Sunday, December 23, 2018


The Battlements

I mistrustly approach towards the massive and silent walls. I feel the threat, so I move forward slowly, resolutely and carefully. So far I relied on my strong hands and I'm sure I can count in the future as well. My body is tense. One step. One more step. I'm careful while lurking. I'm ready when a silex ax from above the walls... read more

Saturday, December 22, 2018



Autumn is roaring
An agonic sound,
Birds are flying
And hiding around.

Rain is dropping... read more 


Albert Camus - Philosopher of Absurdity and Revolt

Camus's book The Myth of Sisyphus belongs to the philosophy of absurd. Sisyphus, a character of Greek-Lattin mythology, has been condemned to always roll a boulder to the top of a mountain, boulder that rolls back to the valley, symbolizing the tragic existance of man... read more

Thursday, December 20, 2018



So many nights I hear raining,
I listen to the matter crying...
I'm alone and think
About lake houses are to sink.

It seems I sleep on wet wood,
A wave hit me and understood... read more

Tuesday, December 18, 2018


A Paradoxical Friend

I have never understood the paradoxes of my friend Teofil. He judges all in reverse; in every case where we are accustomed to giving an explanation that we have prepared, without having to worry about being original, Teofil finds an entirely unusual explanation. He's extravagant in everything... read more


Drowsy Birds

Drowsy birds at even gliding,
Round about their nests alight, 
In among the branches hiding -
Dear, good night !
Silence through the forest creeping,
Lullaby the river sighs;
In the garden flower sleeping -
Shut your eyes ! ... read more


Tower of Babel - An Ancient Enigma

The purpose of ancient travelers in Babylon was the Tower of Babel. Artists rushed to paint it with vague ancient clues.The tower appears first in the Roman era, in Saint Savin's mural paintings, in the mosaics of the Monreale cathedral, in the sculpture at the... read more


The Colours

Last night it seemed to me that I was in a strange world whitout bright colours - black trees against a cloudy sky, black shadows against white wals... And I got afraid and started to cry for help. And... just in a story, coloured pencils marching one by one to me saying... read more

Monday, December 17, 2018


I Konow Something Good About You

Wouldn't this world be better
If the folks we meet would say -
"I know something good about you !"
And treat us just in this way ?

Wouldn't it be fine and dandy... read more 


The Beginnings of the American Literature

That literature means the record of human experience is a well-known fact but as concerns American Literature, this means something more: it reflects the pioneer's strife to escape poverty and tyrany  and find a new continent to conquer, new lands to people.
The development of American Literature how much history affects literature but at the same time how much literature reflects the times in which it was written... read more 


Be the Best of Whatever You Are

If you can't be a fir on the top of the hill,
Be a bush in the valley - but be 
The best little bush by the side of the rill;
Be a bush if you cant be a tree...
If you can't be a bush, be a bit of the grass,
And some highway happier make.
If you can't be an ocean, you still have a pass
If you are the most wonderful lake... read more


Eugene O'Neil - Psychology of Expressionism

In the interval between the two world wars there flourished a literary genre which seemed to have been neglected for a long time. Drama, with its capacity to use a local scene as a microcosm of the life and mind of the whole of society, was the genre which could best present man's worried consciousness in action... read more