Sila Blume
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When words are mere pericarps
This in a previously unimaginable place. And writing makes its embracing somewhat inadequate. Today, and for the last couple of months, I find myself recognizing new layers to the concepts of beauty, love, friendship, the mortal (animal) and the god-thought. They all touch me whenever unspoken. And that is the troublesome moment in itself. The…
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A Requiem on Arrival
What happens to a newborn when touched, impressed, moved by the depth of music but without the release of tears? Where does the intensity land?
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“It is cruel that music should be so beautiful.”
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature and everlasting beauty of monotony. Benjamin Britten (1913-1976) English Composer
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Garlic distancing and ginger mask
After having lived in Berlin and Boston, Limassol and Liège, London and Vienna, and knowing that New York will not be my last, I have no reason to care much about the affairs of cities, commonly known as politics. Even in private, my comments will reveal little affiliation tendencies. Not systems help me conduct life…
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Languid to Love
Languid are these men. It is in their nature, in their cultural molds of pride, in their balsam baths of faith which relax hair, bone, and soul, some being anointed the very first days with holy water. It is in their social frame, be it high, or peasantry, blue in blood, or in collar, where…
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Truth cannot be known to mortals*
If truth cannot be known to mortals, why is the word in our vocabulary? *The words of Klytämnestra, in “Electra”.Opera in one act, by Richard Strauss (1864–1949).Clytemnestra, in Greek mythology, is a goddess, wife of Agamemnon, and mother of Electra, Chrysothemis, and Orestes
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One Hundred Days
Thank you! To the several hundreds that have graced me as my readership of many topics and expression styles during the last one hundred days, I thank you. On August twenty-eighth of two thousand and twenty, I posted in silablume.life for the very first time, and I sincerely thank you for being my audience. My…
