On poetry as therapy

Over the past two months, I’ve learnt a lot about writing as therapy. Since early October I’ve written more pages of poetry than I usually muster in a year, though I still have a long way to go. Day poems about walking and madness, night poems in which I confront past and present ghosts one at …

Għal għonq it-triq #9: L-Imħabba wara l-imħabba, ta’ Derek Walcott

Insejt meta ltqajt mal-versi ta’ Walcott għall-ewwel darba. Li niftakar żgur, jien u miexi f’Berlin fir-rebbiegħa tal-2008, sibt edizzjoni bilingwi, bellezza, tal-ġabra The Prodigal fil-ħanut tal-Haus der Kulturen den Welt. Ktieb li żammli kumpanija għal tliet ijiem, jitma’ u jtuq dik il-malinkonija ħelwa tal-vjaġġ solitarju f’belt ġdida u fi lsien ġdid. Illum lil Walcott nammirah …

Love at the bottom of the sea

(Re-published from the Passaport Project blog) Ewropa! Intix tisma’ l-imħabba ssejjaħ minn qiegħ il-baħar? Europe! Can you not hear love calling out from the bottom of the sea? Europe ! N’entends-tu donc pas l’appel de l’amour venant du fond de la mer ? Europa! Ben je doof voor de roep van liefde uit de zeebodem? …