The Enchanted Manuscript Of Elisabetta Esther

  • The Realm Of Sensitivity

    The Realm Of Sensitivity

    The Realm Of Sensitivity

    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    We try to be sensitive to
     the outside world
    Being aware of the importance of each word we pronounce and write
    We are the world we create and sense
    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    Being careful about the responsibility we have in making our world
    Since our world influences the external world
    Each word is a small drop in a big ocean of emotions
    We strive to give ourselves hope
    We strive to perceive the others
    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    Trying to be more conscious and sensitive
    Each of our words can contribute to change this world
    We hope for a better society
    We hope for a world without dictatorships
    And with no exploitation of humans and nature
    I’m Jewish with dual citizenship
    I feel a citizen of the world
    I would like a society without hatred and prejudices
    I would like a community without discriminations against minorities
    We are all human
    We are all equal
    We live in the realm of sensitivity
    We belong to a natural world, and we need to preserve it with care
    Because in the end, we are what we accomplish before we leave this world behind us
    Our lives are short compared to the life of a star
    We have a big responsibility in giving a contribution to this world
    We live in the realm of sensitivity.
    Esther Racah

  • Time

    Time

    Time

    We don’t need time at all
    Time is that sequence of instants that grab and capture memories
    We are slaves of time only because we believe in it
    Time doesn’t exist
    Every moment can be eternal and timeless
    We don’t need time at all
    We can be free from the time-bound box
    We can be free from the concept of space as well
    Since space is related to time
    Considering that only a tiny part of the universe is visible
    We shouldn’t care about time and space
    There is no reason to be captivated by time and space
    To feel our inner essence and keep contact with our own truth
    We can nullify time and space
    In this way, we will preserve our authenticity and integrity
    Being honest with ourselves.
    Esther Racah

  • Free Spirit

    Free Spirit

    Free Spirit
    I’m a free spirit who lives in poetry
    Poetry is one of the most elevated acts of love
    Poetry is in every cell of my body
    And it’s an act of pure love which is inside my body and soul
    I let my poetry flow through my body and senses
    Many places I had been, many lives I had lived and many people I had met in my life
    I can hear and feel people with my soul
    Consider me as pure poetry, which is trying to reach out for your soul and mind
    I’m a free spirit who lives in poetry
    I know that feeling of absurd sensitivity and sensibility
    I’m pure poetry and an incorporeal spirit
    My poetry is part of my cells and body
    I’m a free spirit, and I love all the poetry
    Which is one of the highest human expressions

    I love poetry with all my essence and soul.
    Esther Racah

  • Deceptions

    Deceptions

    Deceptions

    With time my dreams became deceptions
    With time my hopes became deceptions
    A bright hallucination became a dark image of delusions
    Hopes fell like raindrops
    Creating a lake of despair and self-deception
    Being dreams the illusions we live in
    To overcome a spoiled reality
    Which is much too corrupted
    The clouds in my minds protect me and make me feel free
    I can fly away and pretend not to be myself anymore
    All the pains, the grudges, the disillusion, the deceptions disappear
    I become invisible
    I become infinite
    And I’m one of the trillions of stars in the universe
    Where no envy, no violence, no hatred, no discrimination are allowed to exist
    I want to forget and be merry
    I want to celebrate life and be cheery
    As my past sank into the abyss of the oblivion
    Dark is the night without dreams
    Dreams are my candles when I walk in the dark forest of the desolate fears
    I want to empty my mind and shake away all the obscene memories
    And the cold rain would wash away all the past crimson shames
    My shadow is the only material remnant of myself
    I’m made of passions and poetry
    And my love is sealed into my words which I scatter in my verses
    Nothing matters but the brightness of my soul
    Once it is free from the yoke of the pain addiction
    Deceptions are in my mind and my body
    They left their imprints all over my skin.
    Esther Racah

  • A Feminine Mistake

    A Feminine Mistake

    Some women perpetuate a feminine mistake identifying the femininity with features such as submission, fragility, dependence, tenderness and frivolity. I consider it an insult to women who studied and worked hard all life long. I think that these are the concepts of a patriarchal culture which leads to abuses against women.

    Unfortunately, even nowadays, some women firmly assert that femininity involves submission and passivity. Moreover, in this perspective, a woman has to be delicate, soft and “decorative” such as an ornamental flower plant! Women are not ornaments! 

    The assumption that a woman belongs to the weak and fragile gender belittles the feminine role in our society. And this feminine mistake goes along with the woman exploitation. The vision of a woman cleaning, cooking and obeying to her partner’s orders, misleads and contributes to building negative stereotypes.

    Although I wear dresses and makeup and have long hair, I cannot affirm that I’m feminine if this term encloses such negative connotations. Being a refined and feminine woman because of an aesthetic appearance could be deceiving. In these terms, I’m pretty puzzled when it comes to defining my personality. I believe that definitions and labels can be restrictive and dangerous.

    Moreover, I think that my being feminine is related to my strength rather than to my fragility. I don’t feel feminine when femininity involves the concept of masculine domination and violence acceptance. This toxic femininity leads to misogyny and repression. It is misleading and wrong to expect that a woman has to be always beautiful, well-dressed, and wearing makeup and jewellery. 

    In social media, there are many profiles of women whose content is very superficial and ordinary. They strive to expose their body as much as possible. Some of them deform their faces with fillers, and honestly, they seem to be very similar. Their life is devoted exclusively to their shallow vanities. Women are not beautiful statues in a museum nor dolls! Women are better than that, and I would love to see more empowered women!

  • The Aeronauts Book

    The Aeronauts Book

    The Aeronauts is a book by James Glaisher, a pioneer of the scientific meteorology. He was an English aeronaut and astronomer during the mid-1800s. He had undoubtedly an adventurous life measuring the atmosphere at different altitudes in a hot air balloon. It is the third novel in my second list of books.

    About the Author

    James Glaisher was one of the founders of the actual Royal Meteorological Society back to the year 1850. He held different roles in several institutions such as the Royal Society, Royal Astronomical Society and the Royal Aeronautical Society. Since his childhood, he developed an interest in meteorology, having access to the Royal Observatory at Greenwich. James performed flights up to heights of 11 km above the ground, with twenty-eight ascents with Henry Coxwell, his pilot. He aimed to measure the atmosphere at high altitudes, to get information about the temperature and humidity at different elevations. The Aeronauts edition comes from the 1871 book Travels in the Air, and it is about the aerial journeys of James Glaisher. 

    The dreaming world of the aeronautsThe Aeronauts: Travels in the Air

    As James Glaisher wrote: “There are no frontiers in the reign of thoughts, and the conquests of the human mind belong to all the world, yet each civilised nation is called upon to give its contingent to the great work of the study of nature and to choose those branches which are most suited to its genius”. This book is about the chronicles of his ascents in England, starting from 1862 to 1865. Glaisher describes the beauty of a clear night over London in his several ascents and looking through a telescope a part of the Milky Way. Above the clouds, all seems to be so different. It is a vast continent above the earth; an upper world where there are silence and calm.

    As soon as the elevation increases, the sky has a deep blue colour, and when there is vapour, the colour is an intense Prussian blue. The beauty of the clouds is more notable in an autumn morning before sunrise. In another section of The Aeronauts, Glaisher describes a beautiful and detailed view of London. He could have a distinct glance of several homes, being the city of London visible, including the suburbs. And he portrays the countryside as a garden with well-marked fields, with a complete view of the Thames. The discovery of the balloon is one of the most important inventions in human history. Indeed, the balloon is an instrument that allowed exploring the atmosphere, a natural laboratory so crucial for chemists, meteorologists and physicists. 

  • Trap

    Trap

    Trap

    My heart was shattered to pieces
    Ripped to remnants of myself
    I was totally devastated
    My heart was a lost remnant of the past
    Love was something terrifying me
    And I tried to accept and love myself
    I strived to believe in a dream
    But everything was destroyed in a blast
    Terror and stupor overcame in my heart
    I was overwhelmed, and I couldn’t help myself
    Seeking freedom from an emotional slavery
    Humiliation and pain crushed the innocence of a primitive love
    An ideal love that exists only as a faded chimaera
    A chimaera of purity and integrity
    A fragment of a nightmare which reduced me to tears
    The teardrops of a painful illusion which was my trap
    The trap of a dreadful and addictive love
    A trap that was the source of all my fears and nightmares
    I was bound and trapped by an obscure dismay
    There is no peace without a candid
    unconsciousness.
    Esther Racah

  • Emotion

    Emotion

    Emotion

    She didn’t have a heart
    She lost her integrity
    She lost her soul
    Now sitting on top of a cliff
    Behind her, there was a dark forest
    In front of her, she could admire a breathtaking view
    A vast ocean was extending with its several tones of blue and green
    Her strawberry blonde hair was loosely flowing in the wild wind
    Her brown eyes were delighted in this vision
    A dream made of different colours and sounds
    She was motionless and quiet
    Nevertheless, she could not feel any emotion
    She was frozen inside like an iceberg
    She was petrified and impassible
    Not even the hastening wind could perturb her
    She was the ghost of herself
    The shell of herself
    Being incorporeal and ethereal
    She was lifeless as a dried white lotus
    There was no emotion in her inner essence
    Because she was a spiritless creature
    She couldn’t be touched by anything but her own indifference.
    Esther Racah

  • Memories

    Memories

    Memories

    From the window, I see a bird flying away
    It reminds me how time runs fast
    It reminds me of the freedom which I lost
    Perplexed, I wonder how quickly the thoughts and memories move back and forth in my mind
    Similarly to a bird flying from a place to another place with a broad view of the city
    As the day passes, the light changes
    And new colours paint the city
    As long as the evening covers up everything with a dark cloak
    A game of lights and shadows adorn the city
    Melancholy accompanies me to the nighttime
    A blend of feelings and memories create a picture whose subject changes constantly
    We can consider our memories like landscapes
    Some are unpleasant and unsightly
    Others are pleasant and lovely
    I live in a pit of memories
    I live in a field of emotions
    Sometimes memories trap me
    And it’s difficult to escape from them
    But in the end, my mind flies away free like a bird in the sky
    My mind is a mirror of memories
    Images that belong to a far and near past
    My mirror of memories keeps me captive
    Although I try to flee from this ambush
    I cannot be free, and maybe I don’t want
    I will forever belong to this abyss of memories.
    Esther Racah

  • Nineteen Eighty-Four – A Novel

    Nineteen Eighty-Four – A Novel

    Nineteen Eighty-Four is a 1949 novel by the English author Eric Arthur Blair, who wrote under George Orwell’s pseudonym. It is a dystopian and satirical book about totalitarianism. This novel takes place in Airstrip One (previously Great Britain) in the provinces of Oceania. It is the second novel in my second list of books.

    The Social Structure 

    The Nineteen Eighty-Four book starts with a bright cold day in 1984 to anticipate this story’s harsh and ruthless dynamic. The cult of the Big Brother and the Ingsoc ideology are the bases of this society. There is a pyramidal social structure where the majority consists of proles, the lower working class; the Outer Party composes the middle-class, and the Inner Party represents the upper class. The dictator is the mysterious Big Brother, whose identity is secret. He is a phantasmatic leader who represents the Party. His face appears all over Oceania, in posters and telescreens with the “Big Brother Is Watching You” caption. Microphones and telescreens upholster every bit of the indoors and outdoors. Everyone and everything is under the control of the elitist Inner Party. The role of the Thought Police is to control everybody all the time.

    The Ministries

    In this lunatic and foolish social structure, there are three different government ministries: the Ministry of Truth, Minitrue, the Ministry of Peace, Minipax, the Ministry of Love, Miniluv and the Ministry of Plenty, Miniplenty. The Minitrue deals with news, entertainment and education; the Minipax is responsible for the war; the Miniluv is in charge of law and order; the Miniplenty manages the economic affairs. The worst among them is the Miniluv. The main character of this catastrophic scenario is Winston Smith, who works for the Minitrue. In Oceania, the official language is the Newspeak which consists of a minimal amount of words. Furthermore, the third most populous region of Oceania is Airstrip One, whose chief city is London. And it is in London that all the episodes occur. 

    A Ridiculous Propaganda

    The three slogans of the Party are: War Is Peace, Freedom Is Slavery and Ignorance Is Strength. It sums up the concept of the ideal citizen who must be an ignorant slave and fanatic supporter of the Big Brother. Hence, instincts, free-thinking, love, and individualism are illegal. And every thought and emotion is meticulously scrutinised as much as actions. In Nineteen Eighty-Four, the people’s enemy is Emmanuel Goldstein, one of the Party leaders; after he engaged in revolutionary activities, he escaped and disappeared. Everyone hated and despised Goldstein. Winston hates the Big Brother, the Party and the Thought Police. These three heinous entities fight the thoughtcrime, which consists of unorthodox thoughts and rejection of the Party’s doctrine. 

    The Thoughtcrime

    Winston keeps remembering ancient times when he was a child, and there were privacy, love and friendship. Therefore, he firmly believes that thoughtcrime involves death, recognising himself as a dead man. Indeed, the deprivation of feelings and freedom gave birth to a society made of fear, hatred and pain; and the old England was now Airstrip one. Another slogan of the Party is: “Who controls the past, controls the future; who controls the present, controls the past”. A mist surrounds every memory of Winston because he remembers only sporadic events. Briefly, he realises that whoever displeases the Party, disappears mysteriously. In Nineteen Eighty-Four, marriages were happening among Party members with the approval of a committee, with the condition that the two parts were not feeling any mutual attraction. The only purpose of marriages was the procreation of children for the service of the Party. 

    The Nineteen Eight-Four society was based on the total control of each individual

    An Unbearable Existence

    In Nineteen Eighty-Four, love is an unthinkable act because of the denial of feelings and affection. The Party considered the proles as natural inferiors such as animals. Hence there is no need to indoctrinate them with the ideology. And to exploit the proles, the only requirement is a mere patriotism. They are free from telescreens, daily inspections, and puritanism. Indeed, another Party slogan is: “Proles and animals are free”.

    On the contrary, Winston’s life is a blend of a nebulous past and lies, which become truth. In Nineteen Eighty-Four, the Big Brother’s hypnotic eye is everywhere, even on the children’s books. And it is a coercive and frightening way to manipulate the minds. Literature is banned, and the only legal books are the ones about the doctrine of the Party.  Therefore the history and the past are erased. Nobody escapes torture and detection.

    Nineteen Eighty-Four novel by George Orwell imaginary scenario

    Thoughts And Dreams

    Not only thoughts and speeches are under examination but also dreams, which are the unconsciousness’s expression. Even during the sleep, the mind must control itself and love the Big Brother. On this purpose, the children are often spies, who denounce their parents, and their loyalty to the Party replaces their love for their parents. Moreover, no emotion is pure because the fear and hate contaminate everything. Nevertheless, Winston has a love affair with a girl, Julia, who hates the Party. They both try to survive, even though they break the rules, know that their death can come in a moment. Among all the social classes, the proles remain human, keeping their primitive emotions. In the end, Winston will go through several years of tortures, which will reshape his mind as brand new, inducing him to love and venerate only the Big Brother.  

    Cogito Ergo Sum

    The Party’s logic finds its explanation in the concept of perception of reality, where truth and lie are consequences of the thoughts. A principle recalls René Descartes’s philosophy, who stated that “I think; therefore I am”. In this sense, reality exists because we think about it. As he explained: “We cannot doubt of our existence while we doubt”. Moreover, the self-evident truth of “two plus two equals four” exists only in the human mind. The English writer Samuel Johnson used to affirm that you may have a reason to assert that two plus two equals five. In the Nineteen Eighty-Four novel, what is essential to the Party is that every mind subordinates to the Party doctrine. As a consequence, the power of thinking must overcome reality; nothing exists outside the human mind.  

    Social barriers in Nineteen Eighty-Four

    The Zombies Of Nineteen Eighty-Four

    The Big Brother Party’s ultimate ambition is to create a crowd of brainless zombies, who obey the Party’s doctrine unconditionally. The real interest of the Party and every type of dictatorship is to seek power for its own sake. And of course, they don’t care about the wellness of the multitude. As O’Brien, the torturer of Winston claims: “One does not establish a dictatorship to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power”. No individuality is allowed since each individual is a mere cell of a social organism. Thence, individuals achieve power as soon as they lose their identity. And they cease to exist, living a grey life of zombies without emotions nor freedom. 

    The desolate reality of Nineteen Eighty-Four

    Considerations

    It is essential to read this book because it reminds that dictatorship and totalitarianism are very dangerous and terrible. Nevertheless, even nowadays, many people are nostalgic for authoritarian regimes, perpetuating many tortures, murders and heinous crimes. I find unbearable and unbelievable that even nowadays there are groups of fanatics, who organise marches, which recall horrible atrocities both in Europe and in the USA, where this happens with the local authorities’ consent. I really cannot understand how it is legit to justify racism and people’s murders in the name of lunatic ideologies. Indeed the past should show how to avoid such horrific injustices and massacres. It seems humans did not learn from history and keep perpetuating the same depravities. 

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