Nature 2016_International anthology

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Luna iulie vine cu publicarea online a antologiei internationale “Nature 2016” – poezie si proza scurta. Sunt onorata ca in 2016 nu numai sa iau parte la aceasta a doua editie a publicatiei, ci si sa fiu partener oficial in proiect prin World Poetry Canada, alaturi de reprezentanti in domeniu din Portugalia (initiator), SUA si Spania.
Va invit sa parcurgeti intreaga carte si minunata proza scurta a Corinei Savu, alaturi de care reprezint Romania in acest proiect.
Lectura placuta!
Mai jos, una dintre poeziile dedicate naturii:
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July comes with the publication of a new literary anthology dedicated to Nature – poetry & short story. I am honored to be part of it, not only as a writer, but also as an official partner. Countries involved: Portugal (initiator), US, Canada, Spain.
Thanks to whole team! Happy reading!
Here is one of my poems:

FOOTPRINTS

let us travel all over the hills
while smelling the fresh air
tasting the greens of the soils
singing the song of amazing nature…
rhyming on sound of the whistle…
our message to be sent far… away…
so far away to the ears of these gracious people…
do they understand the great heights
the bustle for their unmistakable
freedom?

let me play you a song
a dedication to these vast lands
to the men and their portraiture
labouring for the good of nature

let me play you a song
from the backs of my stallion
he carries me all day long
and nights we sit tight between a frame…
on a hall of fame…a medallion…

nature is our home
and we are in love with this roam.

©LiterAnART/29/11/2016@http://issuu.com/ananedelcu8/docs/nature_2016_international_anthology

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Creative Writing 10

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Daca doamnele mele de la curs deja au fost premiate, vine si certificarea pentru trainer
Multumesc World Poetry Canada & International pentru acest premiu si pentru onoarea de a-i reprezenta in Romania!
@ Anticaffe de Scriere Creativa 10 (Aprilie-Noiembrie 2016) ~ incursiune in scrierea creativa in 10 cursuri – de ce, ce si cum scriem?
Urmeaza manualul la care lucram deja asiduu

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My certificate for Creative Writing 10 – a ten series workshop on why, what and how to write in different areas – poetry, prose, script, journalism.

Thank you World Poetry Canada & International for being a great partner! I am honored to represent them in Romania!

Creative writing 10 will publish this year a great writing manual, which is now a work in progress.

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Bliss

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again and again…
I come back to that stunning picture
of you in all of your glory…
it`s like a page from your secret diary
a page offered to me as a gift…
the red spot thrills my senses
wakes them up
and sends them in the atmosphere
where my love resides
all over the universe
embracing you from afar…
the figure…the colors…the portrait…
the act of releasing passion over
the canvases of your inspiration…
all of that makes me jump over the hills
and gather you piece by piece
stamp you to my skin
and walk with you
all over the crowded streets…
the breath of my cheek on your back
the surprise…the embrace…the enjoyment…
everything and more
coming back from a memory lane
where only you exist…you
my one and only adorable man…
let me pour letters between your hairs
like petals of roses collected
at the core of my being
and offered to you
as a gift for your existence…
your presence into my life…
the divine…the magic…the bliss…

©LiterAnART-13/12/2016

The black community (Toni Morrison)

Toni Morrison’s first novel, “The Bluest Eye”(1970), was acclaimed as the work of an important talent, written- as John Leonard said in The New York Times- in a prose “so precise, so faithful to speech and so charged with pain and wonder that the novel becomes poetry”. It was actually necessary to expose this comment, that finally leads us to our topic today, Morrison’s second novel, “Sula” and the fact that “Sula” has the same power, the same beauty.

The action is taking place in the Bottom. The Bottom is the mostly black community in Ohio, situated in the hills above the mostly white, wealthier community of Medallion. First became a community when a master gave it to his former slave. This ‘gift’ was in fact a trick: the master gave the former slave a poor stretch of hilly land, convincing the slave the land was worthwhile by claiming that because it was hilly, it was closer to haven. The trick, though, led to the growth of a vibrant community. Now the community faces a new threat: wealthy whites have taken a liking to the land, and would like to destroy much of the town in order to build a golf course. The demolition of Bottom’s old shacks to make room for a pristine golf course seems like an improvement. However, Morrison states the Bottom was once a vibrant community filled with laughing voices and a parade of unique, interesting people. The building of the golf course is in fact the displacement of this vibrant community, it is an example of homogeneity encroaching upon what was once unique.

At its center- a friendship between two women, a friendship whose intensity first sustains, then injures. Sula and Nel- both black, both smart, both poor, raised in a small Ohio town- meet when they are twelve, wishbone thin and dreaming of princes. Through their girlhood years they share everything- perceptions, judgements, yearnings, secrets, even crime- until Sula gets out, out of the Bottom, the hilltop neighborhood where beneath the sporting life of the men hanging around the place in head rags and soft felt hats, there hides a fierce resentment at failed crops, lost jobs, thieving insurance men, bug-ridden flour…at the invisible line that cannot be overstepped. Sula leaps it and roams the cities of America for ten years. Then she returns to the town, to her friend. But Nel is a wife now, settled with her man and her three children. She belongs. She accommodates to the Bottom, where you avoid the hand of God by getting in it, by staying upright helping out at church supper, asking after folks- where you deal with evil by surviving it. Not Sula. As willing to feel pain as to give pain, she can never accommodate. Nel cannot understand her anymore, and the others never did. Sula scares them. Mention her now, and they recall that she put her grandmother in an old folk’s home (the old lady who let a train take her leg for the insurance)… that a child drowned in the river years ago…that there was a plague of robins when she first returned.

In clear, dark, resonant language, Toni Morrison brilliantly evokes not only a bond between two lives, but the harsh, loveless, ultimately mad world in which that bond is destroyed, the world of the Bottom and its people, through fourty years, up to the time of their bewildered realization that even more than they feared Sula, their pariah, they needed her. In this context of paradox, we must point out that the novel has a general theme, the feminist theme and the fact that most of the women characters take on masculine roles (Sula being the main example for the power of her personality), and its most important theme of good vs. evil. This theme affects everyone in the book, especially Nel and Sula. Most readers would consider Nel the ‘good’ girl, and Sula would be labelled as the ‘bad’ girl. However towards the end of Sula’s life, she presents Nel with an idea that maybe she was the ‘good’ one all along, and Nell was the ‘bad’ girl. Whatever considered, together, the girls seem to form two halves of a whole.

The paradox mentioned earlier is related to the view of the black community upon all the facts and the characters. The black community has a very important role in the novel, representing the context that characterizes the persons involved and, through its point of view, makes an excellent self- description. It must be remembered and explained the mentality of that time characterized by a deep racism and a great power of unwillingness.

The Bottom is a superstitious community. They cannot accept Sula for what she is, a rebellion, and they put her in contrast with Nel, a settled person. It’s worth mentioning here some features of each girl, as to point out the exact way of thinking. Nel’s household is bound by the social standards that define the conventional meaning of ‘family’: static, repressive, in order, well-kept, in agree with the community, while Sula’s house is built on unconventional family structure: multi-generational run by women, vibrant, active, subject to constant change, huge and rambling. The houses symbolize the differing potential for growth and change in the girls’ families.

The theme of good vs. evil applies here, Sula being the truly evil. The black community rallies to defend itself against Sula. She has done the unthinkable: she has put her grandmother, Eva Peace, in a nursing home- for this, she is labelled ‘roach’. In addition, she has had some type of sexual encounter with her best friend’s husband and then moved on to other lovers – for this transgression, she is labelled ‘bitch’. Everyone remembers the plague of filthy robins associated with Sula’s returning to the Bottom (‘In spite of their fear, they reacted to an oppressive oddity, or what they called evil days, with an acceptance that bordered on welcome. Such evil must be avoided, they felt, and precautions must naturally be taken to protect themselves from it’), and they resurrect the old anecdote about Sula’s passively watching her mother burn to death; they decide once and for all that Sula’s birthmark is really Hannah’s ashes. But the most heinous of her crimes is that she has slept with white men. The strong damnation of such an indictment is derived from the racism under which the entire community has suffered. Sula’s alleged interracial affairs are perceived as an affront to all of the black people living in the Bottom. Sula’s every move becomes suspect, and even random occurrences of bad luck are attributed to her. Her apparent defiance of physical and moral laws galvanizes the black community against her. Sula is unnatural: she doesn’t age, has lost no teeth, never bruises, refuses to wear underwear at church suppers, has never been sick, and doesn’t belch when she drinks beer. When she bewitches Shadrack into tipping his imaginary hat to her, the community is convinced that Sula is both devil and evil personified. Fully aware that she is the town’s pariah, Sula does as she pleases, when she pleases.

Ironically, the community’s labeling of Sula as evil actually improves their own lives. Her presence in the community gives them the impetus to live harmoniously with one another. Teapot’s mother was once a negligent parent, but she begins to care for her son as a result of her hatred for Sula. Sula’s presence gives the residents of the Bottom a stronger sense of collective identity and strength. Her affairs with white men give them a stronger sense of outrage against the interracial relationships, which actually are exploitative. Therefore, Sula’s presence also gives them a stronger sense of racial identity. Although the community regards her as an evil person, her return to the Bottom is actually far more than it appears to be. It is actually a blessing in disguise. What seems like a chaotic disruption in the social fabric is in fact an ordering and focusing influence.

But the people see things differently. Sula dies. She reflects on her life without regret. She feels that she has milked all the experiences she can out of life. She is also happy that she is unique in her way of being, of thinking, of acting, and she knows she has left something good after her. But the community views Sula’s death as a positive event(‘The death of Sula Peace was the best news folks up in the Bottom had had since the promise of work at the tunnel’).

However, events are again not what they at first seem. Besides the natural misfortunes of weather and the social misfortune of racism, the community has lost the binding influence of Sula’s presence. The community’s moral resolve and harmony dissolve in the absence of the woman who, in breaking social conventions, motivated others to uphold them. The final chapter closes the circular narrative of “Sula”. Nel reflects on the ambiguous blessings of ‘social progress’: the former residents of the Bottom now have more civil rights, and they have been wealthier in the years following the war. On the surface, this seems like a positive thing. However, they have also lost something: the disintegration of the collective social identity that began with Sula’s death has only grown worse; the community, which once defined the Bottom, has been replaced by a town in which the people live in relative isolation from one another(‘Then Medallion turned silver. It seemed sudden, but actually there had been days and days of no snow- just frost- when, late one afternoon, a rain fell and froze.’[…] ‘…but up in the Bottom black folks suffered heavily in their thin houses and thinner clothes.’[…] ‘Hard on the heels of the general relief that Sula’s death brought a restless irritability took hold’[..] ‘Now that Sula was dead and done with, they returned to a steeping resentment of the burdens of old people’[…] ‘In the meantime the Bottom had collapsed.’[…] ‘The black people, for all their new look, seemed awfully anxious to get to the valley, or leave town, and abandon the hills to whoever was interested. It was sad because the Bottom had been a real place. These young ones kept talking about the community, but they left the hills to the poor, the old, the stubborn- and the rich white folks. Maybe it hadn’t been a community, but it had been a place. Now there weren’t any place left, just separate houses with separate televisions and separate telephones and less and less dropping by.’).

Maybe that all these facts wouldn’t have happened, and the people would have understood better the newness if Nel and Sula had formed a single person. Separately, each of them is excessive in her way and they cannot live separately.

In essence, they represent two halves of the same equation; and, as such, neither can be worse than the other.

The famous New York Times said once about “Sula”: “Extravagantly beautiful…Enormously, achingly alive…A howl of love and rage, playful and funny as well as hard and bitter”.

(©All rights reserved@LiterAnART 2006 posted @ https://quarterlysongsoptok.blogspot.ro/2017/07/ana-lucretia-nedelcu.html)

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La multi ani, Geniului Chaplin!/Happy b-day, Sir Charles Chaplin!

“As I Began to Love Myself”

poem written by Charlie Chaplin on his 70th birthday (April 16, 1959)

As I began to love myself I found that anguish and emotional suffering are only warning signs that I was living against my own truth. Today, I know, this is “AUTHENTICITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood how much it can offend somebody if I try to force my desires on this person, even though I knew the time was not right and the person was not ready for it, and even though this person was me. Today I call it “RESPECT”.

As I began to love myself I stopped craving for a different life, and I could see that everything that surrounded me was inviting me to grow. Today I call it “MATURITY”.

As I began to love myself I understood that at any circumstance, I am in the right place at the right time, and everything happens at the exactly right moment. So I could be calm. Today I call it “SELF-CONFIDENCE”.

As I began to love myself I quit stealing my own time, and I stopped designing huge projects for the future. Today, I only do what brings me joy and happiness, things I love to do and that make my heart cheer, and I do them in my own way and in my own rhythm. Today I call it “SIMPLICITY”.

As I began to love myself I freed myself of anything that is no good for my health – food, people, things, situations, and everything that drew me down and away from myself. At first I called this attitude a healthy egoism. Today I know it is “LOVE OF ONESELF”.

As I began to love myself I quit trying to always be right, and ever since I was wrong less of the time. Today I discovered that is “MODESTY”.

As I began to love myself I refused to go on living in the past and worrying about the future. Now, I only live for the moment, where everything is happening. Today I live each day, day by day, and I call it “FULFILLMENT”.

As I began to love myself I recognized that my mind can disturb me and it can make me sick. But as I connected it to my heart, my mind became a valuable ally. Today I call this connection “WISDOM OF THE HEART”.

We no longer need to fear arguments, confrontations or any kind of problems with ourselves or others. Even stars collide, and out of their crashing new worlds are born. Today I know “THAT IS LIFE”!

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OPA Poeta Lunii/Poetess of the Month (April 2016)

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Dragi iubitori ai literaturii, dupa cum am promis, 1 Aprilie vine cu noul numar al publicatiei online “Our Poetry Archive” (SUA), numar in care am fost desemnata “poeta lunii”, acordand un interviu in exclusivitate despre pasiunea pentru literatura si scriitura, despre preferintele literare romanesti si straine, liantul dintre arte, abordarea multidisciplinara, diversitatea si dialogul intercultural.
Multumesc echipei OPA din Statele Unite pentru aceasta minunata colaborare!
Lectura placuta!
Link catre interviu aici https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.ro/…/interview-of-ana-ned…
Link catre poeme aici https://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.ro/2016/…/ana-nedelcu.html

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Dear fellow poets and writers, I kindly invite you to read the new April issue of “Our Poetry Archive” to which I dedicated a series of my poems and an exclusive interview about literature, authors, poets and the writing process.
Also, over 100 poems from around the world.
Hope you enjoy it!
Cheers y`all!

Empire State of You

Days aren`t enoughpoem no. 2

For the amount of love

Poured from the sky,

Bathing my body in emeralds

And red stars…

Color of passion.

Crowns of fire

Open the gates of unwounded souls…

Can`t you see the amount

Of love I have been preparing

For decades at camp fire

Under full moon,

On the road of the existence?

You beg for love

But you are running away from it.

You are eternally hiding under your shell.

You can`t break the stone

If you do not build a door…

So, build a door and unlock the cave

Of an eternal ‘’coeur’’!

Can`t you feel how much I love you?

Poetry hidden behind closed windows…

Do you want me to draw you the lock

And spell fire

So it can melt?

Do you want to feel the burning

Of king`s thrown?

I miss you day and night

Where days are too short

For this amount of desire

And nights are even shorter

Without the touch

Of your Empire.

©LiterAnART@trio http://ourpoetryarchive.blogspot.ro/2016/03/ana-nedelcu.html

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