(marginalia vitae)
one feather fluttered, weightless to the basement of the world the unnoticed looked at the non-existent, to- gether they gathered the fluff without containers the bird of heaven warped in the cold shrugged and flew on another down feather precipitated, carried by wind and gravity down, a-down, a-downity-down to the invisible people at the basement […]
Read More Nineteenthere is the russian saying (at least my mother said it was a russian proverb, but the russians say it is a proverb of sb else further east) – the crow calls her little crow chick the whitest, the mother-hedgehog calls her pup hedgehog the softest. and is it not the same with religions? nobody […]
Read More the bit about why all religions are the only onesbbc horizon: what is reality the most mysterious rule of reality: the fact that the quantum bits stop doing two things at once as soon as they are observed; the quantumness of reality is apparently very sensitive. so, folks, do not observe those who try doing two things at once. you will lose the job […]
Read More this made me smilethe fewer of us, the more of family graves we inherit. the more of graves, the less time to our life. the less time, the more of running. the more of running, the more graves.
Read More proportionsand then my father said (to the world at large) – she did not go to the funeral of my best man (by she meaning me). and then i thought, why should i. the people on my father’s side of the family have spent minimum 30 years trying to alienate me from the relatives on […]
Read More funerals one missesi saw the moon mirrored in a puddle i looked closer i fell through the grass was electric blue, the light was pink, the sky – liquid green. the ground went diagonally up – or down, and it did not matter much. and the hattivatti danced to the song of the moonlight. and thus i […]
Read More this might have happened in a distant universe (and probably is quantum)dear god, i am only a poet in a world of too many words. thank you for listening to my silences. faithfully yours, me Posted by Wordmobi
Read More a letterhow come that people use questions like “how is [person’s name here]?” without actually wanting to hear the answer, to relate to the subject? has this, too, become an empty phrase in english – like “how are you?” and “take care”, and “i’m afraid, i’m busy”? if you ask me, it is better to indicate […]
Read More empty subroutines… [22:39:00] /me: (bootfly) [22:39:15] E.Z.: (facepalm) [22:40:13] /me: (throwfish) [22:41:05] E.Z.: (takeanevasiveactionregardinallthrownobjects) [22:42:11] /me: (wallintheway) [22:42:41] E.Z.: (hittrollwithanaxe) [22:42:58] /me: (dropbricksrightonhead) [22:43:15] E.Z.: (putbucketonhead) [22:45:18 /me: (slidebrickstothebottom) [22:46:03] E.Z.: (shoutthisisspartanotsomekindoftetris) [22:46:24] /me: (buckettetris) …
Read More skype smileys that should have been there but were not, what a pityhave you noticed how the original world gets smaller when one returns from either far away or long time no see? the world of my home has diminished even unto a snowball in bonfire. but i will think of that tomorrow. today i will meditate on how things shrink. how the once important people suddenly […]
Read More how things shrink’tis autumn. the joys and sorrows of summer slowly pass into oblivion. my head full of handel’s concertos, i stand in the wind among debri of leaves and raindrops. time to remember, time to forget. and suddenly i am aware again, of what it is i remember. and what i forget. i remember books. addresses- […]
Read More mistakes un-correctablei am trying to write this in the hope that i will write the feeling off. it sometimes happens. maybe this will allow me to clarify – or at least name – the images and notions, so that a rational decision could be reached. i call it the feeling in my bones. because this is […]
Read More the feeling in my bonesThere is this old Sufi legend about water. There lived a prophet predicted that at some point all water in the land would dry up. And then new water would come in its place, but whoever drank of it would lose their reason. The prophet called to people to gather water so they would survive, […]
Read More MadnessSore throat, sore mind. It is amazing how early and how dark it gets when one longs for light. I think too much of politics and programming, too little of feelings and life in its unpredictability. Lets say- I an happy to be so…mundane, down-to-earth etc. This only proves that I am of Neptune, the […]
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