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Under the binary star Of I-love-you // you-do-not-exist, grass grew unchecked, disturbed within the confines of all those colours. The little wooden man sat At a rock scored by the wind, and grass rose high and waved wildly above like an eternal hand. Between the now and tomorrow White leaves flourished, rustling as steps advanced […]
Read More BurningAs the river ripens Towards the inexhaustible sea, Bridges flow backwards, Up-stream. Bent backs shining forth Risen above the rain-punctured, Leaf-besplattered waters, They unite In a heroic attempt To conquer the time and go Spawn more of their kind To show off. The river breathes a cold Misty blast The constructions dive and appear Like […]
Read More in the mists of autumn, bridges show their real natureThere! A nuthatch flourishes Like something exotic High above the brown and the black of the trees. His song is thrilled About small worms and big challenges: To feed. To be warm. To seek Life above all things. Blue, grey and nicely orange, Sing, sing and cling To the branch upside down — Dive deep […]
Read More exotically greyThey stole my birthdays Buried, unearthed, blind In the ripped sod, they Lied to everyone. So important The whole world stopped To pick them up. When the light is just so, And a whiff of wood- smoke is not scattered Among the leaves about to die, They come back to haunt me, Raw, dirt-covered and […]
Read More potato remembrancesAs stones sit In the dusty autumn grass, I can see them grow, Give birth to stars. Once a volcano’s heart, They crystallised, And broke and went Out to be quarried. Now they catch Onto the sun’s heat and joy With freshly-cut prisms And inlets of quartz. Transparent, ready to jump At the first inkling […]
Read More star-sharpened stonesRudens kā rudens; Rudenām šķipsnām Iešalcas lapas Zaļganām maliņām — Čukstu čauksti sabirst Pelēkā zālē. Saule neizbalē, Tā pārzied Dzeltenās kļavās, tā Sabirzt piecstūŗa plēksnēs Un aizplakš mums garām. Rudens kā rudens, Oranžām malām Zilu dūmaku tālumā.
Read More Rudens kā rudensA good song. Pity for the pictures, they are a little bit off the intensity of the lyrics. It is hard for me to imagine the neverdying flame as sth pale blue, pinkish or whatever the pictures suggest.
Read More It were my soul’s desire to see the face of GodI love you. You make the leaves Glow yellow in the lamplight Whilst all the city hastens From work, and towards home and death That doth us part. I love you. You attach Five-pointed flattened gems To shine under the light- polluted sky above us all So dark and distant. I love you. You stop […]
Read More to Him of the hosts of heavenHe is unique, like all of us, He also is oblivious Of all those things that make Connections among them people. He wears his spikes somewhat proudly, His claws are sharp And rather tidy, His face is long, but not with scorn. His step is careful among the ants, He digs, and excavates, and pants […]
Read More To a virtual echidna, upon turning his picture out so a class could write a short essayStanding under the yellow maples in October rain Is like standing inside the sun — only cold, but the light is there; The rain splatters, the leatherly leaves crackle and sing, And depart like little comets melting nowhere; The grey of the sky becomes less low and oppressed As if the leaves filtered out All that is dim […]
Read More droplets of sunThe Latvian National Opera strikes again. Opera consists of so many things. The getting-to. The Audience. The Dark Silence whilst the orchestra plays the overture. This time someone had taken the audience in consideration and showed little Roman numbers of the actual Acts of the play up front so people could follow the major themes […]
Read More Thoughts on ‘The Flying Dutchman’ as Sung in the LNO on 30 September 2018Today’s presentations by mathematicians. This was lovely, so inspiring.
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