Rodolphe Blet
Life Through a Rolled-up Newspaper
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Short Stories
Another short story from the Irish circle. A boy who wakes up one day and wants to have a look at life through a copy of the Irish Times, all rolled-up. This day will see a major change in his life, which was dull and grey. After that, nobody will see him - and life - the same way.
At the Dead of Night
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
Poem written at the dead of night, for the one who is gone far away. What I am left with, the few remembrances, the feelings and the pain.
The Quiet Revolt
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
It's official, I hate people (well, not ALL the people...but the vast majority who don't understand a thing about life, about what's going on). Please do not be offended by the strong language, it's a youth poem (which is still, I think, up to date). Youth explains a lot of things, though it does...
The End Suddenly Into View
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
A man expecting the return of his wife to tell her of their doom: one of their sons has been killed by his brother, who has been exiled. Retaliation is ruled out: they are earth-bound.
Leaving My Position on the Atlas
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
The urge to go forward. The impetus to leave whatever you have to leave. The distances no longer a problem, but the solution. Travelling has become a necessity, a vital element in the development of the persona. Gnothi Seauton: Know thyself.
The Decadent Book
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Short Stories
Yet another Irish short story. I particularly like that one, because it's very short and very dense and with an abrupt ending. I have put a lot of my experience into it, in terms of the reception of a work by the people around you, your relatives etc...it's very telling. Anyhow, hope you guys wil...
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My Monday Evening (8pm to 10pm) Group of Optimists Anonymous
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Short Stories
By the look of it everything's perfect in Emily's life. She has all of women's desires, and some of the men's. She is not to be trifled with. She is Emily, the president of the group of Optimists Anonymous. But there's just this teeny tiny grain-of-sandish cog in the usually oiled-up machine: sc...
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Haiku on the Spot
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
Bits and pieces of reality. Perhaps of truth. Certainly of fun. One can find whatever he or she needs in order to bear reality. Evrything is in there, encapsulated in a string of words attached on the spur of the moment: in the train, walking, on my way to work.
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Song for Those Who Fell in the War
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
Poem in Quenya, or High Elven, the language invented by J.R.R. Tolkien, which conducted him to write the Lord of the Rings. There must be mistakes, as the language itself is not yet fully understood and is still under scrutiny by many experts, mistakes I alone am responsible for. Yet I hope this ...
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Sina ëa nórë vanesseva _ This is a land of beauty
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
This piece is in Quenya, or High Elven, the language invented by J.R.R. Tolkien and which eventually gave birth to The Lord of the Rings. As the language is not yet fully understood and deciphered, there must be mistakes, which I am entirely accountable for. This poem is about the love of the lan...
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Song for Those Who Fell in the War
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Poem in Quenya, or High Elven, the language invented by J.R.R. Tolkien, which conducted him to write the Lord of the Rings. There must be mistakes, as the language itself is not yet fully understood and is still under scrutiny by many experts, mistakes I alone am responsible for. Yet I hope this ...
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Haiku on the Spot
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
Bits and pieces of reality. Perhaps of truth. Certainly of fun. One can find whatever he or she needs in order to bear reality. Evrything is in there, encapsulated in a string of words attached on the spur of the moment: in the train, walking, on my way to work.
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The Man Made of Haikus
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
This short poem is composed of haikus designed as snapshots of a suffering man. Each and every one of these still lives encompasses one definite moment in time and space, as if we were only made out of these, craftfully woven with a thread of reality.
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Vanity Fair
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Poetry
Short poem written during a meeting with my ex-fellow colleagues...fellow until I discovered I couldn't be one of them anymore. I just realised I was different from them, that I had kept my integrity, my personality and my mental faculties (well, up to a point ;))
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Fighting With Shadows
from Rodolphe Blet in Creative Writing, Short Stories
This short story, which I wrote in Ireland, is set in the heart of Cashel, in medieval times. This is a story about Carmelite sisters who are faced with a potential threat to their faith, as a sister has made a complete vow of silence, and seems determined to go through with it. With the unexpect...
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