My long journey to Paterson

I meant to sit down and write about many other movies. “Moonlight”, for instance, made me experience stomach pangs unlike any I had felt in a while and that, indeed, I had forgotten. I was there with the characters during the long, tension-filled, concluding scene, feeling their fear, hesitation, shame, resolve to go through with what they must. It tired me but, in the end, … Continue reading My long journey to Paterson

One hundred and some lines

Above, Paul Cézanne's Leda and the Swan

Below, a personal reflection that rings true and universal. Especially on this day, an hour before Donald Trump begins his presidency, instead of changing our profile photos, tweeting our loss of hope, crying publicly over Obama and, overall, taking pleasure and indulging in our "despair", these lines reminded me that we can also think about how we got here. To take a gentle, perhaps scary step back rather than run aggressively, blindly forward. Although there are no clear answers, in the lines of this poem or elsewhere, for that matter, there is something to be said about pointing fingers everywhere, equally, indiscriminately and being truthful with ourselves.

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Love and Endless Desire by Edna St. Vincent Millay – My favorite sonnets

For me, her name has always sounded like the name of an exotic, dangerous volcano. As it turned out – after I read her poetry – my instincts were not too far off. The adjective that most succinctly describes the poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay is “incendiary”. Perhaps not aggressively so, but incendiary, nonetheless. Her poems do not explode in a thousand burning flames, … Continue reading Love and Endless Desire by Edna St. Vincent Millay – My favorite sonnets

Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska

I prefer movies. I prefer cats. I prefer the oaks along the Warta. I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky. I prefer myself liking people to myself loving mankind. I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case. I prefer the color green. I prefer not to maintain that reason is to blame for everything. I prefer exceptions. I prefer to leave early. I … Continue reading Possibilities by Wislawa Szymborska

’T is so much joy! by Emily Dickinson

Emily Dickinson on the joy of taking a risk and on the paradox in the beauty of loss and in the panic of success. ‘T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy! If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so This side the victory! Life is but life, … Continue reading ’T is so much joy! by Emily Dickinson

Migjeni – Albania’s little big poet

The Songs Unsung Migjeni (Millosh Gergj Nikolla) is considered to be Albania’s national poet of “misery”, partly of his own but mostly that of man, in general. This initially off-putting, yet beautifully accurate, title is the result of his heart-wrenching descriptions of his squalid surroundings. No Albanian poet had neither dared nor cared to tell this particular truth until then. At least not quite in … Continue reading Migjeni – Albania’s little big poet