Category Archives: Wordsmith

Writer for a new Medium publication

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I am honored to have been invited to write for another Medium publication, Literary Impulse.
A community space for LITERARY FICTION, POETRY, PHILOSOPHY, POLITICS AND DIALOGUE with a mission of ‘social change through creative endeavours’.

Over the years, writing has shaped my inner and outer life.
I started writing because of pain…
“To write with the truth of pain in your mouth is gruesome poetry … You’ll have to cut out your heart with every word and show it to the world, then hope it will heal. This is how the light gets in, also the dark. To acknowledge fear, defeat, despair and pretend serenity of a lesson learned while patching up the wounds is … Life.” – Tyrannosaurus Writing

Then I kept on writing because:
“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”
― Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

Presently I write for the following Medium publications: Blue Insights (to which I am also editor), Poetry’s Home, My Selections, Resistance Poetry, Intimately Intricate.

For me, writing is entering other worlds with my written words as keys.
Words open many doors. In written form or not.

Thank you for reading!

Also published on Substack.

Art by Christian Schloe. Source: Pinterest.

Politics is a thorny path

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“Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.” – Vincent van Gogh

Politics* is an abnormal walk on a path by the thorny bushes over precipices and under hail storms, and no flowers grow on it.
Only “flowers of the mold” or a type of flowers that whither within seconds….

But “What would life be if we didn’t dare to take things in hand?”

One must be a dreamer who is not afraid of the sawdust of dreams on his hands.
More than oftentimes I felt the powder of my shattered dreams in my mouth.
I had gone to bed desolated and depressed. The only ray of light is that I have the power to make a (slight) change…
It is very hard for someone who has always been accustomed to seeking beauty.

There is no beauty, only the constant hustle for leaving something behind.

You have no friends in politics. Only friends with agendas. Distrust at its utmost. People become narcissists because they have a mirror which stares empty in their faces. They cannot see themselves properly, so they create an inflated image of themselves to satisfy their hungry reveries…

Now I know what dreams are made of, smoke and mirrors…
In politics at times there is no silver lining, just hard overpowering awardless work. and Words… Empty words. Words devoid of meaning, words devoid of humane reasoning, words devoid of factuality. Words that add the the emptiness around.
But:
“You’re not to be so blind with patriotism that you can’t face reality. Wrong is wrong, no matter who does it or says it.”
― Malcolm X

“Let me tell you: the only way to get rid of dragons is to have one of your own.” – Evgeny Shvarts
Or be one… in the Poet’s Garden.

Firstly I am a poet, than a politician. So I must needs grow some green wings and blow some fire. Out of which some flowers will grow.

Vincent van Gogh – The Poet’s Garden III, 1888.

Also published on Substack.

*I am a local councillor in my district in Bucharest.

The Moon

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

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…

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art – Art by Yajuro Takashima. Source — Pinterest.

Also featured at Medium/ Blue Insights publication.

Greens

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We write
for love
and be loved.

And to feel
the exodus
of the shadows
in the glimmer
of tomorrow.

If my soul were a colour
it would be green.
Green has plundered
my everything
like barbarians
distant shores.

My eyes are also charmed
with the green
they pick up
from the sun…*

“Nothing is more important than summer”
and its green offerings on the altar of love…

*In the absence of the sun, my eyes are brown.

Also featured at Poetry’s Home, a Medium publication.

Art – Charles Courtney Curran

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.
Thank you for reading!

Every Day a Little Dream

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I long for a dream,
within a dream
that clears the sight
of you.

I am asleep and asleep
I feel nothing
But the cradle of your arms
like orange snakes
thrashing fears around…

Black and white tale
Shall that be…

Every night a little dream
in the dead of sleep
in the depth of you…
………………………………..
Words spatter lights
in pools.
Do not squander their yellow glare
To guard you through winter…

Featured at Poetry’s Home, at Medium.com.

© Iulia Halatz

Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art — Ivan Volkov, Tatiana Larina’s Dream from Pushkin’s ‘Eugene Onegin’, 1891. Source – Facebook

A Shark Tale

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“Back in the days when storytelling was the main form of entertainment, tales of mythical creatures abounded. Today we seem to indulge in the mere scraps of what was once an epic feast of legend.”

In this modern age, there appears another mythical creature, the shark, a protean-like coiling in the grass type of snake, ready to turn your business proceedings and agreements into dust with swift, smooth-tongued, loaded Questions…

As an entrepreneur, I have started small. I am still a small fish, and I deal with sharks and corporate companies. I have created my ‘corporate’ culture from scratch, and I have developed my business solely through growth hacking.
What I have learned when trying to impose my imaginative but new small company culture on sophisticated corporates is to strike gold, provided you know who you are and, consequently, the “protocol” to offer and create huge amounts of Value and solve problems. The more problems you solve, the better you speak the shark tongue.

Tim Ferriss once said, “A person’s success in life can usually be measured by the number of uncomfortable conversations he or she is willing to have.”

Sharks’ words are never comfortable, as they know no mercy and smell fear and disorder from afar. Whoever has never been told that his/her products or services are useless doesn’t know how to shine a carefully chosen smile in the face of the creature with disposable teeth and sink into the right order of things. Which is that there are other sharks. But when a big shark says to you, “You are no good”, then you are, because you are there sharing the same table, conference room, and presentation… On this gleeful occasion, I am thanking all the sharks in my life, the ones who have taught me to smile at the glint of rejection, and the ones who have taught me that:

“Everything you want is on the other side of fear.” – Jack Canfield

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art by Michael Sowa. Source – Pinterest

Friend or foe?

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Garcia Marquez wrote: “The worst enemy of politicians is a writer.”

I am “two in one”, writer and politician, so what does that make me?
Thanks to my dual nature, I can hide underneath the skin of a writer and shapeshift whenever necessary.
Politicians are no writers because writers write about the truth of their existence or others’. Everything a writer imagines is a form of reality lived in a different world.
In order to survive, you must carry no weight of feeling in the crooked factuality of politics.

As
“A word is not a crystal, transparent and unchanged, it is the skin of a living thought, and can vary greatly in colour and content depending on the context in which it is used.”
– Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

And
I miss the good old times when I used to find peace in front of a blank white paper. Presently I am searching for the remains of that feeling.
I always write my feelings on paper, then I type them. Encasing my words first in arranged and perfect letters seems a sacrilege for me.

I illustrate with this painting because this is where I usually live. My world is always at dusk, as this is the golden hour of the day.
Luigi Russolo – Nocturne Landscape

The Serpent Slayer

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She quit pretending she needs a hero.
She is her hero
Her own sun and stars.
She is her sunset above the sea
She is her moon in late twilights
She is her words making pools of smiles
For whom she adores.

She is the serpent slayer
and every day is a day of thunder and love.

Thank you for reading!

© Iulia Halatz
Co-author of Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective, available on Amazon and Kindle.

Art — Water snakes by Gustav Klimt. Source — Pinterest

Letters from the wind

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Today there is received
The Word of Words
The clouds of the blue
The Fern Flower
The treasure lost
in the deep of the seven mountains…

Your letter makes me
Fly
above the moon
Dream
throngs of dreams
See
billion stars
Guide
million birds
to summer lands

Taking me away…

© Iulia Halatz

Art by Jackie Morris. Source: Pinterest

Be like water

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“You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.” – Bruce Lee

In the whirlwinds of our existence we don’t look at Things… We are petrified in the rat race. When was the last time you saw the stars? A flower, the blossoming trees? Felt the wind on your face?… I have read that only 80 people on earth can remember every single day of their lives. So why should you be so angry or miserable today, when you won’t even remember Today? We probably remember the best of days that trampled upon our souls in shimmering happiness.

Be like water! Change color and flow…

There are no straight lines or sharp corners in nature. Therefore, buildings must have no straight lines or sharp corners. – Antoni Gaudi
Maybe the rumors are right, maybe Gaudi was counselled by a fairy about his high-end innovative, dream-like “curved” architecture. In this respect I am relieved and resolved to keep on talking with the fairies that at times whisper soft and pleasurable words into my ears.

Also a fairy has told me that in Love, space is curved, not straight… As Love is the most natural thing of things to feel and to flow in as if in water, smoothly and naturally spreading walls of scented charm like innocently does a plum tree. Amend the curves, give valor to them and expect nothing.
Do you think the moon expects applause when it shines above dense darkness and blinking eyes in the murky forests?

Art – Vladimir Kush

Source – Facebook

From my Substack newsletter The Stripes: https://iulia.substack.com/p/be-like-water