Varied Entry #1

Varied Entry #1

Quote:
"The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours." -Alan Bennett

Site to check:
PetaPixel

Wikindom:
Phatic: In linguistics, it is an expression whose only function is to perform a social task, as opposed to conveying information.
Example: the question "how are you?" is usually an automatic component of a social encounter. Although there are times when "how are you?" is asked in a sincere, concerned manner, needs to be pragmatically inferred from context and intonation.

Broken April (Full Review)

Broken April (Full Review)

(Yes yes Finally a book review hehe)

The plot: I can't really argue on this much, because everyone who read the novel agreed that the story itself is disturbing and dark, yet strangely captivating to the reader.
Briefly, the human life in this novel is naught, more than naught, though the idea of being killed because you killed would seem fair. Vengeance, the bessa*, the Kanun**..all these are things Kadare knew pretty well how to use. The idea of vengeance itself wasn't new to me, nor to anyone I guess, but the extinction of families was!

Gjorg: The protagonist: I guess the author likes to give life to loads of mysteriousness in his protagonists; the calmness, the serenity, yet the clarity of his case to be so. However, I wasn't drawn by his personality like the protagonists of other novels for Kadare.
The characters of this novel seriously confused me! Diana, Bessian. Ali Binak..all of them had a fateful touch of mysteriousness.

Language and Metaphors:The language was pretty simple and clear, I didn't have much difficulty, I remember I had more difficulty reading Chronicle in Stone than this one. No points raised on this.
The metaphors are undoubtedly the thing I enjoyed the most in this novel. I enjoyed every description, even harsh ones, he put beauty in ugly things very poetically.
I loved the description of April breaking and relinquishing the short life of Gjorg, the description of the old woman talking, how he described the dirt coming from her mouth, it was ugly yet beautiful.

Quotes:
Not much to mention here, a crazy novel would not really withstand wisdom, but here are some descriptions that I found lovely to pen:

"We're entering the shadow-land. The place where the laws of death prevail over the laws of life"

"That fragments of sleep tried to fill in disorder, as a few stars try to people a dark autumn sky"

"It remained there, at his very center, a lost jewel in whose making all the light of the world had been consumed"






















*The pledged word, faith, truth.
**The law

Ponder this!

Ponder this!

L'esprit de l'escalier :
Thinking of a clever comeback when it is too late.
The phenomenon is usually accompanied by a feeling of regret at not having thought of it when it was most needed or suitable.

Source: Wiki

Imagination means Responsibility

Imagination means Responsibility

"Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing." -Benjamin Franklin
Being a reader, I thought writers were so very lucky, they got the whole dictionary of feelings and sentiments in their own hands, striving to create, from their imagination, into the real world, an image that comes to life as the reader goes by. But being a writer, I envied readers, because they take what I never took, each time they read something they thought they understood in a way, next time the interpretation will most probably differ, while mine..it stays the same. However, I carry the responsibility of writing what I am writing, now, and every single day I write, and if you think about it..it's applicable to every kind of art.
You can never really run away from responsibility, if you want to be an artist, you have to be responsible because the whole world will be watching you; scrutinizing, criticizing, doing everything they can to find your flaws-oh and you thought it was easy!
What's written never really dies with time unless you choose to kill it with your own weakness..but once it had its effect on somebody-and I mean negative effect-know that YOU are the one carrying this burden. I'm often picky when it comes to writing, especially articles, because whenever I want to waste someone's precious time on reading, it should be worth it, at least the idea, even if I'm the ugliest writer in the whole world.
Most people in our society think artists are dreamy, unreasonable and idealist. Despite the fact that all artists search for perfection and immortality-or at least most of them-if you're not being dreamy, you're not being reasonable; it only means you're unimaginative and ungifted, and we all know everyone's gifted until they stop to think.
Bottom line is: If you want to be gifted, you have to be responsible, every beautiful thing can get ugly because you never knew how to take full advantage of it, and your gift isn't yours, don't be selfish for it all will come down on you. Speak to the world while you create!

What happens with the Naive

What happens with the Naive

Those little wishes when we were kids, like dreaming of getting married, getting a job- which to most of us was a doctor- and basically the wish to just 'grow up'.
I remember because Mums always used to give us one single and common reaction: a sigh followed by "We've also wanted that but took our wishes back when we did become grown-ups".
So, to get to the main point, some of us wanted this so that they'd get freedom, either of choice or of speech, or even both. Others wanted it to be able to understand things almost perfectly-I was of the latter. I wasn't extraordinary nor smart enough to even understand why I wanted this, maybe I wanted to feel smart though. I hated being naive and I've always hated asking questions, because like many of us thought, I didn't want to look dumb or stupid; I've always cared about how others saw me.
That wasn't the main reason though, I loved discovering things on my own, and feeling that I did something just GREAT! I loved the feeling of knowing something and thinking I was the first in the world to find out about it, I would often be disappointed, however, knowing it on my own always made me feel..something!
I hated being dependent, I hated it when someone told me new things and in my mind I'd go like "Oh, I never knew about that!". I wanted to find things on my own, getting information while you're sitting relaxed on your couch just sucks!
Being a kid to me was like being a bird in a cage, you're only allowed to see, but you cannot break free and get the explanations yourself. The world was what others have drawn to you, what others have implanted for you. And you..? You were just a bystander, a naive, innocent bystander.
I want to read this post years from now, smile and say "I thank you God for what you have granted me, and I shall live whatever phase completely".
I just don't want to be a kid again, I don't want to wish for a past, but a future yet to be.