little by little

the world leaves us

a long goodbye

so slow

we don't even notice

until very late

in this rite

of passing

our role

31.03.2014

let the morning light

lift you up

from the night's

abyssal trench

into life

the crisp cold air

fill your aching lungs

after the dusty hours

entombed

in the dark rooms

where the mind dwells

fed on memories

now make new memories

to hold as a flickering candle

when the world turns

gives you back

to the black

31.03.2014

words paint dreams

on the world

desperate

to come true

the days

the rain

the wind

the snow

the tears

wash them away

but someone

always

paints them again

with sorrow and hope

in their mind

29.03.2014

moments when the world turns

for you

feel like that they are all one

a vibrating cosmic string

and life

formed around one

changing to it's vibrations

a unity to all these moments

when nothing is ever same afterwards

29.03.2014

the quick passing of the reborn winter

under gray clouds

snow melting

the winter came back

and now it goes

away 

down the hill

in little streams

21.03.2014

The Golden

In memory of Lucius Shepard(21.08.1943-18.03.2014)

Came in from among the melting snow,

sat on front of the computer,

read from the Locus Online

that Lucius Shepard was dead.

So many books

but one above all,

the one I didn't like when I read it

so many years ago.

The Golden.

The last book my mother ever read.

Now it's a Holy Book.

21.03.2014

Ennui

One of those evenings

turned into night

when it would be a blessing

to slip

into the deeper night.

21.03.2014

Giving up the fight

Winter has returned,

snow in the darkness of the night

is ankle-deep

and I have an urge

to make a snowball

and throw it,

but I have grown old and weary,

the time of following urges

and making gestures is over,

I have thrown my snowballs.

The night shall reign undisturbed.

21.03.2014

Contre Alain Robbe-Grillet(1922-2008)

Do not fool yourself -

the sins of others

won't diminish your sins

and thoughts

can condemn as well

as action.

Purity is

purity of action

and thought.

It thrives in

knowledge

as much as in

innocence.

Sin is self-corruption,

giving up. Deciding

to give up.

Surrendering.

The Fathers of the Church

knew it well,

the old reprobates.

21.03.2014

State of Grace and Fall

A person who thinks only good
is not good as a result of his thoughts,

a person who does only good

is not good as a result of her actions.

You need both action and thought

to be good.

A person who thinks

or does things

that harm others

doesn't need

the unity of action and thought

to be evil.

Either alone is enough.

21.03.2014

Scarlett Johansson

Some people believe

that evil will last forever

and side with it

as a result.

21.03.2014

Sunlight on snow

on an early morning

gold

dark blue

as we reach

the shadows

Whiteness

20.03.2014

the dead cities of syria

it is the same

the name changes

the reality

of broken urban landscape remains

ruins as far as the eye can see

a monstrous hand of war

guided by man

struck

and the city

was shattered

broken

a shell

the dead cities of syria

the byzantine ones

and the baath ones

the old and the new

former

sheltering the survivors

the orphans

of the latter

10.03.2014

never forgive yourself

it quickly

becomes a bad habit

09.03.2014

the night came

among the stars

bright jupiter

its galilean moons dancing

around the old

catcher of comets

09.03.2014

climate change

the spring comes

a fresh cool wind

warm sunshine

far too early

a kiss of death

the beautiful spring

09.03.2014

self-hating son of a lace factory worker

self-hating working class man d. h. lawrence

you're one of the proletariat,

do you hear me

among the dead -

for as long as you a read and remembered

you will never rank among

the elite

not even the mere bourgeois

no with that face of an english miner

you are forever one of us

one of us

one of the proletariat

09.03.2014

D. H. Lawrence 2

If I had my way, I would build a lethal chamber as big as the Crystal Palace, with a military band playing softly, and a Cinematograph working brightly; then I'd go out in the back streets and main streets and bring them in, all the sick, the halt, and the maimed; I would lead them gently, and they would smile me a weary thanks; and the band would softly bubble out the "Hallelujah Chorus"

D. H. Lawrence(1885-1930)

Son of a miner and a lace factory worker

desperate to be accepted by the elite

fucking an aristocrat not being enough

being published of no importance

he wanted to get rid of

the working class

by killing it

so to be free

of what he was

a working class man

09.03.2014

last light

on the far fields

the brown grass

of last year

golden

09.03.2014

red horizon

sun descends

the shadows gather

merging

gently

the night weaves

its web

evening

dons the garb

of stars

09.03.2014

la famille daudet

ironic how

only the bad traits

of the progenitor

were passed on

somebody

could write a novel

or a series of novels

about it

but it would

take a zola

to do it

not a daudet

06.03.2014

marcel proust(1871-1922)

a parasite is

a great witness

to the sickness

of the host

the stories

it can tell

of it's ill

host!

no part

of the body

escaping the

sickness

the veneer

of health

just a facade

for withered

the host is ill

it must die

this even the

parasite saw

06.03.2014