Kategoriarkiv: about writing
How I started blogging and some of my poems from previous years
It all started the rainy and cold summer of 2012. We were trapped in that gloomy dull summer never forgotten because of those days after days of never ending rain. All plans of trips and picnics became lame to then … Fortsätt läsa
”Without Georgette, there is no Vallejo”
”Definitivamente: sin Georgette, no hay Vallejo.” quote: Miguel Pachas Almeyda the writer of “Georgette Vallejo, al fin de la batalla” (2008) from an interview at the site servindi.org/actualidad-entrevistas/07/01/2021/georgette-la-mujer-que-amo-vallejo-mas-alla-de-la-muerte (Available to read in English) He walks down the street with his … Fortsätt läsa
En ensam plats blir ensammare
This post is only in Swedish as it is about a newly published book which is only available in Swedish (so far) and the hullabaloo a scandlous review in a tabloid caused on many Swedish culture pages. I år … Fortsätt läsa
Cold April Day
A cold and windy birthday – I turned 72 years (old) today. Freezing, dressed for a warm spring that just was, I limped to the library – my son praiseworthy carrying the … Fortsätt läsa
Jag läser dig in i mina drömmar (I read you into my dreams)
Vägen är lång och verkar vara utan ände. Jag minns dig min vän från innan dagarna vände. Men även om du nu är borta och mitt hjärta känns tömt, finns du ännu i allt vad jag en gång drömt. Jag … Fortsätt läsa
How does a horse want it?
This post is alternately in Swedish and English, but I hope the reading will work for you! Jag tänker fortfarande ibland på hästen Otto – vad hände med honom? Har han äntligen kommit till ro och fått ett hem och … Fortsätt läsa
Nu ska jag läsa Knausgård, tamigfan!
Sorry, only in Swedish this time, it’s my reflections on a Swedish debate article. Kom idag att läsa en kulturartikel i GP från 2:a juli i år skriven av AmericaVera-Zavala: ”Att … Fortsätt läsa
Hassan
His publisher told the media that his death was a disaster. Yet now he is with the stars above and he has left the battlefields behind him with all the scribblers on the literature pages in newspaper in Denmark and … Fortsätt läsa
As the world appears (barber wire haiku)
As the world appears Why bother picking flowers? And why fall in love? Barbed wire Flower The power of tyranny Hong Kong Orchid Tree Trump and Xi Jinping like monsters in ancient myths kills our single lives What to dream … Fortsätt läsa
Came to mention Ezra Pound
As visiting the library, we came to talk about a certain Fantasy writer, my son surprised to find that author’s books still at the shelves. This because as he said of the … Fortsätt läsa
Laura
Inspired by Francesco Petrarca’s courtly love poems to Laura de Sade I And ever since the day you died, my Laura, my heart is an empty deserted grieving tomb. I dreamed about you in lonely bachelor nights, my feverish body … Fortsätt läsa
Elderly balance (single-leg stance)
When 18 people read my texts I exist. Otherwise it is not much with that, unless I not wake up in the night with cramps in one lower leg, then I surely know I’m alive. I hear on the TV … Fortsätt läsa
The dismantling of a writer: Patricia Highsmith
Few writers have been written about over time as much as Patricia Highsmith. She cannot be overlooked but yet looked down on. Writers and journalists who probably got the assignment to write about her and accept it to be able … Fortsätt läsa
Visiting the local library
I (Friday, February 7) It is a Friday noon and I’ll wash my hair and when it has dried, I intend to take the bus to city and walk from there to … Fortsätt läsa
(Oh Carol) I think I’ll retire and start write literature criticism!
I was chatting again with him today, him – the one who has designated me as his first and greatest and only one love forever and ever. And it’s as terrible as listening to Neil Sedaka’s howling Oh Carol. Verbatim! … Fortsätt läsa
I didn’t eat pizza on January 1st
New Year’s day I didn’t eat pizza on January 1st like other normal Swedes, but on the other hand I didn’t have a hangover either, like too many Swedes are supposed to have on this day. But I followed the … Fortsätt läsa
Love and art
Kärlek gör sig, ärligt talat, bäst omgestaltad till musik och sång. Verkligheten är lättare att förstå i litteraturen, tagen på pulsen. När en älskare säger jag ska sitta vid din sida när du skriver, då vet man att nu är … Fortsätt läsa
Hongkong on the screen
The Swedish PEN club has given the Tucholsky Prize to the publisher Gui Minhai in his absence, imprisoned in China for years. Which last week caused China’s ambassador in Sweden to seriously and … Fortsätt läsa
Who is Olga? And where’s she?
Who is Olga? And where’s she? ”Everyone” knows by now who the Other One is and what he’s alleged to has written and said and not – and what he himself claims he has not written and not said. ”I’m … Fortsätt läsa
The media game: Hang the man
I started the day as I use to, coffee and a cheese sandwich and reading newspaper on the web. Big sigh! Another sulphurous debate article against Peter Handke and the Swedish Academy and its members for the choice of Handke … Fortsätt läsa
If you want to be free, you have to pay the fee!
If you want to be free, you have to pay the fee! Last night, the fee was paid to make me free from advertisements on this my blog. I’m free now from the discomfort my word when published could be … Fortsätt läsa
Changes (living in a ”free” world)
There will be some changes on this blog until I paid the fee getting me free from ads. (Meaning some of my entries destroyed by inserted ads are now set ”private” not visible for a while.) If only the ads … Fortsätt läsa
”Drink Tap Water in Sweden! Just Like All Swedes Do!”
”Drink Tap Water in Sweden! Just Like All Swedes Do!” But don’t beat up people brutally on the street because they annoys you – and think you will get away with it. I’m not a nationalist and have never been. … Fortsätt läsa
Ambiguous love (feeling trapped)
He asked me if I had written something at my blog that same day and I said no. ”No poems?” he asked and ”No!” I said. ”Why?” he queried. ”I have nothing to write about” I said unhappy. ”So what … Fortsätt läsa
Where the birches rustles their summer song
When one goes, the other is seen left behind: But the former will be what comes. The other: the laughing gentleman, now ridiculous naked butt as the fairy tale emperor: but still haughty he gabbles his garbage. Far after the … Fortsätt läsa
Hedgehog man
He sent me his photo showing he had a chin like a hedgehog skin. And he said ”You can kiss me as much as you want!” ”Oh, thanks,” I said. ”But with you I won’t!” … Fortsätt läsa
Tom talks to my young suitor
He think I’m weak and he think I’m fragile, yet he cling to me harder than glue. I want to die with him inside me, but I don’t know if I ever will be able to live with him … Fortsätt läsa
Tired!
I heard a tune on Youtube and wasted my morning with reading some Swedish song lyrics, the younger generation. It is that tiny but constant hope to find something that is genuine and heartfelt. But no? I said to … Fortsätt läsa
All I could write was because of you
A tribute to all (female and male) muses that give the romantic poets the ink in their pens (An attempt to translate ”L’encre de tes yeux” by Francis Cabrel to Swedish and English. I’ve put the Swedish translation first as … Fortsätt läsa
Pink dreams
She could hardly sleep at all last night and yet she woke up at four in morning, went up for coffee and checking internet, then quick back to bed to sleep and she woke up again after two dreaming in … Fortsätt läsa
Black or white, Edith Södergran
Edith Södergran (1892 – 1923) is a Finnish-Swedish writer and she was a pioneer in the Scandinavian literary modernism in the early 1900s. She never got not much fame for her poetry before her death, rather the opposite. But she … Fortsätt läsa
(Mind matter) Märka ord
Märk nu mina ord, jag besökte er ett tag, men var verkligen aldrig där: ett vingslag mot din kind i natten, du rös till litegrann. Vi bor i Sverige men lever i världen. Våra tankar borde vara såsom svalor i … Fortsätt läsa
Adonis’ speech
I gave her my heart and she sliced it and spiced it and fried it and show it to the world to view and to consume. Since I’ve fled the battles she gives me bad names but my name … Fortsätt läsa
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