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TERESA WILMS MONTT ~ “TO DIE, AFTER FEELING EVERYTHING AND BEING NOTHING…”

TERESA WILMS MONTT  POET FROM CHILE (Viña del Mar, 1893 – París 1921): She was born in a wealthy family, daughter of Federico Guillermo Wilms Montt and Brieba, and his wife Luz Victoria Montt and Montt. Given the social context of that time, her primary instruction was given to her by governesses and particular teachers. When Teresa turned 17, she got married with Gustavo Balmaceda Valdés. In the following years (1911 y 1913) she gave birth to her daughters, Elisa and Silvia Luz. Almost right after the wedding, the...

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FEELING OF IMMORTALITY ~ POEM BY MONIQUE LUCY WEBERINK

FEELING OF IMMORTALITY Please stop, I need silence inside Be quiet, there is so much noise No longer is it possible to live Words are floating away from me Dragged along with the ocean tide My body and soul are kept in piece While walking along this seashore Feelings are drawn away from me Picked up by the unpredictable tide Gone forever dragged into the deep New waves keep arriving onshore The water looks so tender and soft But at the same time so very cruel I am much...

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THE MANY FACES OF BENJAMIN FONDANE

The Many Faces of Fondane: Man Ray made a photographic portrait of Fondane with two heads (right) but Victor Brauner’s oil portrait has Fondane as a beheaded Holofernes. Benjamin Fondane was a Poet, Critic and Filmmaker Fondane (born Benjamin Wechsler in 1898, and murdered in Auschwitz in 1944)

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ANNE MICHAELS ~ ON GRIEF

“Grief requires time. If a chip of stone radiates its self, its breath, so long, how stubborn might be the soul” Anne Michaels Fugitive Pieces

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EMILY DICKINSON ~ ON POETRY

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these” Emily Dickinson (American Poet, 1830-1886)

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D.H. LAWRENCE ~ ON HUMANITY

“When we get out of the glass bottles of our ego, and when we escape like squirrels turning in the cages of our personality and get into the forests again, we shall shiver with cold and fright but things will happen to us so that we don’t know ourselves. Cool, unlying life will rush in, and passion will make our bodies taut with power, we shall stamp our feet with new power and old things will fall down, we shall laugh, and institutions will curl up like burnt paper.”...

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GABRIELA MISTRAL ~ DUSK

DUSK I feel my heart melting in the mildness like candles my veins are slow oil and not wine, and I feel my life fleeing hushed and gentle like the gazelle. Gabriela Mistral (April 7, 1889 – January 10, 1957 / Vicuna / Chile)

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MALLARME ~ THE CREATION OF SILENCE

“It is the job of poetry to clean up our word-clogged reality by creating silences around things.” ~Stephen Mallarme

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G.B. SHAW ~ PASSION AND INSPIRATION OF THE MUSE

* “I want my dark lady. I want my angel. I want my tempter. I want the lighter of my seven lamps of beauty, honour, laughter, music, love, life and immortality. I want my inspiration, my folly, my happiness, my divinity, my madness, my selfishness, my final sanity and sanctification, my transfiguration, my purification, my light across the sea, my palm across the desert, my garden of lovely flowers, my million nameless joys, my day’s wage, my night’s dream, my darling and my star.” ~ George Bernard Shaw in...

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LANGSTON HUGHES ~ ON DREAMS

DREAMS Hold fast to dreams For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow. Langston Hughes (1902 – 1967 / Missouri/The United States) Drawing of Langston Hughes by Winold Reiss

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