Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Life

  • Quote of the day

    “Plato (…) also discovered the very insecure position of truth in the world, for ‘from opinions comes persuasion, and not from truth’ (Phaedrus 260). The most striking difference between ancient and modern sophists is that the ancients were satisfied with a passing victory of the argument at the expense of truth, whereas the moderns want…

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  • On migration and diasporas

    “To live “in diaspora” is to reside in one place but to keep in motion an emotional, cultural, or political relationship with another, whether it is the site of one’s nativity that subsequently became a point of departure or an ancestral “homeland” virtually conjured but never visited. (…) Diasporas (…) are platforms where received notions…

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  • Quote of the day

    “To yield to the mere process of disintegration has become an irresistible temptation, not only because it has assumed the spurious grandeur of ‘historical necessity’, but also because everything outside it has begun to appear lifeless, bloodless, meaningless, and unreal. (…) Comprehension does not mean denying the outrageous (…). It means, rather, examining and bearing…

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  • Leave your shadows behind

    that hour. on the long path to spring, when darkness clears and the trees drop their skeletal shadows in the snow like a bad memory, like baggage one no longer needs to carry. when the frost glistens with a gazillion different suns in a myriad different eyes and the crows’ croaking falls silent silent… that…

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  • New Year’s Eve 2020

    You can tell by the fireworks. To this day, people’s hearts are set to the clocks in their homelands, far away. They go off at different times, then the smoke clears and the sky remains mysterious and quiet until the next full hour. You can tell by the fireworks. To this fateful day, the last…

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  • Falling in Love

    In the dead of night – In that longest of nights he came to me, all aglow. An illumination of love. I was ready to let go, having run out of things to hold on to. “The world has done violence to your spirit”, he spoke through my sleeplessness, and his voice was husky. “But…

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  • The colors of healing

    Healing is a feline treading stealthily around the concrete monoliths of the neighborhood – slow and lazy and clandestine. A striped tow of light, sheaves of color falling from the trees, pigment dripping from the November sky and gathering in little pools of gold in your heart to glitter in the dark of winter.

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  • Questions

    Setting: Catholic religion class at school. Characters: New teacher – a man. A bunch of 9-year-olds. Open discussion about covenants. (Based loosely on recollection, don’t shoot the messenger!) Girl in my daughter’s class, with genuine curiosity: Why are all the priests men? Why are there no women priests? Teacher, gently: Well, you see, Jesus was…

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  • The Pond

    How the landscape changes With the moving seasons… No rebirth without dying Water and cut grass Shoulder-high saplings And all the encounters with pain. The piercing shrieks of white gulls  Plunging, and us happy to disintegrate Why is it that in nature The lost are found, and dying Is grand and mollifying and fearless Like an embrace?…

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  • September reading

    here I am, sitting on a bench next to autumn absorbing the last of the scorching sun and watching the ants move like clockwork in a playground we call our own. here they are, mapping the maze with staccato precision. I am reading a poem, like every other year. later, I’ll get up to go…

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  • Spirituality, modernity and Brownian motion

    Just a thought… So many of us feel depleted, drained, stressed out. Our beings flogged from within, our lives – our biggest gift – turned into empty chases. Pursuing a zillion things that we can grab and touch and display, but which aren’t real. We live in societies that prioritize task efficiency, competition, action, and the accumulation of stuff over…

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  • Discoveries

    Venus – that ancient goddess of carnal desire –  has a poisonous atmosphere that might, just might, hold the life of a microbe. Immediately, the microbes here on Earth began to show signs of restlessness. fighting each other for supremacy and claiming poison as their territory. Copyright A. Sepi 2020. All rights reserved

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