Victorian Way
There are voices in life that you cannot forget. They appear in moments you may find strange or disturbing. Another death, another writer passing on his secrets in philosophy. There is a Victorian way of thinking in me. Half moon. …
Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
There are voices in life that you cannot forget. They appear in moments you may find strange or disturbing. Another death, another writer passing on his secrets in philosophy. There is a Victorian way of thinking in me. Half moon. …
I have done well. I toyed with Jung while Freud was watching from a distance. He (or rather it) needs a more schematic approach. Not only on Mondays.I began to write again. Poetry… without convention but surely with a concept …
My dreams in the new year possess a fresh colour. A new shade of existentialism shapes my mind. Forever. And then I started another book, reading.We progress very slowly, towards the ever ridiculous. Night wakes me up to tell of …
It shall bug me for a long time… that I couldn’t do as I pleased… and as I really wanted to. In the early afternoon, I was high on coffee and sun hormones and there was a surprise for me …
Hell in North America literally froze and it seems Mein Kampf sells best as an e-book – who could resist it for 99p – or are you frightened of what the stranger sitting next to you on the bus would …
She barely says a word in the car. Only five minutes earlier she ran around with two different coloured plastic mugs. Sedated and still she bears with truly caring hugs from nurses.I haven’t seen her smile for years now. That’s …
Last night I dreamed of silk and floods… tonight it’s raining and I leave the window open… to hear the water running down the roof tiles. Despite a small glass of whiskey I was up early in the morning…
Lovesick on Christmas eve?… HmmmThey sell these fantastic little tin boxes with lip balm here, tasting like Coca Cola, Fanta or Sprite.Mine are still swollen from the weekend, for the rest I look out the window on the second floor. …
Christmas Chocolate homemade… Strawberry flavour… yummy …and the last of the biscuits
Really only I could fall asleep an hour into ‘Psychopath Night’ on channel4 yesterday. To be fair it was late and my headaches got worse by the minute, yet when I was in bed I listened to the wind coming …