Poem 8 from Veinte Poemas de Amore (1924) Pablo Neruda

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Bee white buzzes – drunk with honey – in my soul
and you twist in slow spirals of smoke.

I am the desperate, the word without echoes,
the one who lost everything, and the one who had everything.

Last bind, cries in you my last anxiety.
In my desert land you are the last rose.

Oh silent!

Close your deep eyes. There the night flies.
Ah, undress your body of a fearful statue.

You have deep eyes where night alloy.
Fresh flower arms and pink lap.

Your breasts look like white snails.
A butterfly of shadow has come to sleep in your belly.

Oh silent!

Here the solitude of where you are absent.
Rains. The sea wind hunts wandering gulls.

The water goes barefoot through the wet streets.
From that tree the leaves complain as sick.

White bee, absent, you still buzz in my soul.
You live in time, thin and silent.

Oh silent!

More Neruda poems and a timeline may be found at https://www.poemas-del-alma.com/


Nature is Home: the joys and pleasures of birdwatching

Love the contrasting colours of blues and yellows. Is this Edinburgh?


“There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”
― Rachel Carson, Silent Spring

A little while ago, I wrote about the return of a pair of black-backed gulls to the roof-tops opposite our apartment. Since then, we have been keeping a keen eye on proceedings and I am delighted to be able to provide an update (click on any image for a closer look).

To give some context, you can see in the photo below our vantage point across to the gulls’ nest, which has been built in front of the third chimney pot to the right of the gull in the centre of the picture:

Hub is the ‘proper’ photographer in our house and has been magnificently putting up with my nagging gentle encouragement to take some pictures of events as they have unfolded…

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Löwenmäulchen haben Sinnlichkeit in sich – Zeichnung von Susanne Haun

Looks beautiful and would like to be in Berlin!

Susanne Haun

Löwenmäulchen des Lebens - 13 x 18 cm - Tusche auf Hahnemuehle Aquarellkarton Burgund (c) Zeichnung von Susanne HaunLöwenmäulchen des Lebens – 13 x 18 cm – Tusche auf Hahnemuehle Aquarellkarton Burgund (c) Zeichnung von Susanne Haun

Mein Balkon ist nicht einfach zu bepflanzen, im vierten Stock meiner Atelierwohnung ist es Nachmittags sehr sonnig und dazu weht ein strammer Wind.

So habe ich schon seit Jahren Hängegeranien in meinen Kästen. Die hängen, wie es der Name verspricht, herunter. So bin ich dazu übergegangen zwischen den Geranien andere Blumen wie Nelken, Löwenmäulchen oder auch Phlox zu pflanzen. Dieses Jahr dominieren – wie die meisten Jahre – die Rottöne.

Hier (Klick) könnt ihr umfassend meinen Balkon im Jahr 2016 sehen.

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The Balkans

One reason we need to stay in the E.U. is to contain and maintain dialogue in areas where local nationalisms are so strongly embedded.

Julian Worker Travel Writing

The Balkans are a fascinating part of Europe.
The Macedonians build a fountain and upset the Greeks. On the road to Lake Ohrid villages fly Albanian flags instead of Macedonian ones. Kosovan taxi drivers believe fundamentalists are being sponsored in their country by former foes. In Sarajevo, the place the First World War started is not easy to find, but evidence of more recent atrocities is.
Memories are long in The Balkans, contrasts and contradictions are all around. History is always in your face, reminding you nothing stays the same for long in this most fascinating corner of Europe.
In Croatia, Dubrovnik is so popular a one-way system is now in operation on the city walls. Kotor in Montenegro is quieter and has a more beautiful setting. These places show what can happen if the past can be forgotten and the present allowed to persevere.
This book will help explain why things are the way they are in a few short stories.

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Impressionen vom Radierworkshop bei boesner Berlin – Susanne Haun

Printing in hot weather!!

Susanne Haun

Am Freitag habe ich mit 13 Schüler*innen den Tag mit Radieren bei knapp 30 Grad in Berlin Marienfelde bei Boesner verbracht.

Impressionen vom Radierworkshop boesner Berlin 25.5.2018 (c) Foto von Susanne HaunImpressionen vom Radierworkshop boesner Berlin 25.5.2018 (c) Foto von Susanne Haun (siehe P.S. am Ende des Beitrags)

Das war für uns alle eine Herausforderung.

Die Sonne schien durch das Glasdach direkt auf uns (und auf die Säure (Eisen-3-Chlorid) ) und beschleunigte nicht nur den Ätzvorgang auf den Zinkplatten, sondern forderte von uns auch Durchhaltevermögen und absolute Konzentration.

Die Ergebnisse fielen sehr unterschiedlich aus. Einige Schülerinnen waren zufrieden, andere waren mit ihren Ergebnissen absolut unzufrieden. Eines haben alle gelernt: die Radierung, insbesondere die Aquatinta, ist ein schwieriges Verfahren, was einige Erfahrung bedarf, die jeder für sich erarbeiten muss.

Den Workshop werde ich mit diesem Konzept nicht mehr anbieten, weil er nicht meinen Ansprüchen genügt. Ich werde einen Grundkurs anbieten, der die Technik und nicht das Ergebnis in den Vordergrund stellt…

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fifty-one: Charlotte Mew, Selected Poems

Great biography of Charlotte Mew by Penelope Fitzgerald too!

fifty-two poets

I broke the rules again! And grievously, choosing a selected works this time instead of a whole collection. But there wasn’t a huge amount of choice in the local bookshop where I was buying my last few treats of 2008, and I’d been wanting to read Charlotte Mew since reading about her in the Cambridge Companion to Twentieth Century English Poetry. Plus, like I said, it was the end of the year. Rules are there to be broken.

Before reading about her just at the beginning of last year, I’d never heard of Mew; I think she’s somewhat neglected. But according to the introduction to this selection, by Eavan Boland, who also selected the poems, she shouldn’t be; for Boland, Mew was instrumental in ‘the great unshackling of women’s voices in poetry’, thanks in part to her perspective as an outsider (although in her lifetime Mew was commended…

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