Kategoriarkiv: morality
Ashes, (Poetry crumbs 2)
I What does a heart sing about when the fire of love dreams has burned down and died? Does it sing at all? Are the days like ash just gray with no goal and direction? The ashes still warm lacks … 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
Sol och vår (Love-seeking May)
It is May, sun and rain alternating, hot and cold days. The birches stand in their youthful, sweetest and most beautiful greenery. Fruit trees bloom and spread their seeds in the wind. You start the day with an allergy … Fortsätt läsa
Breast cancer as a personal experience (II)
In English below ; Jag blev aldrig rädd när jag diagnostiserades med cancer. Jag fick aldrig en kris. Jag upplevde aldrig att min kropp svek mig. Det kändes aldrig som att falla genom ett stort svart hål, … Fortsätt läsa
Now it will be Spring
In English below the Swedish verses Mosade och tillplattade ligger våra drömmar framför våra fötter, de duger inte ens att ha på vegomackan, än mindre att kompostera. Smältvatten porlar ned i gatubrunnarna och vinterns grusande drivor snubblar under våra … Fortsätt läsa
One day life will be beautiful
(All the sadly felled forests in the past, you view them as the harmed life that became yours. And these memories weigh you down and paralyze your life force. But you cannot live like that!) One day life will … Fortsätt läsa
Cancer and Corona (Swedish view)
You lose your hair getting your cancer treated you age ten years your bowels do not work your skin fails and your nails may fall off you wake up with nausea and … Fortsätt läsa
Pandemic winter
Pandemisk vinter Ett tigande hyreshus Och långt mellan oss Pandemic winter Silent apartment building And far between us Pulsar genom snön, håller avståndet i kön försjunken i drömmar I trudge through the snow I keep my distance in the queue … Fortsätt läsa
January snow, heavy boots (Old age 3)
Chilly but giving a lot of light, the snow creaking under the soles of my heavy boots. Don’t we all welcome the returning light in January, multiplied in the reflecting snow drifts? Yes, we do, old as well as … Fortsätt läsa
Thinking about getting colored pencils
Last Sunday down in town it rained nasty. Monday next, I stayed indoors. The sun was shining. Chilly, I assumed. It will be even colder before winter is over and gone and a warmer season returns. See bare trees. … Fortsätt läsa
Not much Joe Biden will be able to do
Not much Joe Biden will be able to do. Unite what is divided may not be done. But to sow seeds of hatred will decrease and precious plants of respect for equal rights of others’ views will visibly grow. … Fortsätt läsa
I was young at a time when…
In English below Jag var ung i en tid när man kunde sätta tiden på sitt armbandsur efter tåget, varje avgång exakt på minuten. Jag var ung i en tid när ”tiden” var lika förutsägbar som ett brev på … Fortsätt läsa
I may have cancer but at least I’m not a horse called Otto
texten omstruktured 24 juli 2020 I may have cancer but I am not born and not living in Yemen. I may have cancer and I certainly have arthritis but I’m not a horse called Otto, sold and returned, over … Fortsätt läsa
Harsh wind, some reflections
The rain ended and the summer heat came but the harsh wind has stayed. And it is hard-bitten merciless. My balcony plants looks like terrified puppies. My mother heart aches for little ones. I’m worn out from … Fortsätt läsa
Neither for nor against (The Swedish approach)
In English below I Jag är inte med dig, jag är inte mot dig jag är mittemellan dig och alla, intryckt nedtryckt under din höjda arm, näsan begravd i din armhåla, du stinker: byt deodorant! Eller: håll avståndet. II Sluta … Fortsätt läsa
Lady Corona coughs in the elevator!
Once, a very long time ago, I was married to a Latin American. I left him when my son was 6 months. The son grew up without a father and in Swedish culture, but is defined in the statistics … Fortsätt läsa
Ramadan in the Nordic light is a tricky story
In English below Ramadan i Sverige är en kinkig historia, vilken tur att den infaller under våren detta år, då kan man be 20.30 och äta fort som (…) för att sedan slumra halvannan timme, äta och be igen. Så … Fortsätt läsa
Rain in May and potting soil
(In English below) Jag tänkte gå ut och köpa något (Microlax, toalettpapper och blomjord) Men det regnar idag (också), bra för grönskan och jag kan vänta med att gå ut nån dag till, det kan inte regna för evigt heller! … Fortsätt läsa
Moses Tegnell med sin stafettpinne leder svenska folket genom Corona-pestens ökenlandskap
Moses Tegnell with his baton leads the Swedish people through the desert landscape of the Corona plague De rör sig ur dunkla dis, de sågs aldrig komma I fängelser utan dörrar, tror vi att vi ska överleva… De dirigerar förlusterna … Fortsätt läsa
Medelklassens hastiga uppvaknande (What is ”normal” and to whom?)
Read this post in English here below Jag läser om morgonen en krönika i en morgontidning om att vi aldrig ”efter detta” (pandemin!) kan gå tillbaka till det ”normala”. Det vill säga förgifta jorden. Äga förmågan att uppleva vad som … Fortsätt läsa
I have decided to be happy!
I turn 71 in April and I may reach 75 – or 74, but that would be too sad short to imagine. I hope to be at least 85 and still be movable. Let’s say I’ll have 15 years left, … 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
Love torn apart
I wanted your love to be my shelter, a comfort zone, a mine for golden joy to give strength as I’m struggling every month to keep my head above the water having hard times. You … Fortsätt läsa
”If the people go hungry, they will eat their rulers”
Your destiny in the orange envelope I I want something new, I need something new, I want something else. And I surely don’t want the living conditions I have. II Lack of freedom and poverty is to not … Fortsätt läsa
The desires of the beloved
I imagining having you here with me, touching your naked body unlimited. This even though I, also in the mere thought, shy away from same intimacy from you. Why is obscure, but clearly I cannot talk with you about my … Fortsätt läsa
Let it be a motto for 2020: ”Every sardine has the right to exist”
”The Sardines movement (Italian: movimento delle sardine), also known as Sardines against Salvini (sardine contro Salvini),is a grassroots political movement, which began in Italy in November 2019.The movement organized an ongoing series of peaceful demonstrations to protest against the right-wing … Fortsätt läsa
Jag trivs bäst bak låsta dörrar med 7tillhållarlås (travesti på Ulf Lundell, Öppna landskap)
“Öppna landskap” (Open landscapes) is a ballad by the Swedish rock icon and author Ulf Lundell. The song is often sung and well known to Swedes, sometimes called “The unofficial Swedish Anthem”. It was released in 1982 but the Swedish … Fortsätt läsa
One-man riot
There are riots in Hong Kong, there are riots in Paris and in Barcelona. There are riots in Bagdad and the cities around in Iraq as well as in cities in Iran as Tehran and around in the country, tell … Fortsätt läsa
Carrie Lam says ”I am”
Carrie Lam says ”I am” and the students at Hong Kong Polytechnic University says ”We are” – and they are so far. Who Carrie Lam decides to be, will be a line in the historybook and the face she will … 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
The grief in the tiger’s eyes
The grief in the tiger’s eyes, it reaches down the bottom of my soul, it’s I in the hidden. In a cage, starved and deprived its dignity the tiger looks beyond you as it has learned humans aren’t human and … Fortsätt läsa
Ice cream dreams (the end of the road)
It was down minus 25C in Nikkaluokta last night, that would be alike minus 77 Fahrenheit in USA. There I am it’s only +3C and to me that’s far too freezing cold. I have never been in Nikkaluokta, even … Fortsätt läsa
Good morning world and hello my lousy life!
I say “Good morning world and hello my lousy life!” Waking up in morning is not my favorite moment. Firstly, I am still me. But ”me” first thing in the morning is really not me but my invisibilized lower-class life. … Fortsätt läsa
100 years after him
100 years after him I will be no longer! Nor the memory of what never became. 100 years and he will not be either. His dreams for sale; my words remains like lost birds, scattered in the sky. It’s over. … Fortsätt läsa
The weed in my garden of love (thistle love)
I met a guy and I loved him but he never knew my love because he only knew the love he claimed he had for me. It was all about his feelings and never about mine. He never knew how … Fortsätt läsa
I never knew him
I never knew him in the flesh I withdrew for safety reasons He expected too much of me He made me his guiding light Now he rests behind my eyes I have to live with this a while Shame … Fortsätt läsa
Wisdom Wells
(translated from Swedish) When summer so sleeps its last rest, the fall flames as fire yet chilly. Then the young hero comes to the Nordic regions to find his Crone, she the wise … Fortsätt läsa
Three times, three roses
Lars Forssell (Swedish poet) (1928–2007) Odysseus på Ithaca (from the Swedish poetry collection Telegram, 1957). In the Greek tale, the hero is captured on the island Ogygia by the beautiful nymph Calypso who seduces him with her love and songs. But … 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
I met him on the internet
I met him on the internet, and that is something I will always regret. He had pics of sparkling eyes, a lovely smile. Charmed, I was thinking I will chat for a while. But soon … Fortsätt läsa
She wants him differently and he wants her as she should be
She’s his first love, he told her. He is a pain in her ass but she can’t tell him and thereof she feels like she’s a burning bush in a blinded desert. … Fortsätt läsa
Aubergine (eggplant)
I like to read. Not as much as when I was a child and a youngster and wanted to escape the lonely feeling of being an outsider in the world, but still today – … 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
An angry man
An angry man stands at the corner waiting for me; his arms crossed over his chest. ”I’m ashamed of you” was the last he said to me. But his English is not good … 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
And Sam said
And Sam said ”Lady, you shot me” and he fell back and hasty he bled to death, still in his 30s. Soon 70, I walk my way slow and oldish as life and people have hurt me hard but … Fortsätt läsa
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