I started writing about my failures. I have created my own mythology.
Passion for everything I do is a unicorn.
Fear of being rejected is an olyphant.
Impossible dreams echo in my ears as siren songs.
Fear of not being able to make my humane appeal understood is a saber-toothed cat which tears at my flesh with clawed words.
This is the bestiary of entrapment in the world of “Not Knowing”.
“You have to learn to live in the ‘not knowing’ ” or in Equilibrium. This way you will fear less and become fearless.
– Iulia Halatz
Art by Waldemar Kazak
“Happiness…not in another place but this place, not for another hour but this hour.”
– Walt Whitman
Photo – Kirk Douglas, 1953
“Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present.”
– Albert Camus
Vincent van Gogh
“One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.”
– Sigmund Freud
“One does not discover new lands without consenting to lose sight of the shore for a very long time.”
– Andre Gide
Art – Catrin Welz-Stein
“I love borders. August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. The border is longing: when both have fallen in love but still haven’t said anything. The border is to be on the way. It is the way that is the most important thing.”
– Tove Jansson, Moominvalley in November
“Love is never any better than the lover. Wicked people love wickedly, violent people love violently, weak people love weakly, stupid people love stupidly, but the love of a free man is never safe. There is no gift for the beloved. The lover alone possesses his gift of love. The loved one is shorn, neutralized, frozen in the glare of the lover’s inward eye.”
– Toni Morrison – The Bluest Eye
Art – Illustration for “Swan Lake,” by Gabriel Pacheco
“The helpful thought for which you look is written somewhere in a book.”
– Edward Gorey
The Merman’s Rhyme
written by: Iulia Halatz
He has no love
and cold whispering trees
that were in bloom
under the last dim moon.
He has seen
the unseizable moors
that glitter and dance
in the wandering waves.
He has crossed his Rubicon
The enchantress’ songs
took him along
until he crossed the line of
glimmering waters and fog
with a feral nod.
Photo: Sunrise in Zakynthos
She says: “Be the one who cares, make words so disruptive that they create new worlds, hopes and dreams. Even if we are unhappy dinosaurs and find shelter in an Iron Tale or ruminate about feeling too much, whilst declaring colorless apparel, we should take power and strength from our stories.”
Her published poems can be found in The Sudden Denouement Anthology Volume I.
“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”
– Orson Welles
Nadia Attura – Cactus Nights