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POEM “Beggar”
“An address of welcome”Is every BeggarsDream,And every BeggarsDream…Is ruinedBecause they are simplyNot welcome”We meant a specialKind of Beggar” Continue reading
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ESSAY “Tradition”
I base my own opinion of it on my personal experience of looking at photographies of passed away authors, mostly from the literary era of modernism of the twentieth century. No need even to mention them, we all know who I mean, the artists of the twentienth century, mostly form the first half. Looking at… Continue reading
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POEM “Scream”
I thoughtQuentin saved Benji”The family didn’t care”I thought Popay was Marcel ProustAnd that heHad no SanctuaryAnd that The Wild PalmsWill bloomWhen there’s Light.”So we all screamed, together””And were furious about it.” Continue reading
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POEM “He said it himself”
He narrated himself’cause he knewWhat it means”To fight for memory”- he said it himselfLoudly, as he wroteHis autobiography Continue reading
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POEM “Mr. Donnely”
Mr. Donnely saidHe knows allAbout it…He pointed his fingerTo the young manAs if warning him“There will beA lot of stuffIn it”And the young manBlushed, politelySaying “Thank you” Continue reading
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POEM “Polly”
Polly fell in loveWith a guyThe motherWas divine about itTolerated PollysInnocence- ’cause PollyDid not yet knowWhat awaits herWith men. Continue reading
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POEM “Another I”
“Chronicles of disorders,Awakened one of myConsciences” so I gotThe strangest ideaThat “I” am yetTo be born… Continue reading
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ESSAY “Reaching the Self”
Have you encountered that one situation, mostly that happens in childhood or early adolescence, when you succumb to something that crushes you, most probably an authority. Like in psychoanalitic sense you reach something stronger than you that is you come in front of that what we call superego and it strips you naked and apart… Continue reading
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New book “Firmly, we are characters”
Here I start exploring literary characters And what we can do with and without them so I start with the poem “Molly and Leonard” Molly was doingHer make up,Till she fellDownTired – to sleepAnd just toNarrate the whole dayLeonarad was experiencing. Continue reading
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ESSAY “Orlando”
Woolf is one of the modernists who always, after reading her work holds us firmly in her grip and won’t let go, like many modernists of the twentieth century do. Modernism seems therefore like a labyrinth from which we need to find a way out and become firmly ourselfs or we lose ourselves in the… Continue reading
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