1. Social Media encourages engagement between politicians and their supporters.
1. Explore original approaches
2. Gain Cultural Capital
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1. Start with a clear goal
2. Monitor the Web daily
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1. The Digital News Industry is in Crisis!
2. However, you can still be successful!
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The Nine Muses, Polyhymnia, Rhetoric by Johann Heinrich Tischbein. Source: https://fineartamerica.com/featured/the-nine-muses-polyhymnia-rhetoric-johann-heinrich-tischbein-the-elder.html.
1. Be transparent!
When it comes to online content creation, transparency is key. Developing a strong level of trust is an essential skill for any blogger, and it is especially relevant for writers because words can hide so much! Remember that “the Web is active 24/7 and has cameras on all angles,” so there is no benefit in hiding the facts or submerging the truth – one day, it will reach the surface, anyway, because the Internet sees everything (Brohgan and Smith, 2019). Therefore, the best tactic would be never to attempt hiding anything in the first place! Tell the audience your true intentions, and you will be paid back with more trust and support than you could imagine!
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Are you interested in LGBTQIA+ literature? Do you want to learn more about the less-known sapphic authors from different eras and corners of the world? Then, this podcast is perfect for you! Hosted by Veronika Sizova, the first episode of “Sapphic Literature” covers the life and work of Marina Tsvetaeva, an early-twentieth-century Russian poet. This episode also presents the reading of the first poem from her cycle, “Girlfriend,” dedicated to Sophia Parnok, and elaborates on the historical context of this publication, as well as the lyrical imagery that Tsvetaeva used in the poem. The listeners are welcome to participate in the poll and choose the author for the next episode!
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~Love has more shades than the sky itself.~
When I let go of your hand many moons ago, deep down, I knew I would never hold it again. I still see your ghost, now and then, hovering over the cliffs and mingling with the mist between the mountains… At sunset, your shadow haunts the valley where we used to dream. We made up stories; we gathered berries and laughed; we conjured up entire lives, intertwining our thoughts like grapevines and drinking their mellow nectar until we were intoxicated with passion.
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My Translation: *** Azure hills near Moscow linger, Tar and dust — in the lukewarm air. I sleep all day, all day I laugh — let's say I am recovering from winter. I am walking home in utter silence: For unwritten poems — no remorse! I prefer, to every single verse, The rattling wheels, the smell of fried almonds. When the mind is beautifully empty, Always blame the heart — it is too full! As though little waves, my days unfurl; From the bridge, I watch them fall aplenty. Someone's gazes are too soft and tender In the tenderness of lightly heated air... I am falling under summer's spell, Barely recovered from winter. (March 13, 1915)Continue reading “My Translation of Marina Tsvetaeva’s Cycle “Girlfriend” – Part 9”
My Translation: *** Midnight—over the coffee grounds She cries, looking toward the East. Her mouth is innocent and unbound, Half—a flower, and half—a beast. Soon a crescent—young and slender— Shall replace the scarlet dawn All my combs I will surrender, All my rings - to you alone! Waxing moon between the branches Did not shelter anyone. I will give you all my bracelets, All my chains - to you alone! As though under a heavy mane Your luminous pupils shine! Are your comrades jealous in vain? - The full-blooded horses stay light! (December 6, 1914)Continue reading “My Translation of Marina Tsvetaeva’s Cycle “Girlfriend” – Part 8”
My Translation: *** Her neck is lifted—young and free, Like spring in reverie. Who knows her name—who knows her age, Who—home, who—century? There is no light on these curved lips— Capricious and gentle— Yet I am blinded and eclipsed By her Beethoven's temple. It makes me tender—clear and lit, Her face, a melted oval, Her hand, in which a whip would fit, And—in the silver—opal. A violin bow could serve her hand, But into silks it went, How unrepeatable—this hand, Unique, beloved hand. (January 10, 1915)Continue reading “My Translation of Marina Tsvetaeva’s Cycle “Girlfriend” – Part 7”
The Waves of Poetry 
