Where Angels Go

Today, now, is Christmas Eve and I feel the need to recall my sister (not that I do not recall her every day, but today is special) and also make a post for her, on her own blog. So here you are, my dear; some edited pics according to your taste…: and there you go… Continue reading Where Angels Go

Should I Fear a Dreadful Angel? – [A forcible republication of my first post here]

Revisiting tonight this blog of my late sister (in a late hour of the night, too), I find that my first post here, from August 16th, 2016, precedes directly my last one, published just a while ago. Both of them speak about the same —or almost—… Eight months and ten days ago, three days after… Continue reading Should I Fear a Dreadful Angel? – [A forcible republication of my first post here]

Before Crossing the Dark Veil into the Light

In Loving Memory of Ari Fontrodona – Called to meet the Father (or Mother), and our own parents, on August 13th – 2016. May she be in Grace and perfect happiness, as she always intended —and often accomplished— in her earthly life, in spite of everything. When she named this blog SOMETHING BEYOND, she really… Continue reading Before Crossing the Dark Veil into the Light

Still life and still death

Illustrating old dead roots into the sand – young still flesh; branches and leaves – oddly lightened [Dedicated to the bewitching memory of my sister, who was fond of T. S. Eliot -and entirely inspired by her physical absence nowadays] – What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow Out of this stony rubbish?… Continue reading Still life and still death

A peep into the objective, years ago

This may seem -it seems, indeed- a silly photograph with a clumsy framing, but I like it; most especially because it figures someone dear coming into view, and gladly so, when she is entirely out of the field now. I see Ari often when I dream. Wishful dreaming, possibly… but I believe -I somehow know… Continue reading A peep into the objective, years ago

A Pictorial Tribute – Delvaux’s “Ari”, and a sort of family portrait

– – The first time I watched “Rosine” -an oil by the surrealist Belgian painter Paul Delvaux, from 1968- I said to myself “this tall, slim girl with the red hat and the fan looks very much like Ariel”. As a matter of fact, quite a few women in Delvaux’s paintings of the two last… Continue reading A Pictorial Tribute – Delvaux’s “Ari”, and a sort of family portrait

It’s a Magical World indeed

 [This is a posthumous post -as every other one published here by Arishej after August 13th, 2016-. It was published, almost exactly a year ago: 31st december 2015, on a social network, as a New Year’s greeting . It’s well worth a re-posting now when we are close to begin a new year.] There is… Continue reading It’s a Magical World indeed

After her funeral, the darkness of God

Originally posted on INVISIBLE FORMS:
Thomas S. Eliot in Catalan (I) – Translated by Ari Fontrodona ? Fifty days, today, after losing her I keep on finding portions of her favourite poems translated to Catalan in her notebooks and on loose sheets of paper inside the books, or in archives in her computer. And as…

Ka merav pala tute – Moriré per tu – I will die for you

This is one of my favourite poems from “Dukh” (Pain), by Hedina Tahirović, 2007. Beyond its intrinsic literary merit, the book is also a milestone: the first collection of poems ever witten in Gurbet Rromani (Gurbetcko Rromano). Besides helping to divulgate it, my aim is to provide a translation into Catalan, which is my other… Continue reading Ka merav pala tute – Moriré per tu – I will die for you