Monthly Archives: September 2017

Engleza de joi/ Lurk

Lurk =  to wait or move in a secret way so that you cannot be seen.

“You must write every single day of your life… You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads… may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.”
Ray Bradbury

Art by Anton Pieck.

 

I am a forest

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Friederich Nietzsche

I am a cloud, and a siege of tornadoes: but he who is not afraid of my swirl, will find banks of rainbows beneath my grey.
I am a gale, and the yearn to push boats ahaven: but he who is not afraid of my blow, will fly with the skylarks.
I am a sea, and a green of waves: but he who is not afraid of my abyss, will swim away with the mermaids.
I am the night, and the thrill of dark dreams: but he who is not afraid of my nightmares, will fall sleep with the daffodils.

 

The moon

In the evening
with my eyelashes
I kill all the events of the day
I choke perceptions and
reveries green
That could be real
Pending dream.

In the evening

with my fingers

I spin yarns

For your sweet bedlams…

“I’ll be looking at the moon,
but I’ll be seeing you.”
Michael Ondaatje

 

Art by Yajuro Takashima.

Engleza de joi/ Foretell

Foretell = to tell beforehand, to predict.

“The moon is dark, and the gods dance in the night; there is terror in the sky, for upon the moon hath sunk an eclipse foretold in no books of men or of earth’s gods.”
– H. P. Lovecraft

 

Art by Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky.

Engleza de joi/ Exhilarated

Exhilarated = make (someone) feel very happy, animated, or elated.

“Live the full life of the mind, exhilarated by new ideas, intoxicated by the Romance of the unusual.”
Ernest Hemingway

 

Art by Charles Courtney Curran.

What is the sound of a feeling?

It is what you hear
as vibe of Love
like thunderstorms
stripping the coat
of your soul.
You are undressed and protected
when sounds propagate
to create a garden of lilies

touching the ravishing gold
of water
rippling with innocence
and magnificence
in the winds
in the winters
and in the snows of June.

Art by Julius Von Klever.