Listen to me, street. — wherever I pass each moment is a moment between me and my life. Then respect, respect is due to me, because this drama is a drama of my life even when nothing happens.
Only God sums up; we live in the present.
Extracts of Existence, book, William Markiewicz
“Good Ol’ Spain”
The lady was French though she’d either been born in Spain or came as a little girl. Her father was a diplomat. He didn’t request Spanish citizenship for her so though she stayed in Madrid she always remained a French citizen I believe. I don’t know what happened to her father but she and her brothers remained in Spain. During the Spanish Civil War she was a teenager and became a Socialist. She was denounced and arrested and spent the whole war in prison. Almost every night … Read More
The river bed remains even when the river is gone. A time bed is similarly carved in our memory. Consequently, we measure time by looking backwards
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Facing time and reality, what can we do with our instants and our dreams?
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Past: eternity put into storage
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Now:
Life is what’s going on now
It contains your heart and your soul
For now.
Yesterday died, tomorrow doesn’t exist
Now is as big as the universe
Now . . . !
Extracts of Existence
In the past, people were divided into believers and atheists; they followed either their gurus or their senses and their down to earth logic. Now things are more complicated; there are degrees in almost everything. Materialists are shaken by Relativity and Quanta while, for many believers, the gurus’ faith and authority come into question.
When agnostics start to dig into the Holy Scriptures, it resembles those ancient alchemists whose research often brought unimagined results. A.J. Jakobs, a New York author, an agnostic, spent a whole year living the Bible literally, … Read More
I met her in Paris where she worked as a maid. She was a peasant from around Burgos (northern Spain). Her mother died early and her father and stepmother treated her inhumanly. When she was five years old they sent her to a convent. There she wasn’t handled with silk gloves either; Spain was simply a hard country where the strongest survived. Five year old Carol scrubbed the convent’s floors and washed clothes from morning to night. She stood on a chair raised up on blocks … Read More
Wlodek was born before the war in a Polish prison. Mother– a Jewess — was an active communist and named her son for Lenin. Father — probably also a Jew — fell in some military action before or during the war. The Russians, when they entered Poland, deported her and the child to Central Asia and there she stopped being a communist. By profession she was a nurse and when she protested that Uzbeks and Kazakhs were injected one after another with one unsterilized needle, … Read More
No accolades, prizes
Shiney things, false mirrors/illusions
I don’t deserve more since
I have everything
Before me roads to unknown
For companions
…..emotions – come together/like a traffic jam
Sky of lead
By WM –on a scrap of paper, unfinished?
Purity, Security — the DDT Mentality
In the name of security, the strong one conquers the weaker with total impunity because who could determine his reasons and check his agenda. He has on his side the silent majority of gullible or cynical citizens. He always has the last word; when all is quiet, he’ll take credit for his “policy of vigilance.” If there’s trouble, he’ll say: “I told you they’re dangerous!” His victims are the masses on both sides, the defeated as well as the winners, because the dominant nation … Read More
The external world affects our brain which, in its turn, affects our body. But both – brain and body – have their center in the middle of the chest: solar plexus, there, where we discover ourself facing ourself. Solar plexus is our Kundalini, the center of our fight or peace facing life. It’s there where we discover our potential. Kundalini also teaches us that nothing is important under the sun because things that are really important, those of life and death, happen at the level of the exterior world, not … Read More
Esteban is a Spaniard of Catalan mother and Andalusian father. He grew up in a small Catalan city. He came from Barcelona to Paris with dreams of journalistic glory as an envoy of a literary magazine. He had the great sensitivity of a writer but for success he lacked two basic qualities: education and money. In Barcelona, the magazine published his rubric a la Dear Abby which he surely handled well because he knew how to dig into life situations and his religious morality concorded with that … Read More
