Open Talks, Words&Roots

The Age of Emotional Innocence

How  does a young human being go about learning of its inner self? In this era of the new "great depression," seeking answers too often resembles standing in front of a shattered mirror with a pile of fractured and broken pieces and no reflection. Whilst outside booms the 21 century. Seeing no reflection, one just… Continue reading The Age of Emotional Innocence

Music&Poetry, Travel and Life Journals

Sounds of Verses

The idea of explaining music or putting it into words has never been sympathetic to me. Superficial talks about the nature of Music also leave me untouched and  skeptical, even more so now than before. I had held many such talks, I believed in them, I was  disappointed in them. They resembled 50/50 versions at… Continue reading Sounds of Verses

Open Talks

Exclusivity Excludes Peace

78 years ago, on the verge of a world catastrophe, a famous poet sat down and wrote: "We must love one another or die" ...and not being able to come to terms with these 7 words, erased 100 lines from his collected works.  To the modern ear this sounds on the brink of too much… Continue reading Exclusivity Excludes Peace

Open Talks

Cupping Time

Years ago, growing up and doing a lot of reading, I would quickly get bored with long monologues . Not having the heart to skip them, I would just skim over them, which I found to be a more conscience-friendly way of helping them out that other ear. Today, I'm very picky about what I… Continue reading Cupping Time

Open Talks

Classic meets urban myth

I am a firm believer in language. And roots. Rooted language. And I've been wondering lately about the word "classic" that in my opinion, is one of the words most under attack today. There's  a real prejudice against "classic" {read: old, boring} as opposed to "modern' (read: real, normal}. But -  if you care to… Continue reading Classic meets urban myth

poetry

In memoriam J.B.

Nothing ever dies And no one is more alive, Than your severe and ironic rhymes. In blind man's darkness I seek my tunnel reddened by distant lights; I don't see the righteous Neither do I look behind. What can I do but advance, Given no light, though gifted a guide. A guide who took me… Continue reading In memoriam J.B.

P.S. (Personal Postscriptum on Literature)

P.S. on Leo Tolstoy’s Marriage Diaries

"Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way."  - One of Tolstoy's best-known quotes, for the reason of our universal nodding to it. Surely we know Anna Karenina which birthed it, (or probably vice-versa), we know War and Peace, we may likewise know  his novels and stories - but there… Continue reading P.S. on Leo Tolstoy’s Marriage Diaries

poetry, Travel and Life Journals

Reconciliation

  This evening I feel myself one of the millions trying to reconcile their dreams with a blank page. The real surprise grown- ups face every year, this is it: a book crammed with multiple genres that opens one page a day. The main catch is that no one promised the surprise to be a… Continue reading Reconciliation

Open Talks, Travel and Life Journals

Of Santa, Kids, and Astrophysics

"Santa exists, but he definitely doesn't bring presents!"  - I was all of a sudden struck by the philosophical repercussions from this remark of an 11 year-old student of mine. What a way to rephrase the eternal grown-up complaint of existence! And then, suddenly, in a typically adult postscriptum of self-doubt: "He exists, doesn't he?"… Continue reading Of Santa, Kids, and Astrophysics