hitherto with a passionate halo. (…)The big mistake was that they thought love resides…
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Children saying scary things

My daughter (10), elated that she got into the class she wanted and avoided the all-girls class: ‘All-girls classes suck!’ Me, naively: ‘Why?’ My studious 10-year-old: ‘Because they’d be all prissy and there’d be no boys to fall in love with.’ Ladies and gentlemen, the main purpose of public schooling, right there… in case there…
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Podge and his book from the sky – A fable

Once upon a time there was a badger. We’ll call him Podge, because that’s what his friends called him. Podge was an intrepid and adamant little badger and he liked to roam the neighborhood at length, looking for fellow creatures to pester – or to snack on. On one of his nocturnal foraging trips, Podge…
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Things you can observe at 7 a.m.

I watched blackbirds today. I couldn’t sleep. Early at dawn I watched a parent feed her chick. The older one was dark – as burdens darken us; the younger pale, unknowing, made a fuss. Peck, peck, they went as their small beaks touched From where I sat, it looked as if they kissed. And it…
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Wind in the tall grasses

Today I will write about the wind in the tall grasses. Lost, immaterial, like our souls, Just a passage from one place to another. Just air. Just breath. Soft stalks undulating. It’s ballet. Beautiful submission. Soothing choreography under a ruthless sun. People pass by on their bicycles Barely noticing. Barely noticing the road leads nowhere.…
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Quote of the day

“Every man who believes in something in an absolute fashion is the mortal enemy of “truth“ and “reality”. Fanaticism – vibrant stupidity bewitched by a ludicrous Unconditional. Transforming one facet of Becoming into the sole reality; converting one aspect of the spirit into a fixed point of reference; elevating an “event“ to the rank of…
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Child’s play

A boy drags an empty bag through the sand. He’s tied it at the end of a rope.The wind blows into it, swelling it, ruffling it,making it float and thennearly ripping it out of his hand. The bag is as transparent and light as this boy’s soul.Boy, breath, wind blowing, soul… Later, when it’s full…
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Quote of the day

“If it should turn out to be true that knowledge (in the modern sense of know-how) and thought have parted company for good, then we would indeed become the helpless slaves, not so much of our machines as of our know-how, thoughtless creatures at the mercy of every gadget which is technically possible, no matter…
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Suspended

You and I on this small bridge where one can watch the passage of time in liquid form, the voices it drowns, the secrets it buries, the things that will never again be.
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Quote of the day

“In itself, every idea is neutral, or should be; but man animates ideas, projects his flames and flaws into them; impure, transformed into beliefs, ideas take their place in time, take shape as events: the trajectory is complete, from logic to epilepsy . . . whence the birth of ideologies, doctrines, deadly games. Idolaters by instinct,…
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Reawakening

Hear them shriek: virgin vitality, gratuitous vigor. Gull-ibility?…
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Inarticulate

So little left to express. Spleen? Acedia? The signifiers have lost their signifieds and are straying. Ideas, heavy as rock, sink to the bottom of rivers waiting to be swept away by a sudden flood of effervescence or settle, with the mud, along the banks of dam lakes and rot. Occasionally, some debris resurfaces –…
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