ROMÂNĂ – Page 11 – Writer Between Worlds

Quote of the day

“Because existence is always more decisive than words. And it was necessary, and will always remain so, to ask oneself whether this fact in not far more important than writing books or giving lectures: that each of us actualises the content in our own act of being.” Viktor Frankl – Yes to Life in Spite…
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Quote of the day

“(…) it is never a question of where someone is in life, or which profession he is in, it is only a matter of how he occupies his circle in life and fills his place. Whether a life is fulfilled does not depend on how great one’s radius of action is, but rather only on…
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Quote of the day

“It is simply learning a new language, but by the time you are through, the content of what you can talk about is monumentally different, as is the perspective from which you speak. (…) the better I got at engaging in this discourse, the more impossible it became for me to express my own ideas,…
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Quote of the day

“(…) a human being should never become a means to an end. But already in the economic system of the last few decades, most working people had been turned into mere means, degraded to become mere tools for economic life. It was no longer work that was the means to an end, a means for…
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Quote of the day

“The Copernican theory should have been humbling to human pride, but in fact the contrary effect was produced, for the triumphs of science revived human pride.” Bertrand Russel – History of Western Philosophy (The Rise of Science)
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In love

with our bodies we prayed in their mutual giving, and our souls we laid bare in hope-laden heaving – our hearts, back then, a warm, welcome den, irresistible to each other, like water, like fodder, our chests throbbing magnets with manifold facets, now trifling clocks counting down the roadblocks to fame and to glory, our…
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Blinding

blinding the sun in the autumn leaves after yesterday’s rain the smile on a child’s face when she’s healthy again headed to school to meet friends trying on a new outfit her and the planet both like plugging back the missing link in the circle of life. I need to go back to sleep but…
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The thicket

people have forged a pathway through the undergrowth, trampled the soggy earth, folded in leaves and twigs and absences, wet foliage overhead, burdened by clouds the color of sadness. my daily walk. I sidestep, eschew, go around greedy damp vegetating hands incessantly grabbing the narrowing light. I slither like a shadow among thorns. a stretch…
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People call it October (IV)

it’s fall. inexorable falling. the sun, now, nothing much but a hazy blotch of heat looking up from the water: sprawled, splayed, just light pouring, floating atop the river, blended with the chill. eddies of light quiet and deep crude glitter amid the discovery that foliage, quivering foliage can’t last; and time itself, being stripped,…
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People call it October (III)

the air is crisp and cool the leaves are crisp and dying your walk on the levee, now, a brisk jog home. the horizon, burgundy, ashen, like a once raging fire put out by the night. from the river banks, a spectral mist, rising – reeking of sweet rot, all-engulfing – makes everything forgotten: the…
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People call it October (II)

it’s always best when you don’t know where you’re going. let the path take you where you need to be. if your feet hurt, sit on the bristling grass, straddle the shoulder of that hill, whisper a loving prayer, or maybe even weep a little. put one foot forward – doesn’t matter which, but don’t…
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People call it October (I)

I walk. I think nothing of it. I walk. I hear nothing but the raspy sound my boots make on pebbles the wheezing past of dragonflies in their autumnal attire the leaves – still green, crackling dry, floating in silence without aim. people jogging, imagining they’re going places. dust. hearts beating, heaving, panting, the trunks…
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