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The Levee
Read more: The Leveea man, a dog and the pond at the bottom of the levee: brown reeds, an egret and a few muted gulls, scattered. winter lurking. a man stopping, crouching, gazing into the distance, holding on to that taut leash for dear life. his eyes across the water weighed down heavy whole with the solitude of…
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Freedom
Read more: FreedomNight was falling in the coppice-wood, each strand of light threadbare and bluish thinned out into mystery, the path darkened by shadows. The clock in the church tower struck the hour of the owls, something shrieked in the distance and a human shape approached on a bike. I clutched my umbrella with sweaty palms, my…
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Discoveries on Via Transilvanica
Read more: Discoveries on Via TransilvanicaHere comes the final act of my adventures through the ancestral hamlets of Cernei Mountains (S-W Romania) this summer, summarized in a travel article slated to appear on liternet.ro on October 11: https://atelier.liternet.ro/articol/28115/Andreea-Sepi/Catunele-din-Muntii-Cernei-sau-cum-am-ajuns-sa-batem-Via-Transilvanica-fara-sa-stim.html Only available in Romanian for the time being. But, hopefully, the pictures will speak for themselves. :-) Enjoy!
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I feed on the unspoken
Read more: I feed on the unspokenYou call it this, I call it that, the thingness of a thing is beyond our babbles labels come and go what is truly real is quiet and dark its depths crushing and warm and full of moisture like the savage mouth of an intractable lover. Like love, the world may be screamed, sighed, sucked,…
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What language do you dream in?
Read more: What language do you dream in?The brain is a funny thing. And funny things happen when your brain goes on vacation. I consider myself bilingual (Romanian and English) and I’ve been living in Germany for more than 15 years now, but never would I have thought that the German language would end up infiltrating… my dreams! My dreams, yes. For…
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Best of Romania 2021
Read more: 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
Read more: Children saying scary thingsMy 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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Wind in the tall grasses
Read more: Wind in the tall grassesToday 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
Read more: 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
Read more: Child’s playA 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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