<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 15 Nov 2009 09:49:52 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Vasile Baghiu's "Chimerical" Blog</title><description>Vasile Baghiu, a Romanian, tries to find his way as a writer within the English langauage's area. He began in 2003 what he calls “the adventure of writing poems in English”. The result is that some of them have already appeared in magazines and anthologies in the USA, the UK, New Zeeland and Canada. He has been learning English by himself. The word “chimerical” in the title comes from his "manifesto of chimerism”, which theorizes on a transnational perspective in poetry.</description><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-7458876007685245739</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 06:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-03T08:28:24.411+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>New poems, in their double version, Romanian and English, new moods, new ways to believe that the beautiful things are still possible in our world...</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-poems-in-their-double-version.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-5500028643091827747</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Oct 2009 04:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T07:35:11.135+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I am back now to poetry. Five poems in just one week.</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-back-now-to-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-838388338071699264</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jun 2009 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-30T19:47:03.733+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>"My Life as a Man" by Philip Roth, in its Romanian edition, is the special book that has accompanied me since yesterday. I have a lot to learn from this master!</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-as-man-by-philip-roth-in-its.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-1272651445335768225</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Jun 2009 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-19T08:06:29.042+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I write these days lines and phrases without thinking of reader, just for the art’s sake, and this is the mood I always look for.</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-write-these-days-lines-and-phrases.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-7858262736465650059</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-02T20:35:54.788+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>Poetry is something easy to write, but not very easy to live.</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2009/06/poetry-is-something-easy-to-write-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-8198094208243575540</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2009 06:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-17T08:32:15.138+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>There are many ways a writer finds the path toward his natural goal, to write as many good pages, as many good books as possible. They differ with each and every single writer. As far as I am concerned, I have written my books in different conditions, due to a strong consciousness of the fact that I must not waste in vain the talent that God gave me. What is strange somehow is that in this matter</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2009/02/there-are-many-ways-writer-finds-path.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-8700891613626073686</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 14:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T16:55:24.191+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>These days before Christmas… Preparations, visits, a certain emotion coming from far away, from childhood, a little bit of magic adding itself to the day to day life, an undefined waiting… Children repeating carols… Our Savior’s birth is a gift we get each and every year… Merry Christmas!</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/12/these-days-before-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-6224110532815763075</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 08:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T10:05:14.911+02:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>To be just normal has become one of the most extravagancies nowadays.</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-just-normal-has-become-one-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-3920503725798040191</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Oct 2008 07:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T14:45:12.716+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>I have been trying to come back to poetry during the last time. This is just a new piece.Those DaysThere are those dayseveryone has to face at least once; and I am surethey can be taken as gifts when nothing else comes. Days when you wait for good newsforgetting that the main reasonyou might enjoy lifeis that you are still alive. Those days when nothing fits, and even kind wordsfrom strangers are</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-have-been-trying-to-come-back-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-2689184789934014685</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 05:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-04T09:11:22.848+03:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'>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…</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-is-autumn-here-in-romania-again.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-2279337219998515187</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 15:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-19T18:57:05.928+03:00</atom:updated><title>Vacation</title><atom:summary type='text'>It is summer, andall the people have gone.I use this time to walkin my town,very often,alone.Today I sawthe leaves of grass among the pavement stoneson a school playground.</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-1398434865500352936</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 08:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-04T11:34:58.296+03:00</atom:updated><title>the feeling of waiting</title><atom:summary type='text'>When I do not write poems a long period of time, I have the feeling of waiting. It is not, though, that kind of waiting I wish, because I know that if poetry lets itself to be carried away by this wave, it “gains” nuances of cliché, sentimentalist and common. What I have to do is to try to forget that I have to write, to try to live all the states having the appearance of poetry only for </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-i-do-not-write-poems-long-period.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-2441751294310202280</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jul 2008 16:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-03T19:25:25.183+03:00</atom:updated><title>a minimal threshold</title><atom:summary type='text'>I think of simple things of life in the same way I do in relation with good lines. The day-to-day banalities of life contains as much poetry as the good lines contains usual life. The border between them can be passed over – on both directions – only on the base of an active conscience, only due to a big effort of maintaining the sensitivity’s level at a minimal threshold. Without this effort of </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/07/minimal-threshold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-1920959384758215674</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Jun 2008 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-03T21:23:58.761+03:00</atom:updated><title>Dialogue Patty Zion - Vasile Baghiu</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is an interview that I was asked by Patty Zion, appeared on the website of TJMF Publishing (www.tjmfpublishing.com). Patty Zion is the author of “Child at Heart: Poems for Your Inner Child” and "Nurturing a Poem", both available on Amazon. She and her husband live in the northern Appalachian mountains of western Pennsylvania, where she enjoys a small-town life. Patty is a freelance editor </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/06/dialogue-patty-zion-vasile-baghiu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-3988894725791388935</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 07:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T10:59:41.208+03:00</atom:updated><title>the real truth and the poetical truth</title><atom:summary type='text'>The internal logic of a poem is different from the life’s logic. Sometimes a poet says things that are different from his/her thoughts and feelings just because he/she pursues the very goal a poem can pursue. The priority of a poet is not to reveal life as it is, but rather to reveal the poetical nuances that life contains. That’s why sometimes a poet “lies”. That’s why sometimes a poet says not </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-truth-and-poetical-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-7005378856695362407</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 11:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-23T14:21:04.400+03:00</atom:updated><title>rhymes</title><atom:summary type='text'>A good question has been posted on Poetry Circle: "Why don't poems rhyme anymore?". I tryed to answer: "Poems do not rhyme anymore maybe because things themselves don't rhyme anymore." Just my answer... And I really belive in this...</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-question-has-been-posted-on-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-6653900546064478608</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-05T10:40:48.342+03:00</atom:updated><title>poetry and honesty</title><atom:summary type='text'>A poem often loses its poetical effect because of the cliché contained; I mean that there is a difference between the effect of what we say in the real life and the effect of what we say in a poem. In the real life, a sentence like “I suffer very much!” can have an echo in the souls of the people around (which is perfect normal), but the same sentence in a poem is a very common cliché and breaks </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/04/poetry-and-honesty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-5719219128930202647</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 05:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-02T09:31:40.374+03:00</atom:updated><title>to be a critic when you are a poet</title><atom:summary type='text'>People generally do not like to be criticized, and I dare to say that the poets do not make an exception. This is somehow understandable from the very human viewpoint. What makes the difference is whether or not someone being criticized takes the critique (upon his/her work) personal. When you are just a literary critic, I mean when you write critique only, things are easier, as you do not </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-be-critic-when-you-are-poet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-9126684192873241307</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-19T22:08:01.746+02:00</atom:updated><title>poetry is rather a matter of life than art</title><atom:summary type='text'>I use to say that poetry is rather a matter of life than art. I believe in this idea. I think that it is more important that a poet should have the capacity to notice the very facts of life than to be able to "arrange" some words on a paper sheet. If a poet can see and understand life, then that poet will be able to write. Technically, writing can be learned, which is not the case with the </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/03/poetry-is-rather-matter-of-life-than.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-2234379859749334179</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Jan 2008 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-03T22:53:05.263+02:00</atom:updated><title>the sufference behind the poem</title><atom:summary type='text'>It seems that today, in a comment on a poem on a poetry website, I have involuntarily said something important in terms of poetry's perception. Involuntarily, yes, as I am not that whise... “Words say what they say no matter what our intention is.” That really makes me think, as I can see in this phrase the answer which can be given to a young poet facing criticism and wrongly thinking that the </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/01/sufference-behind-poem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-5155959778329957850</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-24T11:09:25.279+02:00</atom:updated><title>this "new machanism"</title><atom:summary type='text'>They say that poetry belongs to youth. That could be true. At forty-two I am not that young any more. Maybe that is why I do not write poetry as I once did, simply by writing an entire poem on a paper sheet on a desk margin. I use to write now after long reflections and dialogs with myself, after days in which I feel that a confused feeling “wants” to get familiar with me, after a line becomes </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-machanism.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-242705815409560501</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Jan 2008 08:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-20T10:18:03.452+02:00</atom:updated><title>Half an hour a day for a poem</title><atom:summary type='text'>I think that poetry can reveal what is hidden in our soul, and that this is a blessing we should enjoy more than we usually do. Half an hour a day for a good poem is what we should need in this agitated time. It keeps our sensitivity alive.</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-that-poetry-can-reveal-what-is.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-8165215234017254451</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 13:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T16:01:56.363+02:00</atom:updated><title>"those days when I am not inspired"</title><atom:summary type='text'>Though I do not consider writing as the most important thing in my life, I become worried a bit during those days when I am not inspired. Despite the fact I am able to enjoy the simplicity of life, I do not like these moments lacked of inspiration. It could sound not quite clear, but maybe this is because I feel that time is not always on our side and that somehow people expect us to do something</atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2007/12/those-days-when-i-am-not-inspired.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-1192550204917301158</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T16:14:17.283+02:00</atom:updated><title>We can't watch from outside our mother tongue.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Regarding the way I write my poems, I write most of them almost simultaneously in Romanian and in English. The two versions of the same poetical substance influence each other. I find this as a very exciting experience, in terms of poetry. Anyway, what I can say for sure is that the perspective through English makes me pay more attention to words, which I did not do in such a measure before, </atom:summary><link>http://vasilebaghiu-en.blogspot.com/2008/01/regarding-way-i-write-my-poems-i-write.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Vasile Baghiu)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2512615429075463544.post-2818852139267581382</guid><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2007 13:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-19T16:07:08.237+02:00</atom:updated><title>"Writing is work!"</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last year, when I traveled to the UK as a fellow of a “writers-in-residence” program, I was asked by a lady (an officer at the passport control section of the Hethrew airport in London), why I did not receive an work visa but just a tourist one, because she said and repeated with the most natural air in the world: “Writing is work! 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