Vasile Baghiu's "Chimerical" Blog

Thursday, September 04, 2008

It is autumn here in Romania again. And again there will be days full of poetry I will not be able to “manage” properly, to take advantage on them so that I should write poems, poems, poems... A question arises. How to manage the strange situation in which poetry outside is more powerful than poetry inside? I wonder if discipline and determination could solve this matter. I will see…

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lynn doiron said...: Just a little "Hi Vasile!" from northern California. Wanted to say thanks for stoping by my blog from time to time and leaving me a note that you've been there. Much appreciated. When time allows, please read my latest fable entry "The Knife Maker" -- I would be curious as to what you might think.

And as to your musing regarding poetry on the outside versus those songs on the inside of us that we must figure out ways to bring to the page . . . I find some days, especially in the autumn or spring, are too full of everything to translate into the mere words I can muster. But other days, days for remembering and watching a line of ants work their way along the curb, or a line of elderly aunties make their way through the swinging doors of a store to buy groceries for the evening and I recollect faces that are no longer with me -- whether grocery clerk or a dear friend . . . then, sometimes, if I'm very lucky, the poems from the inside can be sung.

I hope I have not rambled on too long. Be well and have a lovely autumn!

lynn
[lynndoiron@wordpress.com]; 07 September 2008 06:01
Vasile Baghiu said...: Many thanks, Lynn! I appreciate both your visit here and your interesting words about what we have to face when writing during times when the world outside is full of poetry. You, know, I also appreciate your work, and I am proud to see you visiting my blog. Thanks again. Keep contact!
Vasile; 07 September 2008 08:04
lynn doiron said...: As I was pleased to see that you visited my short little fable prose poem.

I will be checking in here at your blog from time to time with an interest as to where you are and what you are writing.

Adieu! Lynn; 08 September 2008 18:15

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A Poem

Life

Life is neither so philosophic nor complicated
but you cannot speak about it.

My father, who knew the Soviet Gulag,
had generally good opinions of life.

I also have good thoughts
and so does my wife.

As for our children, they
avoid the subject,
and we prefer to leave them in peace like that.

I remembered life yesterday in the plane,
but immediately forgot it,
especially after a glass of red Pic Saint-Loup,
the stewardess’s smile attached.

London, the muddy Thames,
Big-Ben,
Parliament,
and all the other known buildings
below displayed their splendor
through my eyes - an Eastern European who
has lived half of his life in communism
and the other part in neo-communism.

Life makes me think of life;
death also gives me a way
to think more about it.

I am in a place where
if I could catch the most appropriate note
I would know then
to play brilliantly the score,
and be able, in consequence,
for more enjoying life.

About Me

I am a writer living in Romania, born on December 5, 1965. Since some years ago I have been writing in my native Romanian poems, prose, essays, literary critique, articles on health, social and political issues. All along this time I have published a few books in my countries, which have been well-received. Since about 2003 I have been trying to learn English by myself in the attempt to write my poems in this language too. I still make mistakes, of course, but I am determined to continue the adventure. Some of my works have already been enclosed in magazines and anthologies in the USA, the UK, New Zeeland, Canada. Other works have appeared in translation in publications in different European countries. I have traveled in Europe due to a few “writers-in-residence” grants. I work in the health promotion domain, as I have a qualification in nursing, a BS in psychology, being now enrolled in a Master's degree course in psychological and educational counselling. All these things would be little without my wife, my children, my whole family and my friends. They remind me time to time what life’s meaning really is.

just a few words on my poetical manifesto called "chimerism"

During the last years of the communism in my country, I “invented” in my poems a world with places that I had never visited before, such as Rome or Rio de Janeiro. I simply begun to “pretend” I was free to travel like a Western citizen and to write consequently. The results were many poems about the world, which could not be publish at that restricted time. That would have happened later, when I wrote and published, along the poems, a few theoretical texts that had their echo in the Romanian literary circles. As a transnational poetic theory, “chimerism” includes four elements: traveling, transfiguration, disease and science. They are mixed all together in a poetical substance which tries to expand over the cultural, historical and geographical borders. There is almost in all of my poems a character that “travels” everywhere and behaves like an universal citizen. His name is Himerus Alter, and he “borrowed” my voice pretending in some poems that he really wrote everything I have written. He sometimes "visits" the sanatorium (in which I really lived and worked once as a nurse) and reflects upon disease, science, life and his proper condition as a human being.

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just a few words on my poetical manifesto called "chimerism"

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