The Testament

Wishful thinking - I will never experience again a toothache!

Working on it!

My Highness

Although I am in a somewhat open competition with my nephew regarding who is the heighest, I am rather  forced to collect my victories from interracting with others, as well. Okay, I admitted last year that my nephew had outgrown me, but that happened a year ago. People get busy, they forget, and we can play with that.

Today my next-door neighbor stopped me to ask if I'd been looking for him. That someone had told him a tall, young lady from next door had been looking for him. I grinned with delight, told him that I hadn't been looking for him, but that I was glad he found me tall, and curtsied.

The man looked at me for a moment in amazement, but said nothing. Then it dawned on me that (impressively!) not everyone is aware of my youth and height. And maybe they should be!

More Pink

Food for thought – No one can be just like me, anyway!

Vlad Lives On!

Today marks 103 years since Vlad Mușatescu was born. I’m so glad, dear master, that you came into this world and left us your books!

My 10reasons remain valid.

Ex Igni Natus – Alex Andronic

When I cry, I dissolve.

When I write, I rebuild myself.

I rebuild my flesh from paper,

I glue my soul with ink

until all that hurts becomes poetry.

(a stanza from the poem “Why do I write when I feel like crying?”)

 

Naturalness is the word to which I would summarize Alex Andronic's entire volume of poems. With one addition, that naturalness flows in two ways. You get the sense that the poet sat down, wrote the poems, and then they found their way to the reader. Far be it from me to think that they were written in haste, but the feelings, the images, the sensations show themselves to the reader with an extraordinary naturalness. And on the other hand, the reader accesses them marvelously simply. When things seem simple, there's a lot of complexity behind it, at least that much I know.

 

I found happiness

in the middle of an ordinary day,

in a corner of the beach

where clams swam

without fear of drowning.

 

I enjoyed reading Alex Andronic's novels (“Confused”, “Return to Myself” and “Remain to Me” ), and it was a delight to discover him now also as a poet. “The Puppeteer”, “The Coin of Love”, “The Shadow Show”, “Lemon Peel”, “What Would Time Say?” are just a few of my favorites.

It is natural to feel, although lately it seems to me that we are under pressure to hide ourselves, not to show that we feel, that we live, that we vibrate. I have enjoyed reading the volume “Ex Igni Natus” and savoring the uplifting thing that poetry does by making us remember that we are humans and that we feel.

And at the end, other stanzas, because you don't have to trust in the words I write, but in the lyrics:

 

A whispered voice slowly puts me down:

Success is not yours,

it's all a farce.

Every victory smells of deceit,

like a wax mask melting in the sun,

a cheap trick only I know.

 

My empty gaze,

in the mirror of doubt,

sees a foreign face, always someone else.

My successes are always happenstance,

accidents on wrong paths,

while the real me lies hidden behind the scenes.

(stanzas from the poem “The Shadow Show”)

‘The Corporation’ and ‘Laura Rise – Detained’

I am very glad to let you know that Ildiko has in her reading list my two latest books (non-fiction and fiction).

Written in The Stars