the artistic licence

this is the time of post-truth. my head does not get around that notion very well. then, of course, should it, once it is the time of emotions. and so after some rumination and deliberation and suchlike, both for the purposes of exercise and clarity, here i am making a short list of what might be […]

Read More the artistic licence

circles

she’ll only forget her children, pale green when the dawn deprives them of sleep. she’ll sing bitter lullabies, an aeternal dirge, primaeval and calling to all that sees light. she will look out when the night is high and all the rotten things flourish. her breath so deep, full of fragments, fragrances, thoughts catching up […]

Read More circles

a star unrepentant

a pale star through the benighted branches blurred by lack of glasses i breathe four point three below zero and blink out of order where the crows sleep secretly black shadows on black, their dreams contagious, simple, crawling with edible garbage in plenty more steps over the brittle dead leaves smell like so many autumns […]

Read More a star unrepentant

frozen

running in circles the little water droplets frozen shoot off rainbows a flash of black, a yellow beak, a hiss among the lilac twigs naked under the sun, the blackbird’s wife follows her vocation and love among rowans the blue and the green of the diamond ice sparkling all across molten snow speak of a […]

Read More frozen

nightly pictures

the smell of lilies creeps out of the old graveyard slowly light thickens in trees and streets and drips heavy like honey from a broken cell breathe deep  each step you take now is autumn

Read More nightly pictures

what students write

one of those moments in a teacher’s life. those moments. when the truth is spoken by the lips of the infants. terrible truth, too. from a student’s paper, analysing translation: He (Newmark, 1988) has categorized cultural words in five groups; words related to: Ecology; Material culture (food, clothes, transport, etc.) Social culture (work and leisure); Organisations, […]

Read More what students write

today’s surprise

i wanted to post about something else. but then this turned up. now i am enjoying some surprisingly decent poetry. quote Then Destiny’s Father, grizzled deathless might, Arose up lordly from his sacred throne- In godly throng yet still a noble sight, This warning message spoke in sombre tone: “To life a new eternal light […]

Read More today’s surprise

trivia

behind the sunglasses you wore your tired eyes; reflections of sparrows mated vehemently across the space of fresh minted sunshine. the wetly-thawed earth was fragrant with emerald moss. starlings chirped darkly, looking for morning worms under the din of the city. i saw you sitting alone, at a crowded bus-stop. the traffic went by unrestrained […]

Read More trivia

what else students say

so, here’s the text-interpretation class, and we are talking about a text that has a metaphor of wine tasting as the coherence device. out of the blue comes a “may i ask an offtopic question?” i say “yes” “you have a cat, right?” “two, rather.” “great, have you ever tasted cat food then? my favourite […]

Read More what else students say

king of the mountain

in this, tha Kat and Iroqua are playing King of the mountain. they do this often, and very quietly. the video is of horrible quality, for which i do not apologise – it is intended to emulate the low quality cat videos all over the internet.

Read More king of the mountain

what students say

so i am sitting in the class, where the students have to prepare and present a news report about anything they found interesting. and so there is this girl reading hers. what i hear, is “scientists have discovered a cloak which they called the curse of the gays…” so i walk up to her to look […]

Read More what students say

rain

it is raining. my Cat: aww, i cannot go outside, there’s water falling on me. me: well, Kat, rain happens. my Cat: (yowls) do something about it! me: …

Read More rain

sometimes post

dear diary,  i know you are not my real diary, because i have no diary, only a scrapbook, and nobody addresses a scrapbook with ‘dear scrapbook’. well, i am rambling. and using my poetic licence to write imaginary things as i imagine them. so, dear diary… sometimes life tastes of dry leaves and burnt cabbage. […]

Read More sometimes post

the taboo words

and so i said – i will die one day, that’s a fact. and my colleagues at work went berserk with ‘shush, don’t say so’ and ‘you do not mean it’, and ‘how can you say so, we must think of living forever’. and i thought – why should i succumb to the cult of […]

Read More the taboo words