Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
Saturday, 14th May 2011 I never told them that if I did not have such a good self-control they’d be long dead already.The guys handling me don’t know anything.I warn them, I am dangerous.They just laugh.Maybe I should be more …
Why being a writer can be so hard at times?When it comes to straight words, like in essays.Maybe just as hard as finding a quiet place in library today. It’s sunny; people should be outside and not spreading their awful …
Sorry I was too lazy to write a little.It’s just that I force myself to read quite often these days and yesterday was anyway…wicked.I woke up at 9 am (the first time this year that I woke up so ”early”), …
I lost something in my deep sigh.Looking through the hole of the bottle, the water is still. Maybe only replaced – not missing!? A phone rings in the library’s silent area – second floor (although they call it level 3) …
O blessed the rainfor the queen returns… Shadow of the ravenpicking a seed-yellow stillfrom a drought black cars passin the pastI fed the sunshinein stead of worshipthe crow Sometimes the world just stops for us – for a moment – …
Dear F Yesterday I found out that silence does not exist.Everything is sound. Every movement ends in sound – not necessarily noise – a frequent stringing together of invisible waves. Time moves on with them. Been reading all week, analysing …
Sitting in the most quiet…and cold…corner of the library, I realize again why I quite enjoy techno and house music now and then…listening to Shaun Baker’s Explode 2. Sometimes my mind forgets what it is like to dance inside and …
Boys with striped shirts and sunglasses…and girls with skirts that are none…yes, a bit like over twenty degrees and the crocuses said good bye.How the sunlight labels you immediately it hits you hard…Thought I might be traveling in June but….today …
I lost the struggle of falling asleep…for an hour I was playing phone games, continued reading my book…the moment after the wife left her husband…The last two days were all foggy. The strange surreal fog-world lets people appear to be …
Rain has no mercy. We leave more footprints than fingerprints on glass.I went to a writing workshop yesterday afternoon and it did upset me so badly. We sat there just to write poems the style we were asked to write. …
