"Well, sir, there was an old woman up in her years whose only companion was a beautiful pear tree. It grew at the door to her cabin. But when the pears were ripe, the neighborhood boys came and taunted her and stole the fruit. They were driving her to the end of her wits.
O înjurătură preferată extrasă dintr-o postare despre găuri negre: “You count for less than nothing and nothing is preferable to...
It's been quite a while, but here they are: a new round of 5 favorite poems illustrated by 5 lovely local artists. Carina Davidoiu, Cristina Frei, Alina Marinescu, Alexandra Mocanu and Biliana Velikova received the poems via e-mail only a few days ago and sent them back to me as wonderful illustrations.
A flower without a name is a weed; a flower with a Latin name is somehow raised to a state of dignity. If a nettle grows on your bed, label it ‟Urtica dioica,” and you will respect it; you will even loosen the soil for it, and manure it with saltpetre.”
Cercetând situația consumului de semințe de pe la noi ca temă pentru unul dintre cursurile de la Master, am dat peste câteva bucurii notabile. O să las și aici 7 dintre ele:
Finding relatable behaviours and characters and situations always strike me with an oxymoronic mix of relief, sadness, and humour. A phew, I’m not the only one. An oh, boy, this world is screwed.
It’s World Poetry Day today and less than a week ago I decided to make yet another stressful appearance in the inboxes of my fellow illustrators. In a sugar rush, I asked 5 friends if they were interested in making some super quick drawings inspired by… poems.
5 poems I love recently landed in the magic-making hands of 5 local illustrators. Wanda, Dragoș, Anna, Andreea and Daia hosted the poems in their hearts for a week and now we're sending them into the world as delightful illustrations.
Ieri am publicat ilustrațiile pentru poeziile lunii, azi trimit newsletterul pe care-l termin imediat, dar imediat după ce mai citesc o dată cel mai frumos poeseu peste care-am dat în ultima vreme.
„Alice (din Țara Minunilor) se plictisește lângă sora ei care citește, trage cu ochiul în cartea ei, dar pentru că nu vede imagini sau linii de dialog, se-ntreabă înainte s-adoarmă: ce rost are o carte fără poze sau dialoguri?”
Zilele trecute, ca să-mi amintesc că sunt, totuși, un om destul de norocos pe această planetă, am primit cu împrumut cea mai frumoasă carte care s-a tipărit vreodată în România. Știu că de obicei exagerez cu entuziasmul și complimentele, dar de data asta nu.

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