What Covid-19 has done is make us aware that these are wonderful habits to go back to, that this new-normal is okay.
As Flaubert famously wrote to Turgenev in 1877: At times, it feels like I am being drained of blood from all limbs and that my death is imminent. And then I spring back, and off I go. (translation from the French by LK). These observations, and my passion for arts and culture, made me a poet after many years dedicated to the visual arts and they are evident in my third collection of poetry published earlier this year in English with Spanish translations.
I have been nourished with a storyteller’s spirit thanks to my parents, who knew how to live, to travel, and especially, how to be curious. Our homes in Beirut, and later in New York City, were filled with books.
In this collection’s first section, An Anthropology of Emotions, I tackle my mother's Alzheimer’s, the imprints of New York City, my neighborhood and the quotidian of my life. The second section, Traveling around the Sun in the speed of Life, is about my love of discovery, of other cultures, the loss of my heritage -- which unfortunately continues to be pillaged with a war between the Republic of Armenia and its neighboring Azerbaijan -- and my activism for Peace. The book is dedicated to Teachers, Poets and Lovers, for we are nothing in this Life, without them.”
