The anger and fear, sadness and joy, surprise and anticipation, disgust and acceptance. These are not the ingredients of a cooking recipe, but just as they are preparing the food, their blend produces physiological and mental states. In most humans, these special conditions of the mind and the body, may also be due to external stimuli, such as that resulting …
Read More »THE FANTASTIC WORLD OF DINA REICH: The forbidden love and the ordeal, the dense black of the night and in the morning the gold Redeemer
The veil of hypocrisy has been ripped apart, when she was accused of having committed adultery, considered by her community as the most unpardonable sin. Perhaps, you think that this novel is – like many others – a common history of extramarital love. You are wrong, because the author of the book has been able to offer seemingly ordinary human …
Read More »THE CULTURAL LANDSCAPE OF LEDNICE E VALTICE: In the heart of Europe, but also in the soul of those who let themselves be carried away by their charm
Yes, today I received your small parcel, one containing the book which I had loaned. I have noticed that its pages are full of your presence, so full of phrases highlighted, and also to your clipboard. This what I like, because it shows your interest in what I wanted to share with you. Of course, I am happy to meet …
Read More »HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida
HATE AND LOVE: Parallel lines over a tired face, carved by the hand of Frida. PRIVATE JOY Autumn 2013 by Frida “I draw parallel lines on your face tired, I hate you and I love you all the time. Changing mood I toss him your anger, your discontent I can barely stand. – You’re on the balls, you have to …
Read More »POETRY AND THE LIFE: Exploring and affect, with Gerrit Achterberg
Born in Langbroek in a spring day in 1905, and died in Leusden 57 years later, in a winter day. This is the horizon of the human experience of a Dutch man, Gerrit Achterberg, who has not resigned to the death of the beloved woman, a poet of the Protestant religion that has left us almost surreal pages where technical …
Read More »RABINDRANATH TAGORE, THE WONDER OF A BENGALI: He questioned the sky with emotion, look for the tears of the night
“The small, naked, looking at the sky, and in his mind astray climbed a question: Where ever the road to heaven? Heaven did not answer, only the stars sparkled, tears in the silent night.” He, a Bengali, in 1913 Nobel Prize for literature, he created schools, hospitals and roads, but also the Visva Bharati University, a special place where art …
Read More »A LANTERN FOR A BLIND: In the moonlight, with Bertus Aafjes, watching the small circles of the property nudity beloved
In 1990 was published the entire collection of his poems, but he has also written several travel books. Lambertus Johannes Jacobus Aafjes (friends Bertus Aafjes), has received for his commitment to the literary prize “Tollensprijs” because it was from 1940 that he had begun to commit to paper the results of his restless temperament. Born in Amsterdam in one day …
Read More »AT THE FEAST OF MARGARETHA VASALIS: Looking at the faded flower never remember you
Margaretha Droogleever Leenmans-Fortuyn, a physician of Amsterdam, a Dutch woman professional neurologist, a child psychiatrist, a neurologist wife and mother of three children, but also balanced and spontaneous poet, has given us some collections of his verse (Parks and deserts, The phoenix and landscapes and faces, views and visions). In the pages of his poems, his essays and novels, the …
Read More »PEOPLE TIRED AT THE BAR: Frida listen, even for you, sad music at the bar. She is lucid enough to recognize that your eyes are cold
PEOPLE – autumn 2013, by Frida  “People get tired at the bar, sadly Cor music in the background a guy winks, the other drooling, and all together sing in chorus’ve got no desire! Cess of the station with a woman the mirror and the toilet overflowing of diarrhea. I’m around are glossy, I’m around there helmet, I am strong …
Read More »COME ALONG WITH ME AT OGIGIA: Do not look for the island, because you can not find in any geographical map, but only inside your deepest desire of light and sea
Hello, I have received your postcard – from an elliptical island, known as “The Black Pearl” – contains the image of a house, but the strange house made ​​of stones intrigued me, so I did some research and found that it has an area of ​​83 sq km and has a maximum height of 836 meters above the sea level, …
Read More »A WALK WITH XIAO KAIYU: Let call from the void and silence
Xiao Kaiyu, a journalist in Shanghai, but also a poet attentive to the things that describes social realities or events related personal emotions. Oddly enough, this man was born in China in 1962 tells us about his nation today in a special way, namely classical and Taoist. He is not a nozionista, in fact, he loves the blank tire and …
Read More »A DAY WITH JAN ENGELMAN: The face that sinks in flowers, singing in the wind in the spring, under the blue sky
Dying in the early spring of 1972, leaving behind her the birth of a child of 24 years, his love for Joanna – a woman he never married, died six years earlier – and the memory of a brief and unhappy marriage two other daughters. Jan Engelman, Dutch poet and essayist, born in Utrecht in 1900, has given us love …
Read More »JAN JACOB SLAUERHOFF: nymphs, fauns the regret of one and the children playing on the lawn, surrounded by leaves dying
Jan Jacob Slauerhoff, a neo-romantic poet born in Leeuwarden in the Netherlands a day in late summer of 1898, he studied medicine in Amsterdam, but his thirst for adventure and her nonconformist nature led him to a particular choice, to know the world, sailing on ships bound for South America and China, as a medical doctor on board. What we …
Read More »REMEMBERING THE NETHERLANDS: Paradise regained, with Hendrik Marsman
Imagine being 40 years old, imagine that your country has been invaded at the beginning of World War II, imagine being on board a ship that takes you over the English Channel, in England, where you can continue to write your poems intense and full of vitality. This was the last trip of Hendrik Marsman, a Dutch poet, who drowned …
Read More »THE HANDS OF ADRIAAN ROLAND HOLST: Where the pale sea foam, while the wind and the time they spend on your heart, above the sea horizon
Adriaan Roland Holst, a Dutch poet, was born in Amsterdam in one day in May 1888 his first volume of poems in 1911 (Verses) and the second is 1913 (The profession of silence), but it will be only after almost ten years his passion for the meek will find his precious language full of symbols, arriving in 1937 to its …
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