“Why I Write” by George Orwell

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“From a very early age, perhaps the age of five or six, I knew that when I grew up I should be a writer. Between the ages of about seventeen and twenty-four I tried to abandon this idea, but I did so with the consciousness that I was outraging my true nature and that sooner or later I should have to settle down and write books.

I was the middle child of three, but there was a gap of five years on either side, and I barely saw my father before I was eight. For this and other reasons I was somewhat lonely, and I soon developed disagreeable mannerisms which made me unpopular throughout my schooldays. I had the lonely child’s habit of making up stories and holding conversations with imaginary persons, and I think from the very start my literary ambitions were mixed up with the feeling of being isolated and undervalued. I knew that I had a facility with words and a power of facing unpleasant facts, and I felt that this created a sort of private world in which I could get my own back for my failure in everyday life. Nevertheless the volume of serious — i.e. seriously intended — writing which I produced all through my childhood and boyhood would not amount to half a dozen pages. I wrote my first poem at the age of four or five, my mother taking it down to dictation. I cannot remember anything about it except that it was about a tiger and the tiger had ‘chair-like teeth’ — a good enough phrase, but I fancy the poem was a plagiarism of Blake’s ‘Tiger, Tiger’. At eleven, when the war or 1914-18 broke out, I wrote a patriotic poem which was printed in the local newspaper, as was another, two years later, on the death of Kitchener. From time to time, when I was a bit older, I wrote bad and usually unfinished ‘nature poems’ in the Georgian style. I also attempted a short story which was a ghastly failure. That was the total of the would-be serious work that I actually set down on paper during all those years. Continue reading

Gregoria Petrea – The Silent Rage of Poetry

My very first interview

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Gregoria is one of the most interesting people I’ve ever met. A former colleague in the Unibuc department of American Studies, She has a knack for the written word – I remember finding myself in tears after listening to the first public reading of her Cherokee Rose story, which channels her inner Alice Walker.

Her talent has many facets and has evolved in multiple directions. There is no single formula that defines Greg P. She is a rebel poet with a keen fashion sense, a staunch advocate of LGBT rights, a great singer, but above everything an open mind with a matching open heart. She has published quite a few academic articles that voice her interests, as well as poetry of an unforgettable delicate violence, as paradoxical as it may sound. I caught up with her a while ago and asked her all about the blessing – or rather curse…

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