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    A Handful of Dreams
    A Handful of Dreams
    A Handful of Dreams
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    A Handful of Dreams

    By Mon Roig Viladoms

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    A Handful of Dreams is a project that took me over ten years, five heart breaks and a husband to complete. Now seriously, this is a dream I had when I was sixteen and it has been taking shape with every new, so to say, twist of the road. The book compiles over 90 poems organised under four headlines which try to analyse different ways of dreaming.

    The first one is called Castles In The Air and it is a collection of poems about language and the aim to find your own voice. In them one can see the impact of some deconstruction theories I came across in college. In short, Coming from a bilingual society, speaking five languages myself and having chosen a foreign language to be the vehicle of my work, besides the fact I am a Philologist, the voice and the art to convey what lies within is, of course, one of my main concerns.

    The second block, Delusion, compiles poems written with a bitter pen. They tell stories of delusion with people and lovers, but despite some lines may sound even somewhat harsh, they are lessons one must learn and from which to grow.

    Meeting my husband and the stability he has brought about can be seen in some poems from Reverie. Maybe these are the most light-hearted of all and with some poems sincerely dedicated to my best friends and family. At the end of the day they are like the almond tree flowers in the middle of winter, the hope of life and the assurance of beauty in the world.

    Awakening was the only logical ending for a dream. Here rather than waking up from a dream, it is eventually finding your voice. These poems deal with issues such as women's rights, identity, respect and more important even, self-respect.

    But poets should never talk much about their work, it is the work that must speak to the reader being the latter the only author in the end. I only hope mine do this as well.

    Cheers.


    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateJun 5, 2005
    ISBN9781466978232
    A Handful of Dreams
    Author

    Mon Roig Viladoms

    I was born in 1975 in Barcelona but was raised in the countryside. My early education was fully traditionalist and quite rooted in religion, but I got in touch with more liberal perspectives at university. I took many subjects on literature and, besides studying the "cannon", I enjoyed a wide variety of discourses especially motivating were my subjects on Post-colonialism, deconstruction and gender studies. Surely influenced by many feminine voices, especially black authors like Toni Morrison and Gloria Naylor, and strong personalities such as Allen Ginsberg, I started experimenting with different registers of English. Due to belonging to a generation whose poetry is music, I must admit this as my main teacher. Besides, my coming from a bilingual society (Catalan and Spanish) and speaking five languages (Catalan, Spanish, English, Swedish and some German), and moreover being a language teacher, you will surely find a great deal of concern on communication and language itself in my lines. In 1998 I finished my degree in English at the University of Barcelona, got a job as English teacher in a Language School in Manresa. In 2000 I met my husband, Manel, and we nowadays live in a lovely countryside town near Barcelona called Navarcles with our two sons Marc and Jordi.

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      A Handful of Dreams - Mon Roig Viladoms

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      © Copyright 2005 Mon Roig Viladoms.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a

      retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical,

      photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the

      author.

      Note for Librarians: a cataloguing record for this book that includes Dewey Decimal

      Classification and US Library of Congress numbers is available from the Library and

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      ISBN 1-4120-4083-3

      ISBN 978-1-4669-7823-2 (ebk)

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      Contents

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      Castles in the Air

      First Page

      Still Not a Swimmer

      Tribute to Emily Dickinson.

      Can we call it a lie?

      Layers

      Delusion

      Some Devil Will Get Its Wings

      Maybe he was…

      Forbidden

      A Stitch in Time Saves Nine.

      Fences

      Sunday

      Sculpture

      In Quicksand

      Lock Up

      Too tired

      Reverie

      Rooting out all roses

      Silent Letter

      Shall We

      My Girl Loves Girls

      And if

      LOVE

      In Subtle Ways

      And your words convey a certain

      nuance of water:

      Guess Me Right

      Though

      Small

      Friendship

      Drunk

      Spring cleaning

      Entwined

      In the Open

      Thanking Note

      Statement

      IRONING

      Awakening

      Pride

      There’s a man….

      Fearless

      Mirror

      Amazing

      Snowing Silence

      To my true companion, Manel,

      for the courage and the trust.

      Without you this book would still be a dream.

      ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      There are many people I must thank for being there since this book compiles many years, but there are a handful that must be mentioned here.

      Judit JU Vergé for the excellent photos included here. Tu es une bonne amie.

      Nancy Lee for your linguistic guide and support.

      My Goodies: Astrid, Izzie and

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