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Which poem reminds you of your childhood?

Which poem reminds you of your childhood? Either because you read it as a child or because when you read it, it resonates with your inner child.

A Bird, came down the Walk
by EMILY DICKINSON

A Bird, came down the Walk –
He did not know I saw –
He bit an Angle Worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw,

And then, he drank a Dew
From a convenient Grass –
And then hopped sidewise to the Wall
To let a Beetle pass –

He glanced with rapid eyes,
That hurried all abroad –
They looked like frightened Beads, I thought,
He stirred his Velvet Head. –

Like one in danger, Cautious,
I offered him a Crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers,
And rowed him softer Home –

Than Oars divide the Ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or Butterflies, off Banks of Noon,
Leap, plashless as they swim.

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Art – Charles van Sandwyk.

Honored to be a Kintell advisor

I am honored to be a Kintell advisor.

I CAN HELP YOU WITH:

Creative writing
IELTS, ICFE, ILEC, BEC preparation
Intercultural communication

https://kintell.com/advisors/iulia-halatz/creative-writing

I love words. I cherish idioms, jargon, and vernacular language. The most I love is Pan’s Labyrinth or a treasure trove of wordwork. Which blind-numbs my eyes and mind. Then I have the eyesight of Argus and my mind channels the hands of Vulcan.

I have a BA in English language and civilization, and I hold a second degree in economics. I have more than 20 years’ experience in teaching and writing academic pieces about finance, accounting, business, law, marketing. I have created one-of-a-kind courses and tailored product descriptions for my corporate customers.

I am a teacher of English, and I am in love with words. I write stories. Simple stories. About dreams and goals, failure and foible, fallacy and reality, blossoming and withering. And I want to know about your passions and dreams, wishes and hopes, blossoming and flourishing…And the spears from life that make us glint. Even so, I am a dreamer on a cloud. As dreams cost nothing… In ordinary days, I am a word-weaver for stories that build ladders. On the best of days, I follow the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. I am grateful to all the colors of the world and to the people who read, laugh, smile, and drop a line here.
Iulia Halatz

My interview for Sudden Denouement Publishing

Interview Questions for Sudden Denouement

1. What name do you write under?
Iulia Halatz

2. In what part of the world do you live? Tell us about it.
I live in Bucharest, Romania, a small beautiful country in South-East Europe, washed by the Black Sea, watered by the Danube river, cleansed by the Danube Delta, guarded by the Carpathian Mountains, envisaged in many stories and legends. I have written more about the magic of my country here: https://mohamadkarbi.com/2017/04/15/romania/.

I am Romanian
I tremble with the moon
Building shapes of light
Into rippling pools
After the rain of summer…

3. Please tell us about yourself.
I am a teacher with 25 years’ experience and I manage my own school of languages.
I am a passionate cyclist. I never say: “I am happy”, but I say: “I am cycley.” (Of course, inspired by J M. Barrie.)

My power sentence (one of them) is: “Stories are our meat and our magic.” Nevertheless, because our culture doesn’t think storytelling is (still) sacred, I have to keep it rolling, keep writing and telling until I’ve got it half licked.
I picture myself as a storyteller and I inhabit the stories I write.
Whenever people do not “speak” to me, I resort to the powerful communicative skills of the world, I visit a tree and the lake and I start writing a story to have new armour and new citadel … I’ve got it twofold licked.

4. If you have a blog or website, please provide the name and the link.
http://www.seocopywriting.ro/

5. When did you begin your blog/website, and what motivated you start it?

Some time ago (2012) I was put in a prison. The bars and locks were invisible to the eye, but essential. Then I started forging a way to freedom, a secret underground passage. Paved with words painted in blood. The bars and locks flung open.

6. What inspires/motivates you to keep blogging on your site?
For me writing is a form of freedom…
It is like digging for gold. I keep on digging and excavating until the steel of words transmutes into gold of wonder….
I keep on writing but not publishing on my blog (for a while). I was sort of harassed through my blog so I decided to keep silent for a while. But I write new pieces for SD and new bricks for finishing building my imago mundi.

7. What does “Divergent Literature” mean to you?
Divergently FreeWriters.
Divergent literature is for me a brush of green-warm air above the sea, aliver than life itself. Is represents a hubristic place of wonder.
I have written more here: http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2017/12/12/divergent/.

8. SD Founder Jasper Kerkau frequently talks about Sudden Denouement writers using the ‘secret language’. What is it?
It is (for me) speaking and writing in many alphabets, there is an alphabet for Love, an alphabet for Freedom, one for the lust for Life…

9. What are your literary influences?
My ordinary order in any given pub is: “Coffee and Somerset for me.” As in Somerset Maugham.
Magnificent and humble storyteller: “Will, love, and imagination are magic powers that everyone possesses; and whoever knows how to develop them to their fullest extent is a magician. Magic has but one dogma, namely, that the seen is the measure of the unseen.”
He could peer in the depth of the human soul. He measured it in tales not fathoms.

Mr. Michael Ondaatje has no longer divided time in Minutes, but in Loves. “The heart is an organ of fire.” Our minds, body, limbs, souls are organs of fire.

Jack London: “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?”
I would name his “mythology”, The Moon and the Sixpence, as he trudged for the both.

10. Has any of your work been published in print? (books, literary magazines, etc.) How did that happen?
Yes, some of my pieces have been published in Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.

11. Do you have writing goals? What are they?
– To have the clarity of a poem by Michael Ondaatje.
– To write the truest sentences/stanzas that I know.
– To develop my blue alphabet of the Silent Spring, as “language is lackless and limitless”.
– I am of the opinion that the good people have created mythologies. I would like to create one of my own.

12. Which pieces of your own writing are your favorites? Please share a few links.

http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/06/16/writers-of-the-imperfect-maps-2/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2019/08/07/iulia-halatz-trapeze-artist-of-the-moon/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2019/12/20/morning-mist-at-medium-com/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/07/03/allowance-at-medium/
http://blog.seocopywriting.ro/2020/03/20/early-liliac-spring-at-spillwords/

13. What else would like to share about your writing, or yourself?
As my word is freedom, for me Sudden Denouement is the purest form of freedom on the rarest of quests. I feel my imagination roaming the fields and painting walls in search of wild horses. The words I have found on SD open for me more and more eyes every day.
I am a newborn Argus.

Lettered Jailer featured at Medium.com

Lettered Jailer

You look so sane
potentially careful and serene
Smirk-at-arms
atoning for
the perfumed gaiety
and colorless skies.

The fire in the autumn
dictates the ice in the new moon.

My love,
When are you going to make up your mind?
Set me free
word upon word
I throw in your face
unsubmissive of your bars…
When are you going to break the gloom?
Sorrowless
is your world
You grow your stamina
from my pain…

Minstrels sing of legendary lands
You sing of the legendary cavern
lettered for me.

Some words are
like the spring wind
building with
cherry blossoms
the library
of scent…

Some words
tell
the snows of June
makeshift
a gilded cage
Lit only by a shadow…

Your words are the haze
that glimmers in the distance
Dystopian love
ruling
over eight kingdoms.

One day
I am walking
in a field of poppies
with a sun
that clears
a golden path for me.

The next day
I am bleeding
on thistles and thorns.

You are betrayer
of words
and pilferer of dreams…

Your love expires
every time we drink
the shade of the evening
and the rumours in the stars.

https://medium.com/blueinsight/lettered-jailer-e6a47d9b9dd3
© Iulia Halatz

Art – Helmut Newton

Leave abysses behind

I understand predicaments. I lived through them. I was in a sort of similar situation (family “backstabbing”). After I left the limbo, something broke and the words and the odds have become simple and clear. As in a song sheltered by the desert.
Indeed, you are right. After, we have nothing but possibilities, to build and to fly.
You have created wonderful dominions with the power of your mind and imagination. And we have the same engine that sets us going, doing better and leaving abysses behind.

SALVADOR DALÍ (1904-1989) -Woman at the window in Figueres,1926

Love is The Fifth Season

Love is the fifth season
It starts in March
With shines of longer days,
guarding the waters more.

It moves along with
greens and joys of May.
It flourishes above the lilacs
And with you I sleep
Amidst lilies-of-the-valley…

It drifts down July dusks
Colored in bluish touches.
……………………………………………
October is the beginning of times
Cutting edges and bringing back
Memories of youth.
Now it is the season to embrace
The truth…

This is an old poem from year 2015.

Also published at Medium.com.

© Iulia Halatz

Art – Viktor Vasnetsov

What’s the most epic book ever written?

The Story of San Michele by Axel Munthe

“A man can stand a lot as long as he can stand himself. He can live without hope, without friends, without books, even without music, as long as he can listen to his own thoughts.”

“We know that we are going to die, in fact it is the only thing we know of what is in store for us. All the rest is mere guesswork, and most of the time we guess wrong. Like children in the trackless forest we grope our way through our lives in blissful ignorance of what is going to happen to us from one day to another, what hardships we may have to face, what more or less thrilling adventures we may encounter before the great adventure, the most thrilling of all, the Adventure of Death.”

“Happiness we can only find in ourselves, it is a waste of time to seek for it from others, few have any to spare. Sorrow we have to bear alone as best we can, it is not fair to try to shift it on others, be they men or women. We have to fight our own battles and strike as hard as we can, born fighters as we are.”

“To my amazement, I have heard that there are people who have never seen a gnome. I can’t help pitying these people. I am certain there must be something wrong with their eyesight.”

Answer featured in Quora Digest.

All Roads Lead To Rome

written by: Iulia Halatz

All words lead to Love
And the poetry in the afterLove

I wish I wrote poems
For the dreamers of barren lands.
They do not go to Rome
They go to places
That cannot be.

Maybe love is a colourless, odourless
stainless haze
We see through
with the eyes of
the bricked sky,
pathless oceans
walled shrubberies
streeted lunarian trails
breathing and tingling
scents
In the perfect nightmare
of flowers…
Vines reward our sun
with the sweetness
of grapes
wedded in perpetuity with
the linear shades of amber.

From a Good Place
Where joy is an illumination
To the Place that Cannot Be
They would have worn
The silver claw
of the Moon
above their heads
nightly
daily
musingly
vibrantly…

Also published at Spillwords.com and featured at Quora Digest.

Buried moon at Medium.com

Buried moon, buried moon
Who to talk about at noon
When dreams are plundered by light
And powdered in gold and charcoal dust.

Crescent fairies are sad in the rouse
and at falter to surmise
the scanty slumbering traces
that led stupors into trenches.

The owners of the light
Do not know its might
and the pleasure of the sun
to astound and burn above…

Buried moon, buried moon
I want you soon…

As to play my feral dreams
around the all surviving tunes!

© Iulia Halatz

Published at Medium.com.

Art – Buried moon by Edmund Dulac.

The Moon

I wrote this in 2017.

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…

Also published at Spillwords.com.
Also featured in Quora Digest.

Art by Yajuro Takashima.