A call carved on a prison wall

Ars poetica

всяко свое стихотворение
ти създавай като последно.
В този век. наситен със стронций,
зареден с тероризъм,
литнал с ултразвукова скорост,
все по внезапно идва смъртта.
Всяка своя дума изпращай
както сетно писмо пред разстрел,
врязан зов в зида на затвор.
Нямаш право ти на лъжа,
даже на малка игра красива.
Няма просто време да имаш
свойта грешка сам да изправиш.
Лаконично и безпощадно
всяко свое стихотворение
с кръв написвай като прощално.
Блага Николова Димитрова
“Обратно време: стихове”, Български писател, 1966

Ars poetica

Write each of your poems
as if it were your last.
In this century, saturated with strontium,
charged with terrorism,
flying with supersonic speed,
death comes with terrifying suddenness.
Send each of your words
like a last letter before execution,
a call carved on a prison wall.
You have no right to lie,
no right to play pretty little games.
You simply won’t have time
to correct your mistakes.
Write each of your poems,
tersely, mercilessly,
with blood—as if it were your last.
–Blaga Dimitrova (translated by Ludmilla G. Popova-Wightman)

Windows in our neighourhood are a life-size Advent calendar

We are day 17
photo Oliver Neale

By candlelight and in stillness – Michael Leunig

November

CALENDAR 2021

2020 was restrained in many ways
Wishing for a freer 2021, here is the beauty gathered mostly in confinement.

English and French holidays

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Saint Luke

Luke
...

Luke is the living pillar of our healing,
A lowly ox, the servant of the four,
We turn his page to find his face revealing
The wonder, and the welcome of the poor.

...

Malcolm Guite

Find the full sonnet here :
A Sonnet for Saint Luke's day.

Gol stavkirke, Norway photo Margot Krebs Neale

OSLO 2OO2/2O2O

Lève-toi Ô jour

Lève-toi Ô jour
Que les atomes entrent dans la danse !
Afin que de joie
Sans pieds ni tête, les âmes entrent dans la danse
Celui pour l’amour de qui
Danse le firmament
Je te dirai à l’oreille
Où est le lieu de sa danse

Rumi
Q,LAR, N 702
traduction Leili Anvar

Breakfast with a ghost chair

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