Hermit = a person living in solitude, recluse.
“Consciousness is a born hermit.” – George Santayana
Art by Tim White.
Engleza de joi/ Hermit
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Author Archives: Iulia Halatz
Gaze
“A philosopher once asked, “Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?” Pointless, really…”Do the stars gaze back?” Now that’s a question.” – Neil Gaiman
Yes, they do. When you’re in love.
Art by Warwick Goble.
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.
Iulia Halatz
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.
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.
Undark
With you I have hovered
Above the sea
In storm
I smelled the tropical dew
Of winter flowers…
I have seen clouds
Dissolute like dreams
Of perpetual summers…
With you I stopped
Breathing
Over the color of a
Rose.
Red like choking
Pain.
Art by Howard Pyle.
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.
Chaos
One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.
–Friedrich Nietzsche
Art by Kinuko Y Craft.
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.
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Julius Von Klever.
Engleza de joi/ Horned
Horned = crescent-shaped (literary); furnished with a horn or horns.
“Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which separate us from the invisible world.” – Gerard De Nerval
Art by Rob Gonsalves.
The moon and the sixpence
“Who are you, Martin Eden? he demanded of himself in the looking-glass, that night when he got back to his room. He gazed at himself long and curiously. Who are you? What are you? Where do you belong?” – Jack London (Martin Eden)
You belong with the legions of toil that must grub in the dirt for the sixpence. You belong with the legions that dare lift their eyes to contemplate the moon to substitute food for the dance of imagination. You belong with the vulgar and with the spirited being what carries the tinge of heaven in a smile.
You belong with all that is hard, low and unbeautiful, yet you dare live with the stars and make stardust trails. You belong by rights with the legions of strive, nevertheless in one corner of the mind there is an inverted eye that yearns for the lunarian shape-shifting beauty.
You belong by rights to creativity and labor. Creativity is vision or as Samuel Butler vanguardly put (almost two centuries ago): “When a man is in doubt about this or that in his writing, it will often guide him if he asks himself how it will tell a hundred years hence.”
Creativity is strategy. Strategy must vary as does the moon.
We are not so busy looking at the moon that we do not see the sixpence at our feet. Nor are we so engulfed in drudge that we do not see the sky. We’d better see the moon and the sixpence all at once. Our dreams and our toils should answer all our questions in the change of crescents to vanishing waning moons.
© Iulia Halatz
Art by Inma Gonzales Vazquez.
