disillusions

Being courageous is a costy thing! It's always harder to accept and overcome the consequences of one's own decisions; no scapegoats to be found, all that guilt to be carried along as a life-long baggage.

Mud Woman

This story was told to me by another traveler, just passing through. It took place in a foreign country, as everything does. 


When he was young he and another boy constructed a woman out of mud. She began at the neck and ended at the knees and elbows: they stuck to essentials. Every sunny day they would make love to her, sinking with ecstasy into her moist belly, her brown wormy flesh where small weeds had already rooted. They would take turns, they were not jealous, she preferred them both. Afterwards they would repair her, making her hips more spacious, enlarging her breasts with their shining stone nipples. 


His love for her was perfect, he could say anything to her, into her he spilled his entire life. She was swept away in a sudden flood. He said no woman since then has equaled her. 


Is this what you would like me to be, this mud woman? Is this what I would like to be? It would be so simple. 


Margaret Atwood 
From “Circe/Mud Poems” 

Shakespeare the Sicilian!

Another theory for Shakespeare's identity: Shakespeare the Sicilian!
I had a post before about the film anonymous and how it dealt with Shakespeare's identity problem and here comes another (very interesting) theory about how Shakespeare could be Italian.

From the series named "Shakespeare is..." of Guardian to celebrate the World Shakespeare Festival.

 Why Shakespeare is … Italian?

Mental disorders on their way

With the burden of troubles and more troubles of ages your soul gets tired, as if each memory had found its way deep down your existence. As if every tear got in through your pores and reaching every single vein, got pumped into your soul. With such a damage what you can do is freak out at every little piece of ditress and fall into pieces striving for a way out or nevermind, possibly at the cost of being judged for not caring. So time for action: I am either gonna loosen or lose my mind.

Lesson for today!

“Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some people move our souls to dance. They awaken us to a new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom. Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon. They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.”

~ Flavia Weedn

Some magical music in the asylum soul moving, spine tingling

While Odysseus was adding up to his epic with various adventures, there was a long silent story of Penelope as her life was wasted on waiting the arrival of the hero of another story. So this song once again to honour the courage and magnanimity of women who spent some time of their lives waiting at the cost of becoming a figurant in their own lives.

Was Shakespeare a Fraud?

Just watched "Anonymous"; the movie which follows the theory that it was in fact Edward De Vere, Earl of Oxford, who penned Shakespeare's plays and Shakespeare was nothing but a "merely player". Sincerely, I always had a big doubt about William Shakespeare; his greatness and genius would just bother me, I did not want to accept that it was fair for one person to have accomplished so many works each having a great artistic value. Yet, proving him a complete fraud, even in fiction was a heart-break. 
It did not however tear down my innocent belief which was hidden deep down my soul -somewhere beneath my jealousy- that kept its faith in the existence of pure intelligence. The name William Shakespeare might be nothing but a shell, still there lies a genius beneath. 
So whoever is for real:
Though our story is at an end, our poet's is not; for his monument is everliving. Not of stone but of verse. And it shall be remembered. As long as words are made of breath. And breath of life.