from the diary of an artist (II)

[…] afraid of the shapes of meanings i asked words to carry them for me, hoping that their colour wouldn’t suffer that much by doing that. then i realized that shapes are fluid. always. and so were my words, in their feeble attempt to hew to my will. i envied people like Borges and Dostoyevsky … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on Christmas

Don’t let the title fool you – for two reasons. First is that this pondering of mine is scheduled. It means that I wrote it in advance and told wordpress to blog it for me at a specific moment. Normally, as some of you know, I write my Wednesday ponderings on Wednesday (thence the name, … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on apples

Last night I woke up for a few seconds and I said to myself “tomorrow’s pondering must be about apples”. Then I fell asleep again, and I have no idea why this pondering was supposed to be about that topic. But since I learned to trust my instinct (even when I’m sleeping) here I am … Continue reading

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from the diary of an artist (I)

[…] i have a favourite time of the day. of every day. it’s that moment when i stop doing anything else, when i cease any possible chore, when i simply ignore the weather, the dog’s barking, the sparrows’ needs, and miss you. i sit by the window, my gaze floating in a different dimension than … Continue reading

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Deo dignus

It’s stupid to pretend that all that happens now and ever is part of some tremendous plan, ingenious and clever. It’s idiotic, may I add, for any human being to trust the main religious rule: believing without seeing. It is absurd to claim that there’s some higher holy creature that’s father, lord, and, above all, … Continue reading

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Wednesday pondering – on giving

My kids had a small festivity at kindergarten. They sang songs, and recited poems, and then Santa Claus came and gave gifts to all of them…overall it was nice. And obviously crowded, because for each of the kids in the festivity, there was at least one adult in the public in front of them, admiring … Continue reading

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ups and downs – tanka

when climbing ladders men don’t always show their face even when it’s hard. it is in their downward path that you’ll see their true colours. © Liliana Negoi

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Wednesday pondering – on words

I did some sort of an exercise today, in order to write my (by now) traditional Wednesday pondering. I asked a friend of mine to tell me a word, around which I intended to weave my own thoughts, but without telling her what I was going to do. And her word was… “word”. So here … Continue reading

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