GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) DISCOMFORTS Of course I feel miserable, now and then. Sick as a dog. Of course, now and then, everything hurts, or even worse- it is one or the other. Of course I should take some of…
Art, The Ambrosia of Dionysus
Jabar Saphon: the Stones of Artist Nizar Ali Badr
NAZ OKE The Syrian sculptor Nizar Ali Badr is a discrete man. Words aren’t what make him tick. Stones make him tick. I know nothing about him, where exactly he comes from, nor where he is at the moment. I…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Blood that no one wants to buy in the oil market
SILVIA PIO (edited by) Worldwide Reading in support of Ashraf Fayadh, organized by Literaturfestival Berlin it was said: settle there. but some of you are enemies for all so leave it now look up to yourselves from the bottom of…
Platonic Diversions
Greetings from Mondovì: Carnevale
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE Tomorrow is Martedi Grasso (Mardi Gras, Fat Tuesday), and the last day of Carnevale. Here in Mondovi` we have been celebrating since 24 January with processions, presentations, ceremonies and formal dinners, dancing and general revelry most every night…
The Staff of Orpheus, Medieval, Renaissance, Baroque and Folk Music
MIRAGRE!
CARMEN JULIA GUTIÉRREZ The concept of “meltin pot of cultures” perfectly suits Medieval Iberian courts, especially Alfonso X’s. The linguistic, cultural and artistic pluralism of the Christian court embedded in the Andalusian culture gave rise to an experience of cultural…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) UNAWARE Obviously, I’m not like Any of those weavers of words Who knit their suits and their careers Their glory and their pride, Although I mix with them And they look at my words as if…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
The transcending feeling of Anca Mihaela Bruma’s poetry
I Feel You I feel you in everything… in the glorious nights inside your incandescent eyes where butterflies knit my dreams and compass my heartbeats. I feel you in everything… while resting your sigh in the corner of a letter…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
GERMAIN DROOGENBROODT (edited by) IT IS TIME TO DIG THE EARTH It is time to dig the earth remove rocks, plant roots. Then the fruits will come. Pick up splinters under the table get into the tub of everyday, soothing…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
They were my ancestors
SERKAN ENGİN Barbarian and Ms Daisy yes, you are right Ms Daisy, they came with the wild winds of Greed, brutally slaughtered all the innocent letters written on the wall of Grace, even also babies by burning them alive, before…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
What Is Poetic Image?
SERKAN ENGİN According to the school of imagist socialist poetry, poetry is written in poetic images, not in individual words. But what is poetic image and how can it be created? The description of the “image,” according to the philosophy,…
Platonic Diversions
Greetings from Mondovì – Mongolfiere 2016
LESLIE MCBRIDE WILE January can be a dreary month. The post-holiday weeks feel anticlimactic, empty, with little on the horizon except a return to normal routine. But here in Mondovi` January brings excitement and wonder as the city hosts its…
The suitcase of Hermes, Fiction
Dear Anne
JOHN I. CLARKE Method and organisation I will shore against my ruins. A couple of hours will see me through these exercise books, a bit of flick and tick while Eric is preparing the dinner. Eric? Oh he’s quite the…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems
PEACEFUL MORNING IN THE HIMALAYAS It appears as if the previous night has quenched every thirst The day comes with light and voices of birds strange to the ear In the distance the wavering sound of a reed flute: a…
The rooms of Chronos, Utopia
Peace Posters tell a story
“The posters, as usual, say it all.” This remark by British journalist Robert Fisk does raise several questions. Is it really true that posters “say it all”? And is it true for all posters or just some of them? This…
The suitcase of Hermes, Poetry
Parade of Poems for the New Year
PLEA Do not come as light which all too bright blinds the eye neither come as darkness which one cannot grasp but rather do come as a thorn who announces the rose is within reach. Germain Droogenbroodt In Dutch, the…