Fall.
The time of unrest.
The space between seasons.
The riotous clamour of colour and the whisper of falling leaves, rustling…
The melody is created in the space between scream and whisper,
as between death and rebirth arises the music of life.
Category: Poetry
-
Autumn Stained Glass
-
Reflection
Over the years
I became so used to seeing myself reflected in your eyes –
I forget to look in the mirror…
At the end of the day,
this is the only reflection that matters. -
Surrealism
For me, the value of surrealism is not in showing something unusual,
it is in making us look at ordinary things anew…
Seeing what somebody else made up is nothing compared to co-creating a world! -
Imagination
By its nature, fiction is limited to what its’ author already knows.
Only realism and exploration have a chance
of actually expanding the universe of our cultural imagination. -
In memoriam
The Museum of Natural History.
A monument to Darwin and a memorial to intellectual courage.
To those few who really did not want to make a fuss,
but also could not live with themselves
without stating: “E pur si muove!”
To those, to whom we owe our freedom.
Thank you. -
Enter At Your Own Risk
Ontogenesis repeats phylogenesis…
As in individual psyche,
when the walls we have built in our cultures start cracking,
the horrors from the past come through
and remind us of a large part of who we are.
Enter at your own risk… -
Age
With the preponderance of advertising and its focus on youth and sex
(easy selling points, to be sure),
age is becoming more and more of a negative in our cultures.
It is amusing to think that, as we buy into the idea,
we set ourselves up for logically inevitable failure…
But you’ve got to laugh, right? -
Contemporary Fairy Tales
I dislike contemporary fairy tales…
Not the folk tales they are often based on –
they were the tools for understanding the world,
and true to it.
They were about love and indifference,
loyalty and betrayal,
blood, sweat, tears, joy and laughter.
They were about making decisions and growing up…
Contemporary fairy tales are almost exactly the opposite:
fairy dust glitters,
wishes come true,
everyone remains infantile and lives happily ever after…
The only things they teach are entitlement and disappointment.
Have you ever met a bride whose wedding
lived up to her expectations?
