Author: Delia Kelly

  • HB – the return #4

    The countdown is on: 4 days to go #HB

    #weareback #onelasttime

    HB was a novel of 6 books, written on a blog, between 2011 – 2015 by my co-author and I, with more than 28 000 views and fans all around the world. This is the continuation of the story that never ended.  

    Photo created with Gemini
    Copyright Delia Kelly 2026

    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, organizations, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, or events is purely coincidental. The views and actions of the characters in this book do not reflect those of the author. References to violence, crime, or other harmful or illegal behavior are included solely for narrative purposes and are not intended to encourage, condone, or promote such conduct. This work is intended for entertainment purposes only. The author disclaims any liability for any misuse or misinterpretation of the material contained herein. This book contains themes related to mental health, including references to suicide and psychological distress, which some readers may find sensitive or triggering. These topics are portrayed as part of a fictional narrative and are not intended to encourage or romanticize self-harm or suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a qualified professional, trusted individual, or a local support service. This work does not intend to promote, endorse, or include discriminatory or harmful content related to race, ethnicity, or identity. Any such elements, if present, exist solely within the context of the fictional narrative. Reader discretion is advised. 

  • HB – the return #5

    The countdown is on: 5 days to go #HB

    #weareback #onelasttime

    HB was a novel of 6 books, written on a blog, between 2011 – 2015 by my co-author and I, with more than 28 000 views and fans all around the world. This is the continuation of the story that never ended.  

    Photo created with Gemini
    Copyright Delia Kelly 2026

    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, organizations, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, or events is purely coincidental. The views and actions of the characters in this book do not reflect those of the author. References to violence, crime, or other harmful or illegal behavior are included solely for narrative purposes and are not intended to encourage, condone, or promote such conduct. This work is intended for entertainment purposes only. The author disclaims any liability for any misuse or misinterpretation of the material contained herein. This book contains themes related to mental health, including references to suicide and psychological distress, which some readers may find sensitive or triggering. These topics are portrayed as part of a fictional narrative and are not intended to encourage or romanticize self-harm or suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a qualified professional, trusted individual, or a local support service. This work does not intend to promote, endorse, or include discriminatory or harmful content related to race, ethnicity, or identity. Any such elements, if present, exist solely within the context of the fictional narrative. Reader discretion is advised. 

  • HB – the return #6

    The countdown is on: 6 days to go 🔥#HB

    #weareback #onelasttime

    HB was a novel of 6 books, written on a blog, between 2011 – 2015 by my co-author and I, with more than 28 000 views and fans all around the world. This is the continuation of the story that never ended. 

    Photo created with Gemini
    Copyright Delia Kelly 2026

    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, events, organizations, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, or events is purely coincidental. The views and actions of the characters in this book do not reflect those of the author. References to violence, crime, or other harmful or illegal behavior are included solely for narrative purposes and are not intended to encourage, condone, or promote such conduct. This work is intended for entertainment purposes only. The author disclaims any liability for any misuse or misinterpretation of the material contained herein. This book contains themes related to mental health, including references to suicide and psychological distress, which some readers may find sensitive or triggering. These topics are portrayed as part of a fictional narrative and are not intended to encourage or romanticize self-harm or suicide. If you or someone you know is struggling, please consider reaching out to a qualified professional, trusted individual, or a local support service. This work does not intend to promote, endorse, or include discriminatory or harmful content related to race, ethnicity, or identity. Any such elements, if present, exist solely within the context of the fictional narrative. Reader discretion is advised. 

  • Review of “Normal People” by Sally Rooney

    Copyright @Delia Kelly 2021

    Intro

    Motto: “I’m not sentimental – I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last – the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (1920)

    I felt the need to start this review with the motto above. Such a well written book! The love story just grows inside of you, you can actually feel the emotions of the characters. The reason why it is so well written is because it portraits situations that every single one of us have encountered throughout a love relationship that we have had.

    It also gives you the hope and the feeling of forever. That love between two people can last forever, no matter what.

    In addition, it gives an amazing sense of reality, the way times pass by, and how friends come and go. It also shows the characters being there for each other at every important moment of their lives, such as the funeral of a friend, the success of getting a scholarship etc. This is what every reader would like to have from a friend, from a relationship. That’s the teenager’s dream, sold 10 times better. Contrary to “Beautiful world, where are you?”, where there is a sense of no ending, this time we have a clear beginning.

    The parallel between the social classes and how their love story survives throughout this whole hierarchy fight is vividly described, so there are many pertinent scenes that emphasize exactly what goes wrong with society nowadays.

    It makes you contemplate: if the social class system had not existed, if all the opportunities and the social pressure had not been there, maybe Connell and Marianne would have been together and already married.

    Is it the differences between them that kept them together? It feels like they always found each other, no matter what, they knew how to find a way to communicate and understand each other. This promotes a somewhat utopian an idealized view of the book, however the author tends to do that in her stories, which makes you ask yourself: can this happen in real life? And if it happens, is it healthy? Is it healthy to go back and forth with someone like this and live your life the way Marianne and Connell did?

    This book proves that she is a good writer, as this book has been read and re-read by millions of people, some of who are not fans of this genre. This shows the power of a great story, the skills of a writer.

    Topics

    I like the fact she explores BDSM, depression, suicide, and other issues teenagers and young people face nowadays.

    Relationships

    The Parallel between Connell, Lorraine – and Marianne and her mum – is more or less a cliché: the rich girl without a family bond, toxic mother and brother; and the poor guy, with a healthy mother-son relationship.

    What I didn’t like

    It seemed a bit unrealistic that Connell didn’t tell Marianne that he wanted to stay the summer, it is hard to imagine someone being so shy to express this nowadays. Similarly, the brief mention of Connell’s father by Lorraine seems unlikely – especially in a small country like Ireland, where news tends to travel quickly and such things rarely go unnoticed.

    As I got to the end of the book, I constantly got the feeling that something was missing. I think this effect, created by the writer, it encouraged the audience to get so enthralled. It felt like a race reading the book, wanting to find out what was next, what is going to happen to Marianne and Connell in the end.

    Conclusion

    Definitely a must read.

    The title is very interesting, it seems like the characters are anything but normal; all that they seem to want is to be normal. Maybe Marianne would like to have a normal family, no toxic mother and brother and a dad close to her. Maybe Connell would have loved to meet his dad and have Lorraine working in a better job, in order to afford college. Maybe both would have liked a normal relationship.

    The lack of a father figure in both characters is an interesting trait that they both share. This might explain the depression, the suicide tendencies, the sexual activity.

    A morbid twist, in my view, would have been if Connell and Marianne would have shared the same father, without knowing.

    About the ending

    There is so much more to be said.

    The author is not Fitzgerald to end a epic love story the way she did, but at the same time she doesn’t have good enough well rounded characters to give her that option.

    For example, when Fitzgerald was writing about the the jazz age, he had an amazing context to explore.

    I find that “Normal People” followed a very similar pattern with “The Side of Paradise”, and that Connell’s and Marianne’s love story is a modern version of Amory’s and Isabelle’s.

    On the other hand, it gave me the same feeling of an unaccomplished love story, like the one in “Gone with the wind”.

    All in all, if I would really have to describe the love story between Marianne and Connell, I think I would still quote from Anna Karenina, when Vronsky tells Anna: “There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.”

    References

    Fitzgerald, F. S. (1920). The side of paradise. Charles Scribner’s Sons.

    Mitchell, M. (1936). Gone with the wind. Macmillan.

    Tolstoy, L. (2000). Anna Karenina (R. Pevear & L. Volokhonsky, Trans.). Penguin Classics. (Original work published 1878)

  • The 66th tragedy

    Copyright Delia Kelly 2025

    Poem publish in Magazine Itaca, Dublin, in Romanian, XIII Year, Nr. 5, Pg.12

    The art has one eye on fire and one that’s blind.
    Even if someone were to drown her, she will put her hands in her eyes and take all the water out
    THE LEFT EYE. It would still burn.

    THE RIGHT EYE. Worn dry as always.

    No sign of glasses.
    Only a green hat, always perched upon her head – to veil a part of her tragedy.

    At every street corner, she finds herself met by someone who, in some quiet way, offers her a compliment

    raising her to a glory of her own making

    yet no one is truly sincere.

    People are too afraid of her face, they are unsettled by how much it mirrors them.
    Poor thing.
    She ought to be cared for,
    instead she is left alone to care for herself.
    May someone gentle tending her eyes
    and her hands.

  • From heaven, many things fall

    Copyright Delia Kelly 2011

    Poem published in Bogdania Magazine in Romanian, No. 99–100, September–October 2022

    Translation in English available below

    English:

    From heaven, many things fall:
    I fall from it,
    you fall from it too,
    and time itself falls away.

    I begin to deny my own abyss
    as I reach back to reclaim the love I invested
    ’cause I no longer want to dream.

    You have withered my spirit,
    stripped the wind from my wings…
    You erase my lines,
    as you read my now-empty testament…

    Like a ghost on a train that never slows,
    lost in a day that never sees its end.

    I create you in my imagination
    just as the Lord created me in His image.

    In the light of time
    I wait for you to seek us out;
    In the garden of thoughts
    I wish that both of us will stay.

    I gathered so many tears for you
    I could turn a desert into a sea.

    In a heaven untouched by time
    I spill my inkwell of pain into the sun
    and I transform it.

    I cannot breathe.
    I gather your tender shoot of dreams
    from whispers burned and faded,
    and bind it to my life’s thin thread.

    ’cause no one’s hell is everyone’s heaven,
    I fade, slowly, slowly, within your somber scene.

    And I crash into the wall of your heart,
    and I wrap myself in your blood like a burial shroud,
    and I fall, and fall —
    cut by the gleam of your touch.

    And I die.

    And in the river of your life
    a lily will rise,
    born from darkened thoughts
    and life’s sweet torment.

    Gently, I ebb towards the abyss,
    at an infinite distance from your gaze.

    So much has fallen from heaven
    I fell
    you fell too
    and time itself fell away.

    Romanian:

    Din rai se rup multe :
    din rai mă rup eu,
    te rupi tu,
    se rupe timpul.

    Încep să îmi refuz abisul,
    ca să-mi iau înapoi dragostea, nu visul.

    Îmi omori simţurile
    lăsându-mă fără zbor…
    Îmi ştergi rândurile
    citindu-mi testamentul gol…

    Ca un simplu musafir într-un tren ce n-are gară
    într-o zi ce n-are seară.

    Te creez în imaginaţia mea
    aşa cum şi Domnul m-a creat în imaginea sa.

    În lumina timpurilor
    aştept să ne cauţi pe noi
    În grădina gândurilor
    vreau să rămânem amândoi.

    Am strâns atâtea lacrimi pentru tine
    încât aş face din deşert o mare.

    Într-un rai ce n-are timp
    vărs călimara cu durere în soare: şi-l schimb.

    Nu pot să mă respir
    Culeg al tău lăstar de vise
    din şoapte arse,stinse…
    şi-l pun pe-al vieţii mele fir.

    Căci iadul nimănui e raiul tuturor
    mă sting încet, încet în sumbrul tău decor.

    şi mă-izbesc de peretele din inima ta
    şi mă-nfăşor în sânge ca şi cu-un giulgiu
    şi cad, cad
    mă tai în al atingerii tale luciu.

    Şi mor.

    Şi-n râul vieţii tale
    Va răsări un crin
    Născut din gândurile rele
    Şi-al vieţii dulce chin.

    Încet, m-am stins uşor către abis,
    la un infinit distanţă de privirea ta.

    Din rai s-au rupt multe:
    m-am rupt eu,
    te-ai rupt tu,
    s-a rupt şi timpul.

  • The Testament (or God’s letter to the world)

    Copyright Delia Kelly 2019

    Published in “Antologia Universum”, Second Volume, in Romanian, Montreal, 2020, p.344-349

    I am sitting on floating driftwood…at the edge of the universe, seeing how Babylon is falling in the reflection of the shining moon
    And the floating driftwood is just the reflection seen by the angels in the very eye of God.

    And my hands are the scattered leaves of Eve’s coat thrown away when she was cast out of heaven.
    And I wonder, is my ability to talk actually Judas’ silence?

    But life is now just a dead man lying on the floor of the Kingdom
    And at the same time, life is just a man standing on his trembling feet supported by a pole that touches the sun…and that man believes that this pole is just a light bulb; from Mefisto’s living room.

    The man, just a humble plumber – a craftsman. Neither qualified to serve in
    Hell, nor in Heaven. And after one thousand two hundred sixty days
    God opens his eyes and dictates to me his will:

    “I sit and I look all day at all my beloved humans…now dead,
    and I keep them in a garden, surrounded by fences
    and they want to leave , they want to leave so much… but I do not want to let them…I cannot let them.
    Instead, I can only let them open the door when somebody new wants to come in.
    And they all sit…together…
    listening to the screams of the Lamb…day and night…he is crying… not because he cannot come inside, and stay with them;
    not because he cannot cover the bleeding rivers…

    but, because…

    Η νύμφη is coming.”


    Note: Η νύμφη (in Greek) = the bride

  • Review of ‘‘Beautiful world, where are you ?’’ by Sally Rooney

    Copyright Delia Kelly 2021

    The following review contains spoilers. Please note that this review presents my personal opinions and observations. I offer these thoughts as a personal reflection, with no intention of offending.

    A new version of Count Vronsky (portraited as Levin),

    together with a modern Julien Sorel

    are the main characters of one of the most read books of 2021.

    General view

    Reading the first part of the book (till the moment the 4 characters meet) made me feel awkward, so uncomfortable, and gave me the impression that it’s not the characters fault, it’s the fact that they are badly written: their essence is missing. It does not make me want to know more, it just makes me think I know so little about them and makes me question why. Why do I know so little about them?

    It is a speed reading book, but the action is interrupted every time by the letters sent between Eileen and Alice and that’s what makes the book hard to swallow. As a reader, I really didn’t want to know about the characters’ personal reflections, I wanted to find what’s next, to judge the protagonists through their actions, but I couldn’t, because I had to read their reflections and it was the last thing I wanted to.

    I believe – and this is my personal view as a writer that, as an author of this genre, you cannot bore people, you need to give them what they want and what they want is to know what’s happening next, especially when it comes to love stories. Personal reflections can be included through scenes, dialogues, situations, that will make the story more plausible (e.g. a confession to a priest, a visit to the psychiatrist).

    Also, the exchange of letters is not genuine enough due to the fact these emails are way too long. Nowadays, if people want to talk more, they send recordings via Whatsapp or Messenger, instead of typing 5 minutes, and I feel like a transcript of these recordings would have been much more interesting to read.

    Through the letters, I feel like I read more about the author’s personal views rather than the characters’ personal views.  I believe this is because the characters are not build well enough to reflect the views described in the letter through their actions. The girls normally start writing about the boys, their visits at the museum, their trips and other life theories, but what they write seems to be in a contradiction with the way they act.

    This is the reason why, as a reader, I am still not convinced about the characters, I still cannot picture them, I still cannot hear them speaking to me. You may think that because there is so much information in these letters, you get to know the characters better, but what actually happens is that you still don’t find out much about them, it feels like you still know so little about them.

    In my opinion, the book would have been so much better if the story would have been written from all the 4 characters’ perspective: Felix’s part, Simon’s part etc., as the characters lack their essence, and makes me feel like I cannot connect to them. I want, but I cannot. I think it would have helped to get the men’s perspective as well, as it would have shown a whole different perspective.

    On the other hand, I do not know if this was the intention of the author, meaning to give us less information, but every cloud has a silver lining: I find that the impact of this little knowledge is a very good reflection of the society nowadays, showing young people doing one thing and thinking another.

    The book seems genuine portraying the lifestyle in Ireland nowadays, by mentioning lots of Irish things that Irish people would know (e.g. singer Thin Lizzy etc.). At the same time, it feels it lacks substance, it feels like I am reading a book where style takes over the substance, as these words of hobbies or habits of Irish people are just thrown in to make you feel like the action is genuine.

    The sex scenes are so badly written, interrupted by dialogue and lack of passion, lack of emotion, lack of anything. It feels like ‘‘50 Shades of Grey’’ written by E. L. James without the porn description.

    The characters

    Regarding the characters, at the beginning of the book, Simon seems to be the Catholic version of Juan Antonio (Javier Bardem) from the movie Vicky Cristina Barcelona (made in 2008). As the story develops, there is a parallel made between Simon and Levin’s character in ‘‘Anna Karenina’’ written by Lev Tolstoy, Simon admitting he sees himself as Levin.

    But is he really Levin? Isn’t he more like the modern Count Vronsky, who deceived Anna throughout their entire time spent together, even though he was always visiting her? Isn’t he, like Vronsky, lacking the desire of commitment and establishing a family, even if he had a long term kind of relationship with Anna? Doesn’t he have the status of a ‘‘young officer’’, as Count Vronsky (and definitely not the higher status that his mother wanted), but still a good status: politician?

    I feel like Simon wants to be Levin so much, when in fact, he is such a Vronsky. Some would say he is still a Levin, as he gets his happy ending, but let’s just remember that Vronsky also married Anna and had a daughter together and that does not mean this was a real happy ending.

    On the other hand, Felix is the young Julien Sorel from the famous ‘‘The red and the black’’ written by Stendhal. A bisexual Julien Sorel, which also engages in a relationship with another bisexual, Alice.

    Julien Sorel was portraited as either the capable worker as himself believes to be or as the fugitive behind one of the biggest means of defense such as Napoleon or the Church. As Julien is lost in between the black (portraying the Church) and the red (portraying the Army), between the life before and after Napoleon in the French society, same is Felix portraited between his life at warehouse and his life after the warehouse with Alice, who is a millionaire writer, who took him on holiday to Rome, having Felix ended up volunteering and helping out elderly people, becoming a man of leisure.

    Julien doesn’t have the desired job, same as Felix, who works in a warehouse, outside town – the only difference is that on Julien’s time that was because of his social status, and in the case of Felix it seems is just a job that generates him an income and one who got because he lost the previous one, through a time of grief.

    Wasn’t Julien aspiring for a higher position in the society when he seduces Mathilde, in order to finally get the social status desired? Isn’t Felix a modern version of Julien Sorel, by changing his social position and the way people see him, as the boyfriend of Alice?

     The main characteristic of Julien Sorel is that he succeeds because he is seductive. Is Felix seductive? I would say he is, he made Alice interested in him, by expressing his firm views, same as Julien did.

    Another character that was had a great potential was Damien, Felix’s brother. I feel like Damien gave to Alice the best characterization of his brother and that he should have been developed more into the story, as his voice really made a difference to the storyline.

    Best quote

    I believe that the best quote of the book belongs to Felix, in his discussion over a cigarette with Alice, after she tells him about his mental breakdown, when Felix talks about his feelings after the death of his mother. It is so amazing the way he reflects about life, questioning what is the meaning of life, giving a very Nietzschean approach to his speech.

    Felix also gives one of the best speeches of the book, when he talks to Eileen, in Alice’s house, one morning, making her put things into perspective. It feels like Felix moves the pieces of the puzzle and makes his moves in such a way that everyone is responded to his actions.

    His wisdom is very noticeable, and it is great, as it gives such a great perspective for the readers.

    Worst quote

    While Alice and Eileen were sun bathing, in Chapter 26, Felix and Simon came out of the water, wet, speaking to each other, while the girls were watching them…I will spare you for the rest of the details. This was one of the most lame scenes of the book and made me feel like I am watching a Baywatch scene.

    Clichés

    There is a big cliché while portraying Eileen’s family. She’s portraited like the failure of the family, leaving in the shadow of her sister Lola, while her shining hero is Simon.

    Also, I found that other big clichés mentioned in the book, in chapter 22, showing what every young girl desires and hopes for her life, which never happens, but still I found it an accurate description of the generation nowadays. Also, the girls’ fight and drama behind, the mental breakdown, the crisis of getting married are all moments that women pass throughout their lives.

    However, I find it is important that she put this into writing, as many readers can relate to that and feel like their voice is heard.

    Relationships

    Both relationships: Alice – Felix and Eileen – Simon seem to be based on the fact that the opposite attracts.

    Felix and Alice relationship does not feel genuine, I don’t feel like they should be together from the first place. Alice invited him to Rome and she paid everything for the holiday. I would have expected a challenge, a constant challenge, something that would build the tension between the two of them, which will end up with them having great sex, instead the trip killed the story with its monotony. It felt like I was expecting the New Year’s Eve fireworks and instead all I got was a champagne bottle spilled all over the living room.

    The relationship between Eileen and Simon feels so empty, they never had a timing, and their time has never existed, it feels like they have nothing even if they have something, due to the fact Simon is such a paternal figure, being always there for Eileen, like a big brother or like a father.

    What was also poorly portraited was the response of Simon and Felix to girls’ fight and speech, it didn’t seem genuine, they had too much patience and they seem to be too understanding to their worries and thoughts.

    I feel like the relationship between Felix and Simon should have been explored more. A main twist to the story it was this book needed, when Felix started to be interested in Simon’s life. The characters seem to have a dark side and I would have loved to see more darkness: maybe what was missing in the relationship between Alice-Felix and Eileen-Simon and in the friendship between Alice-Eileen it would have been filled in with a story line between Felix- Simon. I would have loved to see how Felix, a bisexual, would have tried to put things in a different perspective for Simon, a convinced Catholic – Simon and Felix, the believer vs. the sinner.

    Influences

    The book made me think a lot about F. Scott Fitzgerald. The style of writing is similar and I have always felt that I would have loved the characters to develop like Dick and Nicole or Gatsby and Daisy, even if it never happened.

    Chapter 18 mentioned a big stereotype about Museum d’Orsay in Paris, mentioning it is too big and too crowded, whereas in fact, for a Parisian, a busy museum is Louvre, and an intimate one is Orsay, both situated in the same park, one at the side, the other at another. The analogy made me think about Gatsby and the big parties… which we all know that they are the most intimate one. Chapter 26 was written as an antithesis to the scenes described by the beach in ‘‘Tender is the night’’.

    It made me think if Sally Rooney is the next Fitzgerald, a Fitzgerald of our times, portraying  the ’20, but not the 1920, but the 2020.

    Conclusion

    It feels like the author knows the characters, but doesn’t know how to show them to us, that’s why I feel so awkward reading what they do.

    It is a well written book, with great references, but from my point of view, the emotion is missing, everything seems so rigid, and personally, I would have loved to embrace the characters more. It made me feel like there is no beginning, there is no end.

    However, the end of the book brought me a big disappointment. Personally, I believe that at the end of a book everything needs to be wrapped up like a bow and here it was not. When I finish a book, I normally don’t want to know more about the characters, because I learnt everything I had to about them. I don’t want to know more about the story, because everything that I wanted to be said was said.

    In ‘‘Beautiful world, where are you ?’’, I didn’t find out enough about the characters, but I kept hoping that I would and while reading the last chapter, I just got annoyed that it ended the way it had. It felt like the whole potential of the book and the way the story was going was ruined by a happy ending. It felt like selling the American Dream or the 1 million lottery ticket, after a life full of misery, which made it feel so unrealistic. All of a sudden, time passed, the pandemic hit, but the characters got a happy ending, while the biggest twist of the book was women’s existential crisis in their 30s.

    I also find the title of a book very important, some would say crucial. The fact that you are questioning where the beauty in life has disappeared and that this answer is found at the end of the book drives me mad, as said before, the ending is so utopian.

    I liked the fact she used so much influence from the classic literature and at the same time she added new elements: for example, the drugs or the way she flirts with the queerness in a classic manner while portraying the influence of religion in the society nowadays is putting things in new perspective for the readers. I also liked the ethics used in the book and the fairness given to points made.

    I don’t know if I would recommend it for a reading or not, but what I know for sure is that this book definitely made me think what I like about books and what I don’t, and it’s been a long time a young author had me question so much about the way of writing and the influences used in a book. It is definitely a good lecture, possibly overrated in ratings, which brings an interesting perspective of nowadays society, through the eyes of a young Irish author.

    Reference:

    Rooney, S. (2021). Beautiful world, where are you. Farrar, Straus and and Giroux.

  • 11 Sayings by Cioran

    Copyright Delia Kelly 2022

    “11 vorbe…d-ale lui Cioran”, article pubished in Magazine TIMPUL BRUXELLES, Belgium- 2022

    Link: https://portal.revistatimpul.ro/timpul-bruxelles/11-vorbe-de-ale-lui-cioran/

    English translation available below. The English translation of this text was generated with the assistance of Gemini, a large language model from Google. The text provided herein has been translated from the original Romanian sources. The quotes attributed to E.M. Cioran were taken from his Romanian-language books (as listed in the References section). The English versions used in this text are new translations created for this context and do not correspond to the standard English titles or official translations found in Cioran’s established English works. Readers should consult the original Romanian editions for exact wording.

    1.Cioran viewed the world as a simulacrum of goodness. In his vision, time could not construct its sacred nature without space; yesterday, today, and tomorrow became mere servant categories. For him, days are perpetually tainted by sterility, and man lives a continuous drama because he has separated his time from his existence: by fleeing existence, he is weighed down by time. And (..) he feels time growing within him, much like death.

    The author delimits time, constructing an ideology separate from a pure, clarified time, freed from events, beings, and things, which reveals itself only in certain passing moments of the night, and which constitutes for man the sole concern of dragging himself toward an exemplary catastrophe.

    2.Thus, life can frame one’s becoming. The spirit appears in antithesis to life, competing with it: in the face of any fact of life, the spirit plays the role of the spoilsport. Nevertheless, he discovers the purpose of life: it has no purpose; however, each of us finds one.

    3.For this reason, man acts as an ambidextrous agent of destiny: there are people who seek the meaning of life and people who have found it without seeking it.

    If man tries to depend entirely on God, he will progress slowly, so slowly that he will not even realize it.

    If man no longer lives in the shadow of anyone, he will rush, and this will sadden him, and he would give anything to reclaim the belief he abandoned.

    4.Although Cioran states that he detests man, he cannot maintain the same attitude toward the human being. I detest the human being for the simple fact that the word being contains, no matter what one says, a certain something of fullness, of enigmatic and passionate quality—attributes foreign to the notion of man.

    This delineation arouses a suspicion in him, the very nature of being thus becoming questionable: What then to say about life, which is its becoming and its fading?

    5.Subsequently, the antithesis of good and evil intervenes, aiming for adherence to a single direction: that of obtaining salvation, in order to clarify the doubled chain of Good and Evil.

    The world is seen as an obstruction, and human beings are regarded as creatures too spiritually underdeveloped to grasp this fundamental reality.

    Meanwhile, Evil separates itself, achieving its own identity apart from the primal, original indifference, and disguises itself under the alias of Time, taking time as its pseudonym. To obtain salvation, however, people must believe in morality, as only then will Evil die, exhausting its vitality.

    6.Freedom thus appears as a gift. A gift of understanding life.

    Freedom will belong solely to the one who has unveiled the vanity of all perspectives, and truly freed is only the one who has acted upon the consequences of that finding.

    The verb “to feel” gains a double meaning: to understand experience and reality.

    Therefore, Cioran states: I feel that I am free, but I know that I am not.

    7.Intuition manifests after freedom, complementing it and delimiting the human being.

    Cioran held that intuitions are twofold: the essential (Homer, Upanishads, folklore) and the belated (Mahayana Buddhism, Roman Stoicism, Alexandrian Gnosticism). Intuitions that are nothing more nor less than primary flashes and pale glimmers that lead to the awakening of consciousness and the boredom of being awake.

    8.Man constructs his image by saying what he wanted to say. However, he must leave an incomplete self-image. Cioran considers this to be a golden rule.

    9.Out of a desire to define his becoming and motivate his existence, man turns toward God. Cioran views God as a disease: a disease you believe you are cured of because no one dies from it.

    And he defines Him as the interval between two heartbeats—thereby giving Him an ambivalent value; however, there are also hearts into which He cannot look without losing His innocence.

    In the author’s view, God is, even if He is not, and Cioran seeks to explain how He will succeed in truly comprehending humanity: Will God be able to bear all my shortcomings? Will He be able to stir under the burden of so many sorrows?

    10.Through defining God, humanity will gain a deeper comprehension of mortality. For Cioran, death is the flavor of existence. Man appears to accept the idea of dying, but not ‘the hour of death’: he is willing to die at any time, just not when he is truly obliged to.: to die anytime, but not when one must die, no!

    Thus, the human being realizes that he carries not only his life but also his death.

    11.In conclusion, man will be left with only one solution to survive. Cioran affirms, with stoicism, the plausible solution he has adopted. A simple, elegant solution: What do you do from morning till night?

    I endure myself.

    Note:

    The bolded text is Cioran’s.

    References:

    Cioran, E. M. (1992). On the Heights of Despair (Pe culmile disperării). Translated by I. Zarifopol-Johnston. University of Chicago Press. (Original work published 1934)

    Cioran, E. M. (1991). The Book of Delusions (Cartea amăgirilor). Humanitas. (Original work published 1936)

    Cioran, E. M. (1990). The Transfiguration of Romania (Schimbarea la față a României). Translated by M. Z. The University of Chicago Press. (Original work published 1936)

    Cioran, E. M. (1995). Tears and Saints (Lacrimi și sfinți). Translated by I. Zarifopol-Johnston. University of Chicago Press. (Original work published 1937)

    Cioran, E. M. (1991). The Twilight of Thoughts (Amurgul gîndurilor). Humanitas. (Original work published 1940)

    Cioran, E. M. (1991). The Passionate Handbook (Îndreptar pătimaș). Humanitas. (Original work published 1991)

    Google. (2025). Translation of Cioran’s Romanian philosophical quotes [Large Language Model]. Generated by Gemini, November 30, 2025.

  • Science fiction

    Copyright Delia Kelly 2022

    The Earth told me
    That Jupiter had whispered in its ear
    How silly we are
    To think
    To drink
    To meet
    To cheat
    To sleep
    To weep
    To eat and to
    Live on repeat.

    We are nothing more than dust in the wind
    We are so small under the Sun and Moon’s reflection
    In that ugly rusty battlefield
    may we call it
    Pandora’s imperfection.

    Soon,
    We will become shadows of our own perception
    No more meeting and cheating and drinking
    Or thinking and sleeping and weeping.
    We will be just falling little stars-
    Blaming the Universe’s conception.

    That’s when the Earth will whisper back
    In Jupiter’s ear,
    What causes the discontinuation:
    Some souls still want to eat and live on repeat- the well-known 21st Century’s procrastination.

    May we just call it, please,
    Pandora’s imperfection.