W. Somerset Maugham

Coffee and Somerset for me …

W. Somerset Maugham- 25 January 1874 – 16 December 1965.

Uncanny observer of human nature and my personal trainer and influencer:

“It was a night so beautiful that your soul seemed hardly able to bear the prison of the body.”

“Irony is a gift of the gods, the most subtle of all the modes of speech. It is an armour and a weapon; it is a philosophy and a perpetual entertainment; it is food for the hungry of wit and drink to those thirsting for laughter…”

“The faculty for myth is innate in the human race. It seizes with avidity upon any incidents, surprising or mysterious, in the career of those who have at all distinguished themselves from their fellows, and invents a legend to which it then attaches a fanatical belief. It is the protest of romance against the commonplace of life.”

“All the words I use in my stories can be found in the dictionary—it’s just a matter of arranging them into the right sentences.”

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His stories are as simple and as beautiful as cherry blossoms in the moonlight

Art – Kaii Higashiyama, Cherry blossoms in the moonlight, 1982

Moon and Mine

“Who are you?”
I asked.

I am a piece of heaven
that reveals the most
to ones in love…

They see the sea
and the tiptoeing stars
barely touching the milky lanes.

Under constellations
Their faces glitter
with words released
yet not spoken…
They are the children
of the stars…
that take away the meaning
of twilights and dawns.

The dust of stars
speaks more
than the sun.

Iulia Halatz

Corfiot Moon by the author

Featured at Medium.com/Blue Ingsights

Be a good steward of your gifts

“Tell the whole truth. Don’t be lazy, don’t be afraid. Close the critic out when you are drafting something new. Take chances in the interest of clarity of emotion.
Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular hours.”
Jane Kenyon

Art by Eugene Lushpin.

To be in love

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones

Spoils of the Evening

When I’m not in the right place
I take a step
look into the heart
of a stone
cloud
moonbeam
memory
and get drunk
with the shades
of night’s wish
to light the world…

© Iulia Halatz

Also published at Medium.com.
I am honored to be a Medium writer and editor.

Art – Hans Dieter

Pearlovski

Pearlovski in the late-winter’s sun creating a cobweb of light

If Spring comes, can Winter be far behind?*

Original quote – “If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?” – Percy Bysshe Shelley, Ode to the West Wind

Time Thief

Love is a time thief
Perched in the tree of gold
adorned with emerald leaves
sparkling of hope in the dark.

Notwithstanding love is one
dimension to the solar knowledge
ingratiating
the strangeness of a country
that isn’t yours.

Iulia Halatz

Published at Medium.com.
Art — “Whispering Eve” by British artist William Gilbert Foster (1855–1906)

Melancholy

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter’s night.”
Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room

Forge on a Winter’s Night by Svend Svendson (Norwegian/American, 1864-1945)

The Lily of the valley

“The Lily of the valley, breathing in the humble grass
Answer’d the lovely maid and said: “I am a watry weed,
And I am very small, and love to dwell in lowly vales;
So weak, the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head;
Yet I am visited from heaven, and he that smiles on all
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand,
Saying: ‘Rejoice, thou humble grass, thou new-born lily flower,”
William Blake, The Book of Thel, and the Marriage of Heaven and Hell

Art – Kelly Louise Judd