Direktlänk till inlägg 18 november 2011
Innan jag blir utskrattad så vill jag bara påpeka att det här knappast ska tas på allvar.
Eller, jo, på ett sätt ÄR det allvar, men ändå inte. Inte precis poesi på någon högre nivå, men det här är
vad jag klarade av att skriva när det var som varmast i somras. Håll till godo:
Contemplating death
like the samurai of old
to find truths of life;
a graveyard picnic
red wine, green moss, grey shadows
peace among the dead
alone with my thoughts
sunlight on old stone crosses;
deep tranquility
As I said in my earlier notes, it has as of today been twenty years since the death of my uncle. Twenty long years of paranoia, fear and though suppressed by endless effort… a certain apprehension. I know in my bones that but for a mir...
My days I spend in loneliness mind-numbing Into this unlife forced by bitter fate Each day´s the same as all the ones before it No fear, no faith nor love or even hate Prime solace found in grapes so sweet, fermented Kind Bacchu...
(Som alltid: copyright C. Landgren 2012 -> ) I woke one Christmas morningand the snow fell mixed with soot,I went outside to try to seewhatever was afootWith my eyes up to the skyI saw the strangest sight;wreathéd in a cloud of steamwas S:t ...
Queer- och Critical TheoryJa, mina vänner, som ni ser håller jag mig inom samma sfär som som i diskussionen runt Asplund och hans strävan att finna betydelsen bakom fenomenen. Här tänker jag dock inte försök ta reda på vad queerteorin betyder, utan ...
I was in a spot of trouble back in 1886flat out broke in ragged clothes and shoes that´d sprung a-leakhaving run afoul of villains full of truly wicked tricksand my days lately turned into an endless hide-and-seek By the Queen condemned "a he...
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