High Tide

You asked who I’m…

Who I am? A way deep question, as deep diving in to the blue Mediterranean Sea, indeed.

“Look back into your childhood and think of the nonsense you used to believe and the trivialities which make you suffer.” _ George Orwell

Suppose you sense an opportunity beyond the word “About.” You go read the thesaurus dictionary list of synonyms: “About, around , to go about, to bring about, to seek the means”

“Is this the Unabridged Webster’s Dictionary in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?

On the origins on Writing My Second-Hand Book

la librairie.

 

I had not clue at the moment went I wrote it, but with some distance, I think now, it was done in the same way of taking the slow road, and on the road not taken, so I just took my pen, and put to paper, like a pilgrim grabs his stick, and begins taking his slow road to Makkah.

http://blog.longreads.com/2015/02/03/taking-the-slow-road-an-interview-with-author-katherine-heiny/

"That was the kind of boutique-stores that existed in Algiers, in the 60's, and 70's, and of which some few of them still remain standing untill now, I think, it still exists despise the ferocious modern urbanization that is ravaging all the landscape, with its nostalgia whereabouts, and the few dear things to our memories, and the like au passage."

“I grew up in a back-shope room at the rear of a bookstore, like this one in the photo above , in Hydra, Algiers_ Algeria, not Algiers, of New Orléans, though, there is a trove of a bunch of similarities in the French quarters of architectural style that you can find out there too, and where it is facile to be tinged by its temperament, by its singular perspectives and warm local colors, and a panoply of subtitle fragrancies, and to fall at the same time of instant fascination, incidentally in love with it; it’s default to any charming, and captivating site dear to any artist-painter, and or a writer, in quest of depaysement, and sourcing.”

And to stay in the main clime of thoughts; Hydra, a chic small town perched on the hilltops of the pine-trees crests, in the surrounding heights, and that’s soars at the aplomb of Algiers, the Capital of Algeria, the Casbah, and the port, at the foothill of the mountain; hence its similarity of names with Hydra, which was given by the French architects after the Isle of Hydra, a Greek Island of the Peloponnesus.

Thence, it became famous after the filming of ” The Boy On The Dolphin”, starring the lovely actress Sofia Loren, in 1957.

That is, and it’s not bizarre to wonder, if we know in advance, that French had the habit of giving the same names of existing cities of the metropolitan  area of the mother country in France, on the opposite bank of the Mediterranean, to the newly built small towns of the colonies at that epoch, on the other south side seashore, with evocative names, like La Madrague, Le Lido, on the French Rivera etc…if it was by nostalgia, or by lack of inspiration.

All the same, La Madrague, a small fishermen harbor near Canes in France, is known for the shooting of the filming, with actor starring Roger Vadim, and the lovely French actress starring Brigitte Bardot in ” Et Dieu Creat La Femme (And God create Woman). After that event, the film-maker Claude Autan-Lara fall in love with the scenery, the whole crew moved from Paris to St Troppez, took hold on the small fishermen harbor, and to settle there for life.

 

“dolphins banners and the sound of canons. The sea once so bitter to your soul bore the many-coloured and glittering ships it swayed, rolled and tossed them, all blue with white wings, once so bitter to your soul now full of colours in the sun.~Hydra by G Seferis”

Back then to the sixties, my father owned a bookstore, which it happened to be situated on the main street, just across of it, where my school was. So that for me, I didn’t have to travel too far to go to school then, and had just to cross the street, and to step in to the class-room; and I was lucky too, by having a whole library of my own with garnished bookshelves under my reach. Which is, with such a variety of great readings opportunity, it had given me a taste of travel, beyond the lines pick ups of a bookstore.

So, and it isn’t strange for you to comprehend, that I still recall Homer’s Iliad, and Odessa verses, and to have memorized the French Larousse Dictionary, with the red pages Latin lexicon in the middle, with the History annex section, at the back of the tome; because it was a tome. That for, when we had overcome beforehand as kids, and already learned the entire holy Quran by rote, at the age of twelve, a book with its more than a billion words, six thousand four hundreds verses, all of that constrained in sixty-two chapters; thus it becomes for me a habit; and with a little practice, in memorizing instantly any scriptures with its smallest details.
Still, that it hadn’t made a nerd of me.

“pin 2nd Image below
“Lovely Sophia Loren in Hydra, during the filming of “Boy on a Dolphin” ~ 1957″

 

 

 

In Hydra island, Greece

Hydra, in Algiers, Algeria that is which’s not to be mistaken with Hydra the Greek Island of the Eagan Sea a small town, that is situated ten miles away both from the tiny harbor La Madrague, one of the many fishermen villages, on the seashore, and Algiers the capital Algeria.

–It is curious to see how many often the names of the cities are resembling to others, in facts; Algiers is both the name of a city, the capital of Algeria, and Algiers, in New Orléans, and Hydra, La Madrague, Etc, etc..

Hydra, although it is high-perched on the crests surrounding Algiers, with its sumptuous villas, with pools, and tennis courts, and even a couple of soccer stadiums and has tennis yards, people out there was showing also an expend of bourgeoisie, in the same way, other people they adopted style of life as their fellows Parisians, in the metropolitan motherland.
From the first sunny days of May, announcing the approach of the Summer Time, and while people were showing some skin at these first brightening days; and because summer lasts from May to October in North-Africa, ” I had, as often I had on those days, as the wish is a father of thought,” as I saw them boys and girls sporting tennis shorts, skirts, and wearing swing gears, I glanced to them through the glass-paneled door of the bookstall, then I shuddered and returned my eyes to my reading, and to the cosy interior of the boutique freshness. Preferring even the turning of pages to the return of balls, and the lasting tie – breaks afternoons on tennis courts.
Thirty to forty years later, I want to tale a story, more than that of an essay. People usually used to write a book, and I am itching for word, or words to write, while the train of thoughts is still humming in my mind, and it took me an unabridged dictionary, to find what I was looking for a meaning of a word or words, to explain something that we call a blog, while it’s already in the books, but I was damned if I could find it.

You see, you may say:

” Nice try”, and or where is the catch?”
_I would say:” You are using the wrong dictionary” _see JSomers’Blog
_”Then, again…” You said.
I said, from a quote:

“Writing criticism is to writing fiction, and to poetry, as Hugging the Shore is to sailing in the open sea. At sea, we have that beautiful blandness all around, a cold bright wind, and the occasional thrill of gleaming dolphin-back or the synchronized leap of silverfish; hugging the shore, one can always come about and draw even closer to the land with another nine-point quotation.” _ John Updike.

And finally , I tell you this:

“So throw off the bowlines, and sail away from the safe harbor.”_Mark Twain

That is, “It was Already in the books, while it was still in the sky” _John Updike dare

We invent nothing, but we can only mime some gestures of real beauty in Nature.

Now, I dare you,

-“Care you come back for a little Dickens?”

Thank you for swinging by

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Author: Kalimelo

I am an autodidact writer, and enough of an artist, to draw upon my imagination_I can't pretend here, to imitate Einstein's expression, nor to profess having enough knowledge of that sort, credit is, where credits due, noblety obliged, nor to build equations, or lost gravity, still having this audacity to emitate Mr. Einstein one's expression is a crime of Lese-majeste, and to not for being an imbued person, first, pardon my intrusive Introduction, but isn't it an imitating someone, the same like of gardening and planting coliflowers? Maybe Orchids... Secondo, I just have borrowed his quote _"knowledge is limited, imagination encircles the world ", for the pumps and circumstance, and just for the sake blogging, put it that way down to paper, and to fancy make an old dream of mine comes true, perhaps one day, and if time permitting, a would-be a writer and having enough ingredients for writing prose and possibly poetry _Thankful always to my reader for stopping by, and To all the followers: Thank you for following my blog, regularly, and by your likes on my posts, you're encouraging me each time, to persist and strive to do better for blogging than the sensational, and to take the risk to be boring sometimes ; please send me your feeds Thanks you again extra large for your patience _Modestly speaking: _Inspirational Dr. Seuss's quote: _“You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And You are the one who’ll decide where to go.” ― Dr. Seuss

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