Quirina chose to become a scientist, for practical reasons, but also because she was searching for truth. She had the naive notion that scientists would be honest people, that they could be trusted, but she soon discovered that they were just like everyone else–erring like robots don’t. Then she thought that becoming a mathematician would be better, because proof cannot be faked. Again she discovered that humans err. While her neurons were idling in the excitement of traversing cerebral dimensions, poetry happened quite unexpectedly. In this whole process she accidentally became a translator! And now she writes too, on purpose.

This blog is here for Quirina to procrastinate and ponder, finding the pieces of life’s puzzle, producing poems, stories, anecdotes and quotes. When she has done her necessary procrastination, she goes on adventures in translation.

Otherwise, she is happily raising her three children and going through fields, meadows and forests, sometimes on her bicycle, sometimes on foot, sometimes in solitude, or with family or a friend. She likes to climb up rock cliffs, hike up mountains or canoe on rivers or lakes.

Her most favourite celestial objects are Black Holes, because that is where gravity goes to infinity.


7 thoughts on “About

  1. In black holes are found single socks, lonely pens and pencils, sometimes keys. Occasionally a soul or two and perhaps even a string of hope, lost from earth.

    I’m very pleased to meet you.


  2. Pleased to make your acquaintance too, RR. There is a trick to getting those odd socks and keys out of the Black Hole. You throw the remaining odd sock away, and while the stench of the rubbish truck lingers fresh in your nostrils, the matching sock will magically be whipped out of the Black Hole and appear before thee. Once you have changed the locks and acquired a new key, shining new and smelling of burned metal, the old one will shoot out of the Black Hole with a merry jingle. Q

  3. Thanks for your comment Quirina. I’m curious about the journey from science to fiction writing. I will read your work with pleasure. And I guess it is more of a “bedtime” read than (y)our hero Penrose! 😛

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  5. This is how I reward your friendship and support?!? Seriously, I am not at all a fan of chain letters, almost have a visceral need to delete them as soon as I receive them, but this Lucky 7 Random Editing one got me thinking and took me on a journey involving a lot of squirming, nearly cheating, disbelief and eating humble pie. No need to take part, and I know you write mainly poetry, so you may want to submit 7 lines of a poem instead, but it’s just my way of saying: I really like what you do and I really appreciate the online bond we’ve created. Here are the rules:
    Hope you have a lovely Easter, with at least some glimmer of sunshine, and lots of high-quality chocolate!

  6. Q: I couldn’t reply to your comment on my latest post (technology sometimes baffles me), so am doing it here. Not through my own words, but through Paul Celan:

    Nachts, wenn das Pendel der Liebe schwingt
    zwischen Immer und Nie,
    stößt dein Wort zu den Monden des Herzens
    und dein gewitterhaft blaues
    Aug reicht der Erde den Himmel.

    Aus fernem, aus traumgeschwärztem
    Hain weht uns an das Verhauchte,
    und das Versäumte geht um, groß wie die Schemen der Zukunft.

    Was sich nun senkt und hebt,
    gilt dem zuinnerst Vergrabenen:
    blind wie der Blick, den wir tauschen,
    küßt es die Zeit auf den Mund.

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