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Stray thoughts, tamed.
The visitor said he too liked poetry, in particular that of Walt Whitman.
About a month ago, I was waiting for a bus on my way home from a business trip to Braga, a city in the north of Portugal. My phone—which seems to have a brain and free will—decides that I do not have enough storage to take photos whenever I travel. This leads to the necessity... Continue Reading →
Examples of fine writing style need to keep each other company.
The at-a-glance approach was no longer the be-all and end-all of my raison d´être.
We were given little pots of molten wax to pour into all the furrows made with our stylus.
I always had something to fill that vacant state of mind brought about by having to stand in queues.
For translators pursuing that all-important goal of honing their craft.
The minute I saw the swing seat, I thought at once of grass fences so common until about the 1970s in the country now known as Zimbabwe. You might think that is a curious association to make when faced with Christmas decoration in a Portuguese town square. Let me explain. In a land where the... Continue Reading →
Janeishly has found her way back to writing again after a seemingly long absence. She has an advent calendar that ushered in a ritual of drinking a different flavour herb tea every evening and she has instituted writing prompts for those who care to join her. Chance would be a fine thing! We cannot get... Continue Reading →
How my relationship with my two computer screens has altered within a few short months and shifts in how I relate to the information I consume every day.
L'oeuvre n'est pas une série de réponses, elle est une série de questions, elle n'est pas des explications, elle est des demandes d'explication, des demandes d'éclaircissement... C'est bien cela une oeuvre: une série d'interrogations et puisqu'il y a construction on peut la considérer comme une architecture d'interrogations. Si tout pouvait s'expliquer, il n'y aurait pas de discours.
Tout oeuvre doit être mise en question. Comme on dirait: une mise en scène. Au bout du compte, il n'y a pas de réponse à donner. En tous cas, il n'y a pas de réponse définitive. Ainsi, ce n'est pas la réponse qui éclaire, c'est la question.
Eugène Ionesco, Découvertes
That elusive pair of jeans