Kategoriarkiv: writing
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
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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
August rains but doesn’t cry any tears
August is supposed to be a summer month, at least here there I live. But this year autumn seems to come early. And since it’s raining day after day, the sky is so much darken blue and cloudy that … 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
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
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
I will see coltsfoot flower this year too
I have been sitting at my desk today for hours waiting for the blessed words to come to me. But my words seems to have ran out through my door with him who said he … Fortsätt läsa
A real life that’s not poetry
Now last he told he’ll be out of work once again and it annoyed me a lot, as it’s like he lives from one day to another, having no plan that includes me in a future, but … Fortsätt läsa
Moving, still steady
I’ve lived in this house for ten years but for the last years I’ve mostly been online, it all while I tried to shake off my feelings of wearing a cooling suit of loneliness and desolation. Solitude has for long … Fortsätt läsa
Now we got July
The summer heat holds you by the throat and presses you against its white endless walls. The days floats away unwritten and at night you are kept awake worried in your bed’s twisted, sweaty sheets. So my friend, now we … Fortsätt läsa
An eloquent man
He once began as an eloquent young man with very little to say. What people liked then and still like with his novels is hard to say. But even if his admirers normally are no bookworms, they seems able to … Fortsätt läsa
The lure is the same
It may be a strange thing to live daily within another language as I do. I mostly even think in English and not in my native language, Swedish. So I feel comfortable and homey with … Fortsätt läsa
Rotten eggs (the cracking of a Culture Elite)
From the nicest chambers came odors as of rotten eggs from a window forgotten ajar. Then surprisingly a compost bag was thrown out and exposed to street people, but only for scandalous purposes. And so, sudden all windows wide open, … Fortsätt läsa
On Friday 13, the last pig goes to slaughter
Today, it is neck tie blouse day in Sweden, for Ministers as well as common people in support for Sara Danius, yesterday kicked head leader for the Swedish Academy. Left: ”Den sista grisen” … Fortsätt läsa
Spring, and I felt like a tapped maple tree
Spring and I felt like a tapped maple tree (after the bloating). Spring said last week ”I’m coming”, but I felt lowered like a tapped maple tree (past two weeks of poor bloating). The nights are still cold and therefore … Fortsätt läsa
Some call it juice others call it blues
That life is lemons is common knowledge and what you make out of it some people call juice, others call blues. Now – juice need sweetness to be drinkable, but the blues can’t be sweeter than it is in itself. … Fortsätt läsa
Sweden today
At the Sweden’s most northerly point, called Three-Country Cairn, the sun will never raise from today, the first of December. This will be for about 2 weeks. Then the same phenomenon will appears at Sweden’s northernmost city Kiruna. It is … Fortsätt läsa
What makes you happy, some notes about how to interpret lyrics and poetry
When you are young you brag with knowing as many tea labels as possible. Or beer brands. And how to drink it. You know best. You brag about how many poets you have read and talk insightful about something in… … Fortsätt läsa
A love story in summary
First you got me miss you Then you got me love you You indeed got me to sing Ending, you got me crying
Bugs (essentials)
The overwhelming amount of testimony (#metoo) that has become to a landslide that so many women and girls throughout the world have suffered all kind of insults from scornful sexist comments (called jokes!), to grabbing and other kind of daily … Fortsätt läsa
The bull in Madrid and the donkey in Barcelona
There seems to be very little of sympathy in Europe for Mr. Puigdemont, the President of Catalonia, and for his efforts to create an independent state. The objections are several by many on different levels, public or private views. It … Fortsätt läsa
Ride the river in my own boat
(Sometimes I’m all mixed up, tottered between longing love and resentment, Paradise in Hell.) Woke up this morning realizing I have opened a line, giving a tool through which he can continue to treat me with his old habitual … Fortsätt läsa
He was twenty and I was eighteen
He was twenty and I was eighteen and he drove a truck on free time to make some money and sometimes when he went for long drives over a weekend I was there with him in the cab. For him … Fortsätt läsa
Log September 2017 The world is politics
I read on a Swedish website today that Spain takes over the Catalan police force in order to prevent the referendum the first of October. I’m not briefed about the relation between Catalonia and Spain to have an opinion about … Fortsätt läsa
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