Kategoriarkiv: words
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
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
Old and battered
I’m so old and battered in my soul and body by people and events and sicknesses, never a day without pains, some days more than unbearable, I see only two ways to go to become free and find joy, … 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
A Monday morning among others
En måndagsmorgon bland alla andra Katten har skitit i badrummet dörren står vidöppen mot vardagsrummet och det stinker men min näsa är bortvänd och doppad i en litteraturrecension i en dagstidning online men svenskheten … Fortsätt läsa
Fatigue
My words have left me. I feel my body strained beyond its limits. And my mind has got enough and turns away. No more demands on me now. UTMATTNING Mina ord har lämnat mig. Jag känner kroppen, ansträngd … Fortsätt läsa
Pee in my tea (an ordinary day in the middle of the week)
I browsed this morning through a blog written for about 3 – 4 year back in time to last year, a woman writing about getting a treatment of breast cancer. It was with long … 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
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 current historylessness (Dysterkvistar)
Here my bumpy thighs and unnoticed life which still is in progress, yet declining. All I have ever accomplished is aging, now I’m not 30 and depressed anymore, but read the literary reviews: such gloom and pretensions! It get me … 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
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
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
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
I was easy forgotten
I was easy forgotten just piece of a game the One knew words not ever compassion heart split and alone moving on shattered tears hidden in heart smiles cover up pains
Marmalade love
I was as made to be the marmalade on his daily bread, now he seems to has lost his sweet tooth and I’m not yet ready to be left, a single sweetie Then he told: I can feel you … Fortsätt läsa
Heart wrapped in barbed wire
I read your letter, roses sweet with thorns thoroughly hidden in thin silk paper. I grieve your heart wrapped in barbed wire! What you have you don’t want and what you want is far away. … Fortsätt läsa
Are you alone today on Midsummer’s Eve (in Sweden!)
Är du ensam idag på Midsommarafton? Vet då att det är du inte ensam om! Are you alone today at Midsummer’s Eve? Know then, you are not alone about that!
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
Couple talk
My lover thinks it’s better to say ”ok” than to argue. And ”ok” is, according to him, what he say and ”arguing” is, according to him, what I do! It is just too much … Fortsätt läsa
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