poem – Gloria La Marr

Pastirica

Čini mi se da ću ovim poglavljem učiniti nešto prijelomno ― odlučujem ovo i buduća poglavlja pisati na hrvatskom jeziku. Doduše, to sam i ranije znala učiniti (napose onda kada bih pisala o svojoj poeziji), no ovo poglavlje vuče me da ga predstavim nikako drugačije no tako: i sam naziv lijepo mi zvuči kada ga naslovim „Pastirica“.

Zamišljam zelene poljane, mir u duši, bose noge i livadno cvijeće. To je seoska raskoš, neko buduće doba. Prošlost, koja mi je nekoć bila mila, neka se ponovi.

― iz druge zbirke poezije

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Photography, Poetry, The story of a writer

Povratak u djetinjstvo

Premda sam sva poglavlja, osim ona o poeziji, pisala na engleskom jeziku, ovaj se puta opredijeljujem za hrvatski jezik jer je tema, o kojoj ću pisati, vezana uz djetinjstvo — točnije, uspomene kojima su me dovela plodna polja koja sam neki dan posjetila prvi puta nakon dvadesetak godina. Riječ je o zemlji koja je pripadala mojem pradjedu s majčine strane, a s kojom sam i sama, preko mojeg dide, bila povezana. Kad su još bili u moći da zemlju obrađuju, baka i dido zaputili bi se ondje te bi kopali, sadili, žnjeli, kupili šljive i odmarali pod tad velikim stablom vrbe, kojeg više nema. Ondje bih se, u hladu tog raskošnog drveta, skrila u hlad i igrala. Dido ga je zasadio kad je bio dječak.

Vrativši se u svoje selo sasvim nenadano, uspomene su se počele oživljavati. Nedugo o svom povratku, dobila sam ideju da na tim prostranstvima fotografiram nekog mladića i oživim sjećanje na svog didu, prema pričama iz didine mladosti koje mi je pripovijedala baka.

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Fashion

All the colors of autumn

Indeed, “the pears have withered and many various fruit” because “autumn brought its own glamour” – once I wrote in a poem. Except of all the natural beauties that could be seen wherever the step goes, the same days bring such a particular style of wearing I am truly enjoying: brown, black, yellow, cream and sometimes orange with the golden details make the fashionable delicatessen of the season for me. For this occasion I will recollect a couple of styles I worn recently, giving also a couple of thoughts about it. The main idea here to mention is: I am such a fashion lover!

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Fashion, Poetry

One of the many beginnings

As all the beginnings I had, this one does not seem to be easy also: it is so hard to start that very first sentence; but as I continued to go forward, the unknown fields became less and less demanding and my steps seemed to go… livelier. Such chapters are not something new to me, really: back in 2011 I began to write on one of the Serbian forums about my experience with poetry and parallel presenting the new artistic photographs mostly made inspired by it. The theme got a charming number of views and a good feedback but, as the time was passing by, the new opportunities appeared and the old ones got forgotten.

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