garlic cucumbers

the time is ripe for first garlic cucumbers. my friend Iveta told me this recipe. it works marvellously. 4 kg cucumbers 2 tbsp crushed garlic 200g sugar (12 tbsp) 100g salt (6 tbsp) 1 glass vinegar 9% 1 glass vegetable oil 1 tbsp black pepper cut the cucumbers into quarters lengthwise, then in halves, mix…

a fledgling sparrow

found this one today. too many feathers to sit in the nest. too few to really fly. pity, it would have made a wonderful sparrow one day. mother nature sometimes goes for the smartest, not the fittest, it seems (sigh).

when rain does not choose randomly

rain at 73 degrees deep dark blue of of the foxglove. passer domesticus brown-backed, picking at flies. listen how linden-trees blossom all over this day, this city of too many judgments and fears.

things taken for granted

watching my fav cat play crazily with the blankets, this came to my mind: there are things taken for granted, which are exactly that – granted. just as they are granted, so can they be taken away, or lost. and then i tried to make a list: ability to play ability to be surprised ability…

summer vacation plans

*besides** growing tomatoes, taking care of the cat and some hiking in the forests **in addition to translating two books – The Cattle Express by Tom Crosshill and the Goth Girl and a Fete Worse than Death by Chris Riddell

but outside

it is summer. the brief summer of this country where it is often winter, but most of the time – autumn, even when it is spring. not that i particularly like the sunshine and the heat, and all that…but the trees are green, the birds have lead forth their young and are conceiving another hatch,…

when all else crumbles

this remains. like the breath, like the blood that flows through the veins, like the earth under us and the sky above, and infinitely, untestably more. even when things fall apart, or when church happens to one, even then Christ is not far. he is actually very, very near. because church happened to him, too.…

concerning some events that make the mundane miraculous

in a world defined by haste and general conformity, be it thinking, fashion or self-expression, it is very important to have someone who sees the unusual in one. alone, we are usual. alone, we do not think much of what we are and how we are. or, maybe we think too much. it is in the…

the empty graves

“but i want to go to your mother’s grave,” she said. “you can come or not, it does not matter,” she added. “but i’d appreciate a navigator.” “i do not see what i’ve forgotten there,” i said. “but ok, i’ll go.” and so we went. the day was bright and sunny, the road characteristically abysmal,…

when barley fields are grizzly with green

the sun runs in patches, and clouds heap higher and higher, bleaching as they reach something closer to heaven. the redstart chirps, as his fledgling offspring try out the air and swish their tails, crimson on grey, mouths wide open. and the wind goes in waves, and again, luring the spikelets aside, to reveal the…

when dreams flock

and so my subconscious made fun of me again. going to some weird inoculation against what they called ‘summer disease’ (in a very strange place, and i had forgotten my ID and thus the whole thing failed), i happened to get to a teacher’s congress. where the teachers were dressed like mediaeval dignitaries and some –…

something one should read/feel/live

o title деться некуда, незачем, а может быть | bleak verse. o title nowhere to go, and why on earth, and is there time; the light romping on window-sill since the early bird morning, where are you now, and who is impossible to find or to know, it is the same as to walk out…

kad dzirkstele aizlec

turpat pie celiņa, it kā aizmidzis, zālīti apsedzies, kaķīts atlaidies; pelēka vilniņa, viss melnās strīpiņās, dzeltena pakakle, pusviru actiņas- guļ kā tāds plausītis. zīlīte atnāca, zvirbulīts pieleca, ne ķepa nekustas; tepat viņš staigāja, draudziņu meklēja, murrāt murrāja, cilvēku gaidīja; rītiņa agrumā apstājās sirsniņa, mauriņa lizdiņā, kaķentiņš aizmiga.

the titans of song

spent the last night and part of today watching/listening to the choir competition before the song and dance festival (No25, in 140 years). the recorded versions are accessible here and this is something totally maddening in scale and beauty. the music, the singers, the conductors, the intensity, the pure craziness of song wars. i do not…

four more nebula books

some time ago, i decided to read through all the books that have been awarded the nebula – which is a high honour in the sci-fi world. now, there are four books left. i have had an exciting journey through perceptions and worlds, and humanity. i almost feel like the protagonist of joe haldeman’s camouflage…someone watching…

lost in translation

greetings, all. i hereby announce that i am not at home, and not in the internet, and not somewhere else. i am lost in translation of the goth girl and the ghost of a mouse the fun is fascinating. i still cannot walk about too much, so no harm done. ah yes. i like the…

roses and tomatoes

roses are green and red, and yellow, and orange. tomatoes are green and red and yellow and orange. roses smell nice. tomatoes smell nice. now, how come, we do not put tomatoes in a vase, and do not eat roses for salad? ======================================= my dead mother inhabits my dreams, mutely disappearing at the most odd…

eventfully

so, here i am, reclining in my bed after a day of, well, let us call them events. having checked essays and other student not-so-creative writing till 2 AM, i got up at 7:30, did some hectic running about the house and breakfasting, and then got to the shower at about 8. and then i…

the cicada and god

the cicada does not care about the years down underground for those three months of play and an exit, and another world, creation and death – all in one. his song transcends his night and day, weather and sunshine alike, spicing up the moments before all will be covered in browns and reds, and cold…

done and done

so, as of today, i have changed my habitat. i will live in the congregation house of my church. all the things have been moved. the place looks a little crowded by the white sacks containing books, but i will sort that out in time, same as my personal belongings and materials for the crafts.…

flying with silences

i look to the night moth when the wind waits patiently in the susurrus of leaves to borrow the silence of wings that carries me back and onwards, into the sigh of memories, moments, remembrances, shared shards of a life and experience that are lost irreversibly. under the cover of midnight green i will put…

surprises

and so i get up today, and get out of my place, and come back, and kinda wonder why my right hand is feeling somewhat odd. and then i look at the palm, and there’s this huge bruise, right in the middle. honestly, when i went to bed last night, there was none, and i…

an annual event of colour discrimination

so, the time is ripe for fried green tomatoes. thus, the conversation in the local farmers’ market: — excuse me, are those green tomatoes? — these are green tomatoes. did you want tomatoes that are green, or green tomatoes? — i wanted green tomatoes, not tomatoes that are green. — these are green red tomatoes,…

changes

this month will have changes in it. i am changing my habitat to the more urban Sarkandaugava. i am sorry for the birds, i’ll miss them, and i’m sure they’ll miss me i am not sorry for the people of the flat i rented the room in. let them [eat] drink and [make merry] fight,…