Chatarsis
июня 9, 2017 5:17
Deplina-mi existență a fost cutremurată
de către cei mai caști zei,
tocmai pentru a conștientiza
certul destin final .
Natura consimte să te unească de mine,
de omul înverșunat care sunt .
Ce amenți rozalii se ivesc în colțurile
gurii tale atunci când îmi surâzi
și se alungesc până-n ochii tăi febrili
plesnind într-un crepuscul de foc,
în care de mult vreau să mistuiesc .
Între timp noi imprimăm anii de grandoare și conturăm o bravă istorie aparte.
Ah, în ce estetic chatarsis mă învălui !
Humanity Is Our Business (1/7): The Overall Vision
июня 9, 2017 5:14
From time to time it comes to seem appropriate to republish a much earlier sequence from 2009 on the Bahá’í approach to healing our wounded world. Recent events across many countries again makes it seem timely to revisit this sequence. The posts will appear over the next two weeks.
Who Do You Think You Are?
We were half way through a new series of the popular BBC show, Who Do You Think You Are, which sees celebrities exploring the secrets of their family trees, reacting to their unpredictable discoveries with a combination of tears and elation. It was fascinating viewing and its popularity tells us a lot about where we look when we are seeking clues to our identity.
Our search could take another direction altogether. Instead of looking to the past we could look towards the future. Instead of seeing ourselves shaped by ancestral experiences and our genetic heritage, and behaving accordingly…
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Hurting – Fiction in Five Sentences
июня 9, 2017 5:13
Tears ran down the bridge of Jane’s little nose and fell on Captain.
Huddled near her best friend Captain she tried to drown out their screaming voices.
She never liked it when they fought and they seemed to do it more and more.
Dad would storm out and disappear for days and mum would go round the bend all teary and mad.
She wished she was back at her gran’s house.
© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
trench man #5: the nature of the job
июня 9, 2017 5:13
his job
is the creation
of absence
each shovel filled
is a movement
into
negative space
the measure
of his work
is the quality
of removal
straight walls
level floor
just so
high
just so
wide
all of it filled
through his diligence
with nothing
© Frank Prem, 2017
June 2017 Poem #14: tba
