the collapse

The hours of pleasure, joy -- breathless over some book, and there was the night an eternity that had long ago begun [as the evening before]. Fragments. Shapes. Blurred, vague and  unclear forms  of your own "I" [carefully hidden between lines; behind the solemn silence of the words], in someone else's writing: Together we were … Continue reading the collapse

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encounter

My favorite means of communication is otherworldly: dreams—meeting in dreams. These moments of yearning & craving  that flares up -- over and over again! -- in a burn-out heart; the wild, stormy waves of longing that the calmness of my soul disturbing  -- when I meet you in someone else's poems: You are like night, calmed, … Continue reading encounter

nocturnal symphony

The quiet breathing of the night. The dim light of the street-lamps on the window sill. The solitude of trees in the deserted street. [Overture to the nocturnal symphony of the silence... ] The sleep is not my friend tonight... I'm an outcast of the dream... a hermit of the silence; a sleepless man who wanders through the … Continue reading nocturnal symphony

ritual

I'm waiting  -- patiently -- with my coworker for my daily caffeine dose at Starbuck (near my workplace.) Behind the glass of the entrance doors appeasers a blond girl, with the red cap and ocean-blue bag.  She comes in, sits down at the free table, looks around (somehow absent; with an empty, resigned gaze), the … Continue reading ritual

cadence

Stillness. Serenity. Cold, grey indifference of half-darkened rom. The theme of solitude in the faded moonlight on the ceiling and on the walls; it's treacherous calm which in itself cultivates a bitter fruit of deception. Outside -- night compact as crude oil. The evening has dark color of blind thoughts and living pain. I think of … Continue reading cadence

debris

Sabotage of transience: The most beautiful remembrance of you, is no longer in my heart -- but yet, it lives in the moist breath of the rain. Lethargy. Uneasiness. Langor.  -- It's due to the gray gloominess of the autumnal Wednesday-afternoon. (Or it's just another shrewdness of mind to deceive  melancholic soul?) The wish The … Continue reading debris

the act of reading

"The act of reading," writes Mangen, "is intimately linked to the fact that we are body and mind." Both are involved in reading, each according to his specific requirements. This simple and counterintuitive truth is probably the reason for the relative lack of success of e-readers. When we flip through paper pages, Mangen says, we … Continue reading the act of reading