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BRILLIANT BLOGGER POET INTERVIEW: PROVOCATIVE DAYDREAMING WITH BOGDAN DRAGOS – PART II

kenhume31's avatarPoetry and Prose of Ken Hume

5. Where did you get the idea for your Daydreaming as a Profession blog site? Was it something you’ve always wanted to do? And how long has it been in existence?
Daydreaming is and was always my favorite activity. And the one I’m really good at (because it happens effortlessly). I’ve been doing it all my life, but never thought I could create something tangible from it.
Now pretty much every poem is the result of daydreaming.
Growing up, I’ve often been told that I daydream too much. The Romanian expressions for daydreaming sound something along the lines of, “to dream with one’s eyes open,” and my personal favorite, “to dream of green horses on the walls”.
Goodness, I can’t recall how many times I’ve heard that in my life. If someone could show me snapshots of my life, 85% of them would probably be of me holding a fixed…

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BRILLIANT BLOGGER POET INTERVIEW: PROVOCATIVE DAYDREAMING WITH BOGDAN DRAGOS – PART 1

kenhume31's avatarPoetry and Prose of Ken Hume

Welcome folks to the latest edition of my Brilliant Blogger Poet initiative which this week features what promises to be an intriguing and insightful interview with the daring & provocative Mr. Bogdan Dragos. He works in a casino by night dreaming of being a writer of renown, where I imagine he meets all sorts of interesting & strange people. Thank you Bogdan for agreeing to participate in this initiative.

1. First of all I’d like to ask you have you always been drawn to expressing yourself through the written word and telling stories?

Oh, absolutely not!
I hated reading and writing as a child and as a teenager. I hated school and everything that resembled or reminded me of it. One time I got into a fight with a friend at the end of summer vacation because he wouldn’t stop talking about how eager he was for school to begin…

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Piesa de șah

(づ ◕‿◕ )づ English translation HERE!
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BRILLIANT BLOGGER POET PROFILE: BOGDAN DRAGOS

kenhume31's avatarPoetry and Prose of Ken Hume

Hey folks! Welcome back to my Brilliant Blogger Poet initiative. 😁Thank you so much for your patience, sorry for the long interval between this and the previous post! 🙏

Every once in a while, in this vastly overpopulated & overcrowded metropolis of blogging, you’ll find yourself stumbling upon a blog that makes you sit up and notice; that grabs you by the throat and shakes you out of your creative comfort zone & makes you think about things in a way you never imagined. Bogdan Dragos, who works in a casino by night, from Romania is one such writer/poet.

With his Daydreaming as a Profession blog over on WordPress Bogdan has managed to carve out a rather provocative & unique literary niche for himself with his daring; dark & sometimes disturbing mix of poetry; musings & short stories. His writings, I find, often blur the lines between what we view…

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Pentru că oricât de fragilă ar fi luminița, tot se vede în cel mai negru întuneric

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Unele lucruri nu mai pot fi puse la loc

(´,,•ω•,,)♡ ENGLISH TRANSLATION:


some things can never be put back together

Some things can never
be put back together
after they’ve been
taken apart

No matter how much
willpower is involved

One of those things,
she now knew for sure,
was a marriage

Like the one
she was presently fleeing,
flying down the highway
like a fiend or a bat out of hell

Another such thing
could be her right hand
resting severed on the seat
there beside her

Though she wasn’t so
sure about the hand
Maybe if she made it
to the hospital in time?

Maybe
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Un mort inteligent

(ﾉ*･ω･)ﾉ*. ☆ﾟ English version HERE!
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A Cold Hell by Bogdan Dragos

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A close up of a mother and child, dirty and poor, crying and hugging each other
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the clouds seemed

to be holding

the sun back

like a slave

with chains of lead

After a night

of heavy snow

the day tried to make

a comeback

and failed

It was 11:00 AM

and dark as evening

and since it was

also cold as hell

they concluded they

were in hell

“But hell is not

forever, mother,” he

said. “I’ll make it outside

of hell. In a place where

every soul has a home

and no one freezes in the

streets like us.”

It was a childish promise

that came from

a child

Unlike his mother and her

purple lips

and faded eyes that looked

towards his face

but not at it,

he was blazing with life

and with rage

He shook his tiny fist

at life’s own

cruelty

and cursed the coldness

of the gods

It was still pathetic

in comparison

with the coldness

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Pisica din papuc

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thick glass

three weeks
and the shards were still there
still scattered on the tiles
of the kitchen floor

that was a thick glass
meant for classy strong drinks
like whiskey

Yeah, now that he thought about it
it was whiskey she
ordered. But he filled
the glass with milk and said,
“You know what the doctor said, mother.
No more alcohol for you. Here, try
this instead.”

And he would strongly
prefer not to remember what followed
after

The shards were still
on the kitchen floor

and the gash still on the side of
his neck. Stitched now
but painful nonetheless

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