An international blog about literature and ecocriticism. Here I include my own lyrics, by Rui M. and also the work of others, from 10 to 14 each month 2017: new contributions sent to Periodical Art contests and Critics. Thanks. Arigatou

Jan 16

 A DJ using a Portuguese Guitar.

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Jun 14

Utopia, at the book fair, was the putrid smell of impossible dreams but also the flowers alone, abandoned on the floor, in their purplish blue, drunk smell of the pollen, that where able to prostrate themselves at my side, in their indecent innocence...

Crazy Summer dreams, trapped in a paper container, like fries with sauces, eaten there by myself, condemned to be, at the very end, only a memory, a warm sky with an unnamed color ... no words to describe. A symbol of a way that words do not allow us to follow. So just a dream, despised by many but not by me during that beloved visit.



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Jan 13

Dear friends, good evening. Today is one of those days when I leave here some words about literature. I hope you enjoy and comment. The literature can be seen, in my opinion, as a way to get what we do not have or do not find around us. Maybe I'm exaggerating, some people may think when reading these lines, but if you think about it, why the "fantastic" has success as literary style, in a world that tends to be more uniform, dispite the innovation (and the action to be different) are said to be something that should be followed? Also, why the novels are able to capture so many readers in a context where divorces are so frequent? I have no certainties, but that the hypothesis of an inner search is not unreasonable, it is not ... See you soon, and good reading!

published by talesforlove às 23:13