Most of the pirates were unable to sleep that night. Some of them had heard this old tale before, when they were young boys, but only bits and pieces and never while sailing high at sea on a full moon night. How did the baby survive when she showed no signs of being alive and … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – Prelude
Cerulean
it was someone else's book (one still on the shelf) and all its shades of blue poured in at twelve there were waves along the sideway our underwater promenade a bit like Moses a bit like swimming all while asleep under the linen.
Us & Them
It is always Us vs. Them. The Others are different so They must be feared. What was that? You don't fear Them? We'll take care of that for you. Repeat after us: Threat. Violence. Terror. Evil. Infidels. Degenerates. One more time. Repeat this everyday - it's for your own safety. And don't worry: we'll remind you. … Continue reading Us & Them
An agnostic, a pagan and an Arab Hebrew student walk into a bar…
...not really. We only had lunch. The gathering was meant to be a quiet chat about the Kabbalah, which our Arab friend is studying and of which we know too little about. In light of recent events, however, the conversation naturally moved towards religious discrimination, double standards, media manipulation (on both ends) and downright bigotry. … Continue reading An agnostic, a pagan and an Arab Hebrew student walk into a bar…
Down the spiral ladder
Down the spiral ladder Your pet demons’ visiting hour. (Can you truly hate them when you’re their mother?) Can’t you tame them When light shouts louder? You know better. Being born from the water and all The mysteries you claim to know. Just go under.
‘Lady of the Sea’ – The Throne Room
‘How very lovely to see you again, Lord Peafowl.’ ‘It is an honour, my Queen,’ Peafowl gave the best curtsy he could manage. ‘I am sorry to hear about your late father. He was one of my most loyal subjects.’ ‘Indeed, my Queen. I am afraid that immortality was not one of his many talents.’ … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – The Throne Room
Dystopia Time
As much as I would love to, I’m not someone who finishes all the books she starts, most of the times due to my chronic impatience: “Oh dear, I’m wasting all this time reading this here when there’s a gazillion others over there I want to read as well!” (An absurd reasoning but, being a … Continue reading Dystopia Time
dilettante
maybe I should take up songwriting again though I never could play any instrument well enough to satisfy you melodies in my head.
the Richey Edwards appreciation post
My very first memory of the Manic Street Preachers is the news of Richey’s disappearance. I was about 12 and just starting to get up to date with modern pop & rock after years of listening to nothing but oldies and my dad’s jazz records. There were the hourly updates by Carolyn Lilipaly with footage … Continue reading the Richey Edwards appreciation post
my cruel December
To Eliot it was April - for me it's December. There was always something about this month that made me feel hopelessly nostalgic - even when I was too young to have anything to feel nostalgic about. (I blame romantic Christmas comedies. Maybe I even blame the Christmas season altogether, with its cosy fireplaces, merry … Continue reading my cruel December
‘Lady of the Sea’ – Pardel’s Tale (Part II)
It was a full moon that night. The entire house and the entire beach were silver white. She looked for the spot where she had seen the lady in her dream and stood there. ‘Ask the sea for help,’ she remembered. So the young wife stretched her arms out to the sea and, losing herself … Continue reading ‘Lady of the Sea’ – Pardel’s Tale (Part II)
heartburn
I used to feed on the unseen - such a tempting, delusive thing - starving leaving my brain to digest not even mist but air I would just leave it there chewing chewing teeth gritting images brewing (they were everywhere) and I carried them faith full the invisible stories too heavy to bare when I … Continue reading heartburn
Chemical Emotions Compendium: E
E Agitation ebullition.
intermittent
Simmer down the intermittent pen the intermittent everything this lack of discipline is too exhausting. You're such a star such a pretty light. Always on always off. Pulsing as if you one day just might expand into soaring flight. But no - not quite. Like a wave a daughter of the restless waters shallow - … Continue reading intermittent
Sylvia’s tree
Only the branches seem to grow and multiply - like Sylvia's tree. I should not depend on the wind as guide - it changes all the time. But the speed with which I need to grow (do I?) may well be the death of me. Shallow roots grow faster but never hold.
my unbelievable country
Once upon a time there was a poor country whose rulers turned to technology in order to try and fool everyone into thinking they were developed. The Ministry of Education created a new mathematical formula to place teachers in schools in fair order. It was a disaster. The Minister who implemented it - a mathematician … Continue reading my unbelievable country
TV in the Internet age
Three years ago, my TV broke down and I decided not to replace it, depending only on a computer to watch what I wanted, whenever I wanted. Alas, I have recently been afflicted by tech-hater-gobblins, and am now without a PC (borrowing a friend's as I type this). To make up for it, I went … Continue reading TV in the Internet age
the miner
Watch your step as you tread through the depths. The surface is always safe - all lies rest above the ground. So go ahead out the cave all the way down. You may not even be afraid of the dark or damp dusty tunnels you'll need to cross to get to us. But make sure … Continue reading the miner
nolite te bastardes carborundorum
Only just noticed that Hey Rosetta! quote The Handmaid's Tale on a song from their debut album.
The Philistine Gene
Coming from an eclectic background where religious beliefs are concerned (extended family who attend Mass without ever having read the Bible vs. Mom and Dad who found more sense & meaning in Eastern philosophies), I have always believed in some kind of higher force. To this day, I still question what that force might be … Continue reading The Philistine Gene
«Read like a butterfly, write like a bee»
I have always wanted to write. Even before I knew how, I was already scribbling on the blank spaces of all the books lying around the house - including the Bible. The love for writing was never just about the thoughts-to-words dynamic, it was the physical side of it as well: the paper textures, … Continue reading «Read like a butterfly, write like a bee»
the dead poets generation
Robin Williams July 21, 1951 – August 11, 2014Being a child of the 80's, I was lucky to grow up during Robin Williams' golden age.I remember being about 10 and wanting to go to Hollywood to become an actress so I could be in a movie with this wonderful grown up who acted like a kid … Continue reading the dead poets generation
Getting Medieval: Magic
Every year since 1996, the town of Santa Maria da Feira hosts what has become one of the biggest events in Europe of medieval recreation. So much so that the organization has named it a "Medieval Journey", instead of the plain old Medieval Fair: once you get into the historical part of the town, you … Continue reading Getting Medieval: Magic
De Divinatione
Therefore, as we have done many other things better than the Greeks, so, most especially have we excelled them in giving a name to this most admirable endowment, since our nation derives the name which it gives to it, Divination, from the Gods (Divis), while the Greeks derived the title which they gave it, namely … Continue reading De Divinatione
on vanity
Woke up this morning to an article in The Guardian about how men are now feeling what it's like to have your looks scrutinized as you grow older. We're more than used to seeing women being objectified, for the simple fact that we keep being bombarded with Photoshopped images of almost-perfect female specimens. All. The … Continue reading on vanity
