Writer Between Worlds

Soulful writing about humans and places

Category: Cultură

  • 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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  • Quote of the day

    “Education, in the sense in which I mean it, may be defined as the formation, by means of instruction, of certain mental habits and a certain outlook on life and the world. (…) The search for an outside meaning that can compel an inner response must always be disappointed: all “meaning” must be at bottom…

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  • Quote of the day

    “Understanding a people’s culture exposes their normalness without reducing their particularity. (…) It renders them accessible: setting them in the frame of their own banalities, it dissolves their opacity.” Clifford Geertz – The Interpretation of Cultures (Basic Books Classics)

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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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  • Scrisoare către Biserica mea

    Simt cum alunec. Simt cum mă pierd: tot mai adesea pe margini, tot mai adesea departe. Simt cum mă smintește fiecare creștet de femeie încovoiat și îmbrobodit, de parcă demnitatea luminoasă a făpturii umane, suficient de bună ca Dumnezeu să coboare în ea, e o vinovăție perpetuă ce trebuie mereu împilată și pironită cu ochii…

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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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  • To Belong

    when she first discovered water she did not go in. she stood hypnotized. it was too wonderful. she was, like the lot of us, gripped by a fear of drowning, arrested by the vastness and the gleaming. to discover beauty is to discover the heaviness of self and the terror of irreversible sinking. but look…

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  • The Racket

    poetry, philosophy, society

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  • River Revival

    Trying to stay in shape during social distancing. A river, a grove, a few less trodden paths on a sun-flooded morning. Glimpses of real beauty. And a little piece of heaven. Copyright A. Sepi 2020. All rights reserved  

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  • Hold them in your hands

    Dear friends, My poems have now become a thing. A something you can buy and hold in your hands. You can turn them into paper airplanes and give my words wings, you can write comfort food recipes on their back, or you can put them on your bookshelf for the benefit of generations to come…

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  • Behold the searing wind*

    It is upon us. Its blistering tongues lurk behind the levee, They pounce like savage beasts Mercilessly they wheeze Blowing the tumbleweeds against my doorstep.   A goodbye kiss, crackling dry. Deserted yards, howling.   The yellow earth swelling and swirling, It is in my eyes, my nostrils, my teeth. Every time I spit, I…

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