Friday, 18 April 2014 @09:12
"So now the war is over
and now the love is over:
how beautiful the death
well prepared in advance."
The poet who wrote these verses, Nina Cassian, died a few days ago, aged 89, in New York. She was Rumanian, Jewish, first Communist, then dissident, then expat in the States as another beloved Nina émigrée, Nina Berberova. I quote a friend of hers, documentary maker Mona Nicoara, who said: "Nina Cassian, who lived, loved, wrote, smoked, drank, and played more than any of us has gone - simply, swiftly, at home, the way she had hoped to go". Passages. The death she wished for.
Friday, 11 April 2014 @18:55
"When you buy a piece of vintage clothing you’re not just buying the fabric and thread – you’re buying a piece of someone’s past".
The secret lives of clothes.
Friday, 4 April 2014 @17:20
Que me busquen mañana.
Hoy tengo cita con las golondrinas.
(Jorge Carrera Andrade)
Please come back tomorrow. Today I have an appointment with swallows. And spring.
Yes, I write. Yes, I believe in the magic of words. That’s why you’ll find me here, every Friday: Lisa “globish”!
I believe in the magic of words, and I believe Piazza Unità in Trieste, where I was born, is the most romantic square in the world. (And yes, it’s in Italy, proudly facing the sea). I love roses in every form. And, of course, I do love my blog, expecially now that I can carry it around on my iPhone.