Monthly Archives: May 2020

Iron Tales at Blue Insights

I am honored and proud to share my Iron Tales at Blue Insights, under ‘Blog Novels’, a section for writers who have published books they want to share on Medium.

The first Iron Tale is “What can I give you?” published in Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon.

What can I give you? I am the blue
as imagined by a blind
and the roots of knowledge
as watered by a scholar.

I am the yellow
wind and the mauve
respond of light
perched
in the ubiquitous trees
tethered in the clouds
that barely scratch
the sky.

I am the green
storm and colorless waves
that wished upon a mountain
to break water in tryst
with the sun.

Not by blindness
we can reorder colors
but by the painting of a soul
in a moment tender
as the liquid moon
is quivering above the forest.

© Iulia Halatz

https://medium.com/blueinsight/what-can-i-give-you-275cb1c6351a

Blue Flower in poetry

I have answered this question on Quora:
What’s a good symbol or image for poetry other than the raven?

A Blue Flower was a central symbol of inspiration for the Romanticism movement, and remains an enduring motif in Western art today. It stands for desire, love, and the metaphysical striving for the infinite and unreachable. It symbolizes hope and the beauty of things.

German author Novalis used the symbol in his unfinished Bildungsroman, entitled Heinrich von Ofterdingen. After contemplating a meeting with a stranger, the young Heinrich von Ofterdingen dreams about a blue flower which calls to him and absorbs his attention.

The blue flower symbolizes the joining of humanity with nature and the spirit so the understanding of nature and of the self is growing.

Art – Vincent van Gogh

Becoming a Redwood

Becoming a Redwood by Dana Gioia

Unimaginable the redwoods on the far hill,
rooted for centuries, the living wood grown tall
and thickened with a hundred thousand days of light.

The old windmill creaks in perfect time
to the wind shaking the miles of pasture grass,
and the last farmhouse light goes off.

Something moves nearby. Coyotes hunt
these hills and packs of feral dogs.
But standing here at night accepts all that.

You are your own pale shadow in the quarter moon,
moving more slowly than the crippled stars,
part of the moonlight as the moonlight falls,

Part of the grass that answers the wind,
part of the midnight’s watchfulness that knows
there is no silence but when danger comes.

A graduate of Stanford Business School, Gioia claims to be “the only person, in history, who went to business school to be a poet.”

Blue Insights offers ‘Blog Novels’

We are glad to offer you, yet another opportunity to share your writing. The new section ‘Blog Novels’ are for writers who have published books they want to share on Medium.
https://medium.com/blueinsight/blue-insights-offers-blog-novels-dece5cc36985

I am honored and humbled to share my Iron Tales at ‘Blog Novels‘.


Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash.

Calmly We Walk through This April’s Day

“May memory restore again and again
The smallest color of the smallest day:
Time is the school in which we learn,
Time is the fire in which we burn.”
Delmore Schwartz

This is a repost from last year, as I have read fewer simpler and more true-to-the-heart words as Delmore’s.

I illustrate with a May flower, Iris by Albrecht Dürer.

Luminous Blues

Luminous Blues at Blue Insights

Written by Francine Fallara

https://medium.com/blueinsight/luminous-blues-22e453bddb91


Photo by Vincent Giersch on Unsplash

Francine Fallara
Passionate, genuine and creative simple girl striving daily to keep my inner rebel warrior alive. Music lover. Exploration Geologist Consultant.

Biking else matters

Cycle positive!
One of the latest and finest piece of news is that parks will be open for visitors, pedestrians, nature-lovers,… bikers with a hankering for new May sunsets and sycamore trees.
I haven’t seen a blooming tree since the 11th March. Like all addicts, I can remember precisely when I had the last cycling dose in the library of trees.

Lately, I have read that the U.S. is facing a severe bicycle shortage as global supply chains, disrupted by the virus outbreak, try to meet the surge in demand. Many shops are low on inventory or sold out. – https://www.nytimes.com/2020/05/18/nyregion/bike-shortage-coronavirus.html?smid=linkedin

Apparently, I have beaten the rush as I have two of them. I have read on LinkedIn that bicycles are presently called the freedom machines.
I can’t help remembering those times when I declared myself part of the free bikefolk, 3 years ago:

Cycling is my absolute passion. I do not care too much about anything else, with the exception of what I do, which has many layers of passion, and roller-skating. I recite incantations for the weather to stay fine until late December. Come to think, for 4 or 5 years we haven’t had snow in Bucharest for Christmas. And I bought my bike 5 years ago. Before, I was a roller-skater. I decided to switch the hat the moment a biker screamed at me pointing that the bike lane was for cyclists. And this is how I changed “denomination”.
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2018/01/02/biking-else-matters-5/

Art – David Hockney

Tailored Ink

Meet Han-Gwon Lung, CEO & Co-Founder of Tailored Ink

There is no one “right” road for everyone to take. Do what feels best for you.
Read the full article: https://businesscollective.com/han-gwon-lung-tailored-ink/index.html

Domenico Gnoli – Babylon