Sunday, June 29, 2014

A strange frenzy

 "All writing is a love letter, said the great Deleuze. Reading is also an act of love, and, sometimes, this love, in reading writes."

  A Strange Frenzy includes 17 poems by Dom Gabrielli. Each of these poems was written in response to a quotation by Rumi. Dom Gabrielli feels an intimate connection to  Rumi's verses.
  Rumi's writings had lingered in his life over the years and they inspired him to write these poems that create a dialogue.
  This conversation explores the beauty of the universe and the mysterious moments of our existence; it is about those instances that leave us in awe because we cannot comprehend the underlying strings and  motions that draw us together.
  "What is the body?  That shadow of a shadow
of your love, that somehow contains
the entire universe."

  Rubi's and Gabrielli's voices slide into the mystic heart of love.

"Love has taken away my practices and filled me with poetry."

"i have nowhere to run

amid these wheat fields of lost words

all I know is i am far

far from you

from the smiles i love

i have nothing left of me

nothing of a body

to espouse the moment of blue

which brings green taste to my earth."

Dom Gabrielli

"The inner secret of that which was never born,
you are that freshness, and I am with you now."
                                          "There's a strange frenzy in my head,
                                                                                           of birds flying,
         each particle circulating on its own.
             Is the one I love everywhere?"

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Switch off the television

 Last April I attended the most important annual literary event in the Spanish speaking world: the Buenos Aires Book Fair. It is a meeting point for authors, editors, teachers, distributors, librarians, scientists and over one million readers from all over the world.
 There were also international renowned authors.
  Paul Auster was there, and you can read about his visit here.
  The crowds of people at the book fair are a celebration of the existence of physical books. It is this passion for books that convinces me that they will not cease to exist. The digital era will not kill physical books.
  While I was there I attended a poetry reading. The auditorium was packed. All the seats were taken and I had to sit on the floor.
  There were also plans to read poetry on the streets and in the subway stations. What a great idea! I believe poetry should reach people everywhere. You never know how the words will touch others. There are no castles to restrain the free spirit of a poem; there is no elitist house to befit the true nature of this art. For this reason I always choose to submit to journals that are free online. Do journals in print have a better reputation? I don't know and I don't care. I believe in the power of poetry.
  Poetry feeds the soul. It is a land where we can find ourselves in somebody else's words. Poetry is a language that embraces longings and dreams. It is the art of  telling stories that are afraid of being told in other ways.
  At the poetry reading I found a place close to the wall, and my eyes came across an enticing invitation (I took a picture of it to share it with you):

 It says, "Switch off the television, turn on your mind and smoke a book."

Thursday, June 12, 2014

A friend in Saudi Arabia

I can hear them say
how much everything has changed
over the years.
A friend of mine
just moved to Saudi Arabia;
she cannot leave her house
without her husband;

her gender encircles her life,
what she can do,
and what she can’t.

Windows close to the ceiling,
 heads wrapped in abayas,
cars with male drivers.

“I brought you your woman,” somebody
said to her husband,
announcing his belonging.

 The world is busy praying.

Justice does not fit in our mindsets.

Freedom is  a frail word
with fragile bones, 
 as a forsaken dream
whenever you believe
that every woman is ready to submit.

Julia Hones

In Saudi Arabia women are not allowed to study or work without the permission of a male family member. They are not allowed to drive, and they cannot travel overseas unless they have the consent of a man.
I dedicate this poem to the women in Saudi Arabia who are silenced or beaten whenever they try to change their situation.
 I dedicate this poem to the victims of domestic violence in Saudi Arabia. The ones who don't belong to the statistics, the women and kids whose silent suffering is forgotten by the world...

"Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere."
Marin Luther King

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


"In every job that must be done there is an element of fun. You find the fun and ... snap! The job is a game." 
Mary Poppins
I agree with Mary Poppins, and so do the robins that live in a our house.
Can you see one of the baby Robins staring at me? Every year  a new couple of robins choose our home to build their nest.
 This year their location –or I should say one of them, because we have multiple nests attached to our home- enabled us to watch the parents raising their offspring. No documentary would be better  than the experience of being so close to them... here is a very brief video of the babies.

Two years ago we had a nest built by the Say's Phoebe. 

 They do have a predilection for porch roofs near the door- and this is what they did in our house two years ago. 

 By the way, when I was writing this post on the deck I spotted a mother deer breastfeeding her baby. What a beautiful scene. A mother breastfeeding her baby.( Sorry, I couldn't take a picture of them.)

  I've always been impressed by the variety of birds that live here, in Western Wisconsin. On one of my recent visits to the ecopark I popped into the local library and borrowed this book to learn more about the birds that I see on a regular basis. 

The creeper's way of foraging always captivated me: starting at the base of a large tree, it spirals up the trunk, poking into bark crevices, until it reaches the first large branches, at which point it flies to the base of a nearby tree and starts over. You can watch the bird do this a few times before he disappears. They eat insects, larvae, spiders and their eggs from the bark crevices.

Two months ago I was delighted by the visit of a cardinal. He perched on our deck for a few seconds before he flew away. I know he was a male bird because the male is completely red except for a small black mask and  chin. 

The kind of hummingbird that we can find here is the Ruby-throated Hummingbird. They have a feisty personality and aggressively defend their nectar source from others. You can find some astounding pictures of hummingbirds here.

 They feed on nectar, small insects and spiders. 

Have you been watching any birds lately?