Tag Archives: Inspiration

My Inspiration for September 2018

30 Sep

I was in such a romantic mood this September, and I hope it continues well into October. When leaves start falling and rains play wistful melodies, my thoughts go to all things romantic and sublime; haunted castles, vampires and bats, crooked hawthorn trees, flowers wilting in moonlight, poetry read in candlelit old chambers, dust and spiders, German Romantic painters, Russian literature of Romanticism (Lermontov’s “A Hero of Our Time” is on my mind), deep mysterious forests in crimson and yellow, old Victorian photographs, graveyards, consumptive beauties, Poe’s stories, opium-dens, lilies and wedding veils, distant shores, solemn violins, Chopin’s Nocturnes, a waltz danced with a skeleton, tales of love and death…

I would endure ages of pain to hear one tone of your voice strike on my ear.

(Mary Shelley, from a diary entry, c. October 1822)

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“And I bathed in the light you gave but it’s dark in another way” (by worteinbildern)

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My Inspiration for August 2018

31 Aug

I was in such a Gothic mood this August, most likely because of Mary Shelley’s brilliant novella “Mathilda”. Castles, maidens, long white gowns in Regency style, twilight pink and moody, moonlight’s eerie glow on tall fir trees, pink heather that grows on the moor, beauty of solitude… I read a few interesting books this month, two of which I really recommend: Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury, Howards End by E.M.Forster.

Thoughts of kisses and distant imaginary castles fill my sweetest reveries. These days I am in a contemplative melancholy mood, I seek for the things which were once dear to my heart, and hold my breath for a moment to hear the autumn’s quiet footsteps as she arrives dancing through the leaves… I hold high hopes for Autumn; let it be as sweet as honey.

“My cheek is flushed with pleasure at the imagination of death. (Mary Shelley, Mathilda)

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My Inspiration for July 2018

31 Jul

I’ve read two really amazing books this month: Kate Chopin’s “The Awakening”: it is rather short, the plot develops slowly only to stir your soul suddenly like a thunder in the sky the moment when Edna, drunken from the taste of candour on her lips, realises that the life she is living isn’t what she wanted, that her marriage is an illusion, she is awaken to herself as an individual. The writing is unpretentious and lyrical with many wonderful descriptions. I am also nearly finished with Gabriel García Márquez’s “Love in the Time of Cholera” which is as amazing as I expected from Márquez, the dazzling world of the Caribbean, the realism mingled with idealism, romance with nostalgia. I also watched the same named film with Javier Bardem from 2007 and I thought it was great, and brought many scenes from words to life.

“She felt as if a mist had been lifted from her eyes, enabling her to look upon and comprehend the significance of life, that monster made up of beauty and brutality.” (The Awakening)

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Kilchurn Castle, Scotland (by Stevie Smith)

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Shattered Dreams  by Krista Kruger

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Story Inspiration: Wind, Oranges, Love and Guitars

5 Jul

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My Inspiration for June 2018

29 Jun

This June was a splendid month in my castle by the sea! My garden and flowers, going down to the river or simply gazing at sunsets has brought me immense joy and I am so happy that summer has finally arrived. I’ve enjoyed reading Pablo Neruda and Federico Garcia Lorca’s Sonnets of Dark Love, Anais Nin’s essays On Writing, listening to Blondie, The Police, and Nick Cave’s song Do you love me which has a hypnotic power over me.

I started reading Gabriel García Márquez’s “One Hundred Year of Solitude” again and it is a source of many lovely daydreams, his writing isn’t magic realism but pure magic that touches the heart and soul! Here’s a quote about Aurelio’s infatuation with Remedios, the pretty girl with lily coloured skin and emerald green eyes: “The house became full of love. Aureliano expressed it in poetry that had no beginning or end. He would write it on the harsh pieces of parchment that Melquiades gave him, on the bathroom walls, on the skin of his arms, and in all of it Remedios would appear transfigured: Remedios in the soporific air of two in the afternoon, Remedios in the soft breath of the roses, Remedios in the water-clock secrets of the moths, Remedios in the steaming morning bread, Remedios everywhere and Remedios forever.

I watched three very good films, and I don’t watch a lot of films; a perfectly dreamy, flowery and mysterious Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975), Ladybird (2017) which was very amusing, and Pedro Almodovar’s Julieta (2016) which was deeply sad and poignant. Oh, and I discovered an Uruguayan poet Delmira Agustini (1886-1914) and have been enjoying her whimsical and vibrant poetry.

“I’ll adore you, as a drowned person does the sea.”

(Renée Viven, The Ranson)

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Autumn garden by Jan Hruška.

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Golden afternoons by Pedro Gabriel.

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Story Aesthetic – A Strange Pianist

16 Jun

“Perhaps
we may meet each other in a dream.”

(Marina Tsvetaeva)

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My Inspiration for May 2018

31 May

This May was a month of pink sunsets, rose petals, white gowns, wheat and red poppies that sang dithyrambs in the wind, and delightful conversations with red carnations that grow joyously in a pot on my balcony, Spanish sounds of Francisco Táregga’s guitar, long walks and laughter by the river, Joan Baez and Omara Portuondo’s lovely voices, fragrant bouquets, poetry of Pablo Neruda and Federico Garcia Lorca, wild daydreams of the Caribbean, travelling through the pages of Gabriel Garcia Márquez’s novels. I’ve read his novella “The Incredible and Sad Tale of Innocent Eréndira and her Heartless Grandmother” and have been re-reading “Of Love and Other Demons”. I’ve kissed the velvety petals of pink, orange and ruby red roses, and felt the pebbles of the river’s misty depths underneath my feet. And made a friend with a lonely chestnut tree. I watched two great films: David Lynch’s “Wild at Heart” (1990) with Nicholas Cage and Laura Dern, and “Faustine and the Beautiful Summer” (1970), which I reviewed here. Oh my, there’s a scene I adored in “Wild at Heart” where Sailor and Lulu drive down the desolate road, sunset behind them, freedom in front of them, and the song “Wicked Game” by Chris Isaak plays in the background.  Such wildness and freedom and idealism and rebellion!

Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?” (Pablo Neruda)

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