watching films and people use gravestones (graves) as the point of focus (or reference) of talking to their loved ones who have passed on, i wonder: why go to the places of decomposed bodies to talk to one’s loved… do not people carry them inside themselves, always, ever? AdvertisementsRead More that bit about where we keep our dead loved ones
the scarce clouds obscuring the moon bleed the finest grade snow. and the sleepless eye watches diamond dust settle over a nightly world of asphalt, brick and fallen leaves. the golden and the white become confused, and the silvery light cuts wide shafts against the rising mist; the dead walk through the present, carrying their […]Read More layered non-sleep with elements of transcendence
and so, the dead have been invading my dreams the whole past weeks. the birds have tried to break into my room. it will snow soon. and i think of this song: for no apparent reason, of course.Read More a day full of waiting for the snow
i like graveyards. i really do. i like the concept of the dead being dead in a solidarity that surpasses any union the living can ever muster. graveyards are the only place in this country that grow. where people return from wherever they have been, to die, to be buried in. i can say i […]Read More graveyards
today, at some point, holding my frame together with sheer willpower, trying to be sociable and coherent, i suddenly realised that all i really wanted, even longed for, was controllable levels of pain . nothing fancy, just that. gee, are my standards deteriorating and ideals imploding. Posted by WordmobiRead More lvls
in the face of death, all our little games lose sense. it is the ars moriendi in our parts, to talk of passing on like it were a trip to somewhere else. ‘if something happens, you know who to call. because they will know where the death-clothes are. and the money is..there. and i am […]Read More i, too want to be out cold drunk and have no responsibility, but i apparently cannot
Isa 35:2-5 There [in the blossoming desert land] the Lord will display his glory, the splendour of our God. With this news, strengthen those who have tired hands, and encourage those who have weak knees. Say to those with fearful hearts, “Be strong, and do not fear, for your God is coming to destroy your […]Read More i remain, to witness that desert is only a season, and thus – passing
from the student works: then the police asked man: “did you saw the unicorn?” and man answered that he didn’t saw a unicorn. so this is why there are no unicorns left. someone just sawed them. the next saw film, maybe, should be about sawing unicorns?Read More what to do with unicorns
Imants Ziedonis. Epifānijas. 1978. this is my contribution to this time of traditional latvian whatever they think is proper to do in the graveyards. a translation with some elements of adaptation, on the revelation of then and there, which somehow also is here and now. epiphanies rule. ================= Sometimes I feel graveyards need a reform. […]Read More Ziedonis and graveyard reform
i finally got it. now it seems so logical, really, how come i did not think of this earlier. you see, i’m an incorrigible carnivore. and this is because of all that karma i have gathered in all those previous lives. now by eating meat i head straight for that rainworm status is due to […]Read More karma
maybe i should introduce a tag here, entitled ‘ephemeral’. for brothers. for things that just do not seem to last. no, i am not angry or anything, no. just…that feeling of inability to protect and save, to put things right, which is my duty. my remaining bro is in a hospital in the middle of […]Read More ephemeral
in my dream, there were two snakes. one was a grass-snake, long and domesticated, openly snaking through the room. the other was a very small and multicoloured but extremely poisonous little worm, trying to jump up to a place they could bite me. they failed, and fell on the floor, and escaped my boot numerous […]Read More strange
i have transferred all my more-or-less published pages to this one place. here. (see the tabs on the top) and yet nothing becomes clearer. my life looks like a mess. and probably will stay that way till the judgement day. (which can be postponed only, not avoided) on the one hand, i want that day […]Read More a formal complaint about the judgement day never being on time or where one needs it
suddenly got this urge to google the word kryptonite, just to see what i get. and i got, in wikipedia, a whole list of different types of the stuff that never existed. so many ways to kill supermen, poison them, blow them up and so on. i like it. there are so many ways we […]Read More kryptonite
the more one strives to learn of their enemy, the more one understands them. and at the moment of full understanding the enemy, one understands that they love them. and at the moment of fully understanding the love for one’s enemy – one kills them. so simple.Read More enemy
The dead walk in my dreams. This means there will be snow. Actually, there is snow, the ground is white, hence the dead in my dreams. And, yes. In dreams, one can talk to the long dead relatives, and happily coexist (thats the difference from real life). We walked somewhere with the kid. Talked, even. […]Read More snow enters my dreams
yesterday, the police called, to say that they had started an investigation into my brother’s death. it took them only 3 years to start. i thought i had buried it all. i thought it was all over. but it was not. why the hell does it hurt like that.Read More police
ievas zied. vai no tam aukstums? mans es noslēpies ievu smaržā, apreibis, nelien laukā. tikai tāds aukstums nez no kurienes, un sapņos es jau kuŗo reizi vācu gabalus un lieku kopā sava brāļa līķi. un nekas neizdodas, nekas nesanāk, viss vienmēr paliek nepabeidzams, un asiņu garša mutē. kad saule un ievas, un ābeles zied, […]Read More ievas
Но из моря информации, В котором мы тонем, Единственный выход – это саморазрушенье; The only way out of this sea of information we keep drowning in is self-destruction I was listening to Aquarium at some point, and then this fragment hit me. It most certainly answers some of the weird questions about the post-post-moderns. self-destruction […]Read More A strange answer
Thus, I must be going mad. As soon as I will be mad, I will be free. Or maybe not. I asked the quiz galaxy, when that freedom would come. I received this answer. Death would be another adventure. Unfortunately, life prevents me from it. The Picto-Personality Test You are a person who is very […]Read More tell me. really.
It is another night of waking memories. I remember. I think soon I will hate this word Re-member. Make it happen again, in one’s mind. See it again, in some sort of inerasable mirror, distorted, yet somewhat true. Assemble anew; feel something you hoped was gone. Re-mem-ber. Clench your teeth and face it. I remember. […]Read More Memories.
Come, dance with me, Quoth Death, I will teach thee This Will be Easy. I made him A cuppa. I Broke bread for him, Buttered it, and proffered: No one should dance hungry. Come, this is a Waltz, Quoth Death, One-two-three, One-two-three, One… It will be slow And becoming. I made him New shoes. I […]Read More Even when dance is only a metaphor.
Today the city sky was unnatural spring blue. White clouds ran thru the windy firmament, looking like young lambs on a tirquise meadow. [how banal this text does sound, with the trite metaphors and all that] I like latvians. Especially their preparations for festivals. And, most of all – their necrofiliac behaviour during the festivals. […]Read More Looking at the stars