Green ink

You know what they say about those who use green ink? Should I say – yes- she thought, all the words emerald. I’d have to research that, she nodded, words verdant and flourishing, sprouting a maze in her head. Green. The colour of death — Of the plants foraging for corpses with their toesies. The […]

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when life gives you Kora…

Sekou Kouyate, concert in VEF Kultūras pils on March 7, 2019 Briefly. I have had Sekou Kouyate on my Spotify West African playlist for some time already. And then there was this almost sunny day in mid-February when walking by the National Library, I walked into a poster advertising his concert in Riga. I had […]

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This year in posts

as the custom is, here i’ll post the title and first two sentences of the blog posts over this year (2018). let’s see how that goes. January TRANSLATING VERTICALITY I am Vertical by Sylvia Plath Es stāvu uz augšu But I would rather be horizontal. Bet ļoti gribas būt šķērsām. February CHOICES tea or coffe? […]

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the days will grow longer

the trees wore white like brides of the hoarfrost, standing tall under the veil of the pale cloud-intoned sky. not only the pines, birches and maples, and lindens, and aspens, even the spruces had dressed their hands in white spikes to pierce the shorter days of the year. an unobtrusive sun peeked over the treeline […]

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the delusion of idolatry

does christianity deny the fullness of life before death? is it really more about life after death, or the future, than it is about here and now, and the things we do and choose? i really do not know. if one reads the media perspective, the published reflections of those that have lost their illusions about […]

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The perks of being on the sidelines

One of the most beautiful poems I have recently read is this: a breezy august sweater she wore bearing me around my shoulders (Kate Kaulakalna) The picture is perfect. The time stands still, projecting a feeling of emptiness, simultaneously reflecting the temperature gradient of late summer and a filial sensation of continuity and memory. The […]

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