I have a big passion for poetry, and lattely i have been having this project to collect poetry by women, specielly women from non-westerns countries and women from minnorities, like black women in America (it is kind of strange to call them minorities since they consist a pretty big part of the populations isnt it? )

I have found the most beautiful poems, they can be angry too, and scary and sad and funny and terrefing, but they all say something really important about the person who has written them, and the issue they speak about. And they all say something about the women in the world today, i think we can all realte to it, even if what they write about is not just the same as what we experienced.
They talk about the feeling of being a women, of somehow feeling that you are not as important as your husband, your brother, the man next to you in the street or what ever. And they talk about trying to get ride of that feeling to become important.
That is why i think that these poems need to be heard, and these women should get more recognition, most of them i had never heard about untill i started looking for them.

My hope is to one day be able to make a collection of this poems and publish them. I was also thinking about maybe starting a group with poems by women here at TIG, where everyone who share my intresst may comed and read the poems and maybe share others that they have.
Rigth now i want to give you one that goes together with the entry above, about scottland. the poem somehow reflect the image a have of those hills, even though it is probably inspierd from something totaly diffrent, but that is the beuatiful thing about poetry, that you can translate it into what means most for you


In Salutation to the Eternal Peace


Men say the world is full of fear and hate,
And all life's ripening harvest-fields await
The restless sickle of relentless fate.

But I, sweet Soul, rejoice that I was born,
When from the climbing terraces of corn
I watch the golden orioles of Thy morn.

What care I for the world's desire and pride,
Who know the silver wings that gleam and glide,
The homing pigeons of Thine eventide?

What care I for the world's loud weariness,
Who dream in twilight granaries Thou dost bless
With delicate sheaves of mellow silences?

Say, shall I heed dull presages of doom,
Or dread the rumoured loneliness and gloom,
The mute and mythic terror of the tomb?

For my glad heart is drunk and drenched with Thee,
O inmost wind of living ecstasy!
O intimate essence of eternity!


Sarojini Naidu
(1879 - 1949)

This is my first entry to a blog ever, i have kind of mixed feelings for it, in one way i am faschinated by the whole idea, and in one way i think it is just pointless to let out boring details about your privatelife to totaly strangers.
But I figured i should try it anyway, and this whole TIG site is really something diffrent, it has a great purpose, and i am still amazed by all the funtions it has, and by all the people that are members here, it really is like having the world in a litle box and you can just pick and taste ; ) like travelling virtually almost, it is perfect for me who constantly long for seeing new places and meeting new people

I have diffrent travel dreams all the time, but the one that is most present right now is the one about Scottland, Wales and North Ireland. Not that exotic or exciting maybe but there is something threre that attracts me. I can just see myself so clearly walking in the grey, windy landscape, looking down steep mountains and green hills, with all that space around me and the quitness and the smell of the sea. Somthing like the picture here...
I supose it is the melodramic part of me who long for it. I imagine the people there as more charming and friendly then in other places, maybe it is just a romantised idea from some feel- good movie but i do like brittish people, i lived in London for nine months and feelt very comfortable and at home with everything brittish. And i imagine scottland, wales and north ireland as more laid- back, a litleless snobby maybe, so i think i would love it. It might have something to do with the fact that the scottish accent it just so wonderfull...
Is it anyone who have seen the series The book group? ifyou have you know what i dream of, i imagine everyone to be like the amazing pepole there, hahahaha. If someone from these places read this, maybe you can write me and tell if am totaly of track in my fantasies. anyway, dreaming is always good when you need some change from everyday life.
But i will go someday to find out for my self about those cloudy hills and steep rocks.