I have previously published 3 posts presenting some poems from WordPress blogs by readers of Agapeta, in other words users who made themselves known to me by following my blog, liking its posts, or commenting them. See the 1st, 2nd and 3rd. I will now present my latest selection of such poems. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
This is my third post presenting poems published on WordPress blogs by my readers, in other words users who made themselves known to me by following Agapeta, by liking its posts, or commenting them. Indeed, I always have a look at the blog of anyone who follows Agapeta, likes a post, or writes a comment. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
WordPress blog statistics include “Search Terms”, which mean the terms, words, and phrases entered in a search engine that led readers to the blog. Mostly it indicates “Unknown Search Terms”, which means that WordPress could not determine these terms (for instance, some search engine encrypt them). But sometimes it can discover them, and that can be funny. CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Last year, in the post Poetry by readers I gave links to poems published on WordPress by four of my readers. Unfortunately, three of them have since deleted their site, and only one poem remains on WordPress: Fleeting Moments by Michael33. However I could recover on a Google cache the text of one poem: I’d Love To Love You by (Anyone you want me to be), so I added it to the post. Also Internet Archive saved a copy of 50 Word Stories: trespassing with velvet by Nina Karadzic. The rest seems lost… CONTINUE READING / CONTINUER LA LECTURE…
Beautiful colours for a beautiful smile: tawny eyes, tawny hair, pink face and a pink dress with tawny shades… such a beauty calls for love.
Je suis là
Dans la rue
Qui n’est plus
Le 23 février commémore deux grands poètes, deux existences aux vies trop courtes, minées par la maladie et assombries par la souffrance, mais aussi deux voix de la beauté, de la vérité et de l’amour.
Un jeune homme, une jeune fille, l’un anglais, l’autre française, une vie de bohème et une vie de famille, deux écritures différentes…
Le 23 février 1900 mourait Ernest Dowson, âgé de 32 ans, le corps ravagé par la tuberculose, la misère et l’alcool, le cœur brisé d’avoir été rejeté par la fille qu’il aimait, Adelaide, qui avait inspiré ses plus beaux poèmes et à qui il avait dédié son premier recueil de vers.
“Ernest, were you ever in love?”
“Vous me demandez si j’ai aimé: oui! c’est une histoire singulière et terrible.”
Le 23 février 1913 naquit Sabine Sicaud, qui mourut à 15 ans dans d’atroces souffrances, ayant contracté l’ostéomyélite suite à une infection de la jambe. Elle rêvait d’amour avec Vassili, un cavalier venu de Russie, compagnon imaginaire qui la suivit dans ses derniers poèmes.
La chaise vide… Ah comment feras-tu
pour supporter cela ?
Et moi qui pars, comment ferai-je
pour supporter le reste ?
On April the 15th, 2016, the Department of English and Comparative Literature of the University of London organizes a one-day conference on Ernest Dowson.
Email: firstname.lastname@example.org (Jessica Gossling and Alice Condé)
In Agapeta I have used three pictures of an Asian girl to illustrate posts (first, second and third); moreover the third one appears in the blog header and is my Gravatar. I had found them on Internet in July 2014 (probably on a Tumblr page), but I did not remember where. Several readers have complimented me on my choice, and even one of them fell in love with her.
One reader held a blog about girls entitled Copine 1 and 2; it consisted mainly of “random posts” giving, after a short introductory text, many photographs of beautiful little girls; in some sense, it was a successful girl fashion magazine (it has been suspended by WordPress). But in a post dated 28 November 2015, he revealed that he found the origin of the pictures and the name of the girl. She is called Mai Vi, she was photographed by Duy Anh Phan (also called Doak Phan), the three photographs can be found (in various sizes) on one of his Flickr pages.
Therefore I award this reader the Agapeta trophy:
[Updated 3rd December 2015.]
The post After Many Years gave the story of Eva Edit Weinberger, a little Hungarian girl gassed in Auschwitz in June 1944, at age 6. It was based on Judith Kalman’s Nazi War-Crime Trial Testimony presented at the trial of Oskar Gröning, the bookkeeper of Auschwitz.
Judith Kalman made on July 8 a final statement for the Trial of Oskar Gröning.
The article Ein Leben, aus dem Tod geboren, Frankfurter Allgemeine Zeitung, May 6, 2015, gave an uncropped image of the photograph of Eva at age 4; I reproduce it here:
Most of Eva’s family had been caught in a Nazi raid and sent to die in Auschwitz. Zsuzsa Rochlitz was the only family member caught in that roundup who returned alive after the war. Judith Kalman has added to her Nazi War-Crime Trial Testimony a photograph of Zsuzsa with Eva as a baby:
The psychiatrist and painter Francine Mayran has devoted her work to the memory of the main genocides of the 20th century (Armenia, Jews and Romas under Nazism, Rwanda). In particular some of her paintings deal with Roma and Jewish children victims of the Nazi Holocaust. From this collection I have selected the above painting of Settela Steinbach. It is an oil on canvas coated with concrete, size 30 × 40 cm2.
2 August 1867 marks the birthday of Ernest Dowson, poet, novelist, short-story writer, absinthe drinker, worshipper of Minnie Terry and devoted lover of Adelaide Foltinowicz.
The best tribute to Dowson’s poetry was given by Oscar Wilde in a letter written to him on 28 June 1897:
I write a little line … to tell you how charming you are … Tonight I am going to read your poems—your lovely lyrics—words with wings you write always. It is an exquisite gift, and fortunately rare in an age whose prose is more poetic than its poetry.
In a letter to Leonard Smithers sent from Paris just after hearing news of Dowson’s death on 23 February 1900, Wilde gave also the best tribute to him as a lover:
Poor wounded wonderful fellow that he was, a tragic reproduction of all tragic poetry, like a symbol, or a scene. I hope bay leaves will be laid on his tomb and rue and myrtle too for he knew what love was.
Let us hear the message hidden in a draft of Dowson’s poem Wisdom :
Dream all thy dreams and dream them well, true
The Letters of Ernest Dowson, Desmond Flower and Henry Maas (editors), Fairleigh Dickinson University Press, 1967, Introduction to Part V, pages 377 and 421.
Ernest Dowson Collected Poems, Robert Kelsey Rought Thornton and Caroline Dowson (editors), Birmingham University Press, 2003, page 261.
I read from POPSUGAR the following charming story. Abby, a 4 year old girl treated for leukemia at Albany Medical Center in New York, fell in love with her male nurse, Matt. She told her mom that she was planning to marry him… and indeed, the hospital staff organized the ceremony, with the nurses as bridesmaids and a doctor as the mayor presiding. CONTINUE READING…
Following my post Poetry by readers, I will renew my tribute to readers of Agapeta, this time by giving links to some of their articles that I consider remarkable for the beauty of an included image, or for having a link to wonderful images. By reader, I mean here any blogger who follows Agapeta or has clicked “like” on a post or has written a comment after it. Sorry, I cannot present any beautiful work by someone who does not have a blog address. There are also many readers who remain invisible to me, since they do not perform any of the actions (like, comment or follow) that bring them to my notice. CONTINUE READING…