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Windows on the World

G. Mend-Ooyo, Ulaanbaatar, Mongolia

March 1, 2013 | by

A series on what writers from around the world see from their windows.
G.Mend-Ooyo

When I was young, every morning I would take our hobbled horse and walk it in the dawn light. My father would say, “Sleep late like a horse. Rise early like a bird.” As I walked with the horse, I was very happy to have the little birds fly just above the light of dawn as they sang.

The rhythm of each morning of my life still moves to the beat of my lovely childhood. From the window of my home in the center of Ulaanbaatar, I grasp the pale light in the east. Just as I used to bring in the horses pastured on the wild steppe, I spend time recollecting in my mind many thoughts that have taken flight. The images of life, transected by the window, are a chiaroscuro.

I can clearly see the great seat of learning that is the National University of Mongolia. Sometimes it seems to be an image hanging on walls. A few steps from the window is my writing desk, made from Mongolian pine wood. When I sit at the desk, the world shifts into a different space. The history books grow thicker. There is no time to watch what goes on beyond my window. —G. Mend-Ooyo

 

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  1. Royal James | March 5, 2013 at 1:36 am

    Excellent I’d love to say. Such a nice story. Inspirational one.

  2. Leif Olsson | March 5, 2013 at 1:53 am

    Dear G. Mend-Ooyo, as in most of your poetic writing your childhood impressions and feelings and memories are always present. They have become impregnated in your body and mind and consist that chest of treasures which makes your poetry so rich. . Your imagination and writing get a golden lining, you are open to it and let it bring colours and substance to the words you put on paper. And it links your past to your present in a most poetic and recoginzable way. And it fills the reader with light and happiness.You are a Master G. Mend-Ooyo. By Leif Olsson, Swedish translator and dramatist.

  3. Jam | March 7, 2013 at 4:17 am

    Many thanks to the artist for his kindness, gentleness, and the expression of heat in all the works, these paintings really inspiring …

  4. Jam | March 7, 2013 at 4:17 am

    The view from my window essay in the spirit of Prosper Merimee
    Philosophic wonderful and in the spirit of the Noble Mongolian nomadic traditions
    and a mix of modern urban life makes it an essay remarkable poet Mend-ooeo unique and colorful .
    That is so lacking in our urban life, a life on the run and in a hurry , with no time and sometimes the thought of a fellow human being and understanding of its .

  5. jagdagdorje | March 16, 2013 at 1:50 pm

    sain bna uu?gaihaltai saihan sait bna?haanaas ene ikhe zyiliig olj tabib aa!!!saihan sanagdaj bna?ene bol delhiitei hel niiluulej baigaagiin tod jisee?ter dyndaa Pranziin agyy ynsigchid bolon delhiin songodogyydaas ynsigchidiin dyr bolood setgeliig tatah ni zyin hereg.amjilt hysye.bayar hyrgye,Mongoldoo hamgiin anhanii delhiid oirtoh chonh boljee.hynterlehten enyygeer oirtohoos bys?hydaldaa ariljaa deel hybzasaar oirtoh ni hol bna?bayarlalaa.erhem neher yaryy nairagch G.Mend-ooyo tergyytei Mongoliin soyol niigemiin yaryy nairagiin akedamiin hamt olond amjilt hysmyy.Pranz ylas Rennes hotoos.

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