Reflections

In the past, I used to write poems, chiefly inspired by ecstatic moments.  Life produced that kind of ecstasy, whether through happy or sad moments, and I utilized whatever intense feeling I had to put that into writing.  I have always depended on the intensity of a given moment to produce a piece of writing, deactivating, so to speak, that faculty of the brain which uses logic to understand life.  ... [read more]

He lived and still lives there.  In a cave, or say caves.  Skipping from one to another in a brisk movement.  Restless, vigorous, downcast, buoyant,…  So what happened there and what did he bring out to the outside?  He brought himself.     It all began in a small town, looking upward when all looked straight ahead.  Hearing the houses as they sighed when none could even hear the tapping of their... [read more]

A soloist musician or actor makes an extraordinary effort to induce into the audience the feeling that the one playing music or performing a play is an ensemble of performers, each imparting a different tone ultimately merging into a harmony of ideas.   This is the case of those producing the act, but how is the case with the one receiving what is being performed on stage?  And how can one individual... [read more]