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As 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 rudensStanding 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 2018Let me select, From a list, uninterrupted, A sheet of moonlit rain, Add hail And welcome you to the darker days. The leatherly leaves Have left, unrecovered, Their posts up high And blackbirds Compete with starlings and crows. Untie my eyes So that we see, unchallenged The song of going under, And stay Still amongst […]
Read More underpinnedYou too grow yellow as the sun enters the equinox. The shadows cut sharp against the pale clouds merged with the haze Where the sea breathes Another storm. Your branches lose the whispering weight and turn to silver. Chattering starlings come and throng away whistling an almost wedding song. The seeds have scattered for small […]
Read More to a tree in SeptemberGoT, Season 7, e6 17:43-18:06 Beric Dondarrion: I don’t think it’s our purpose to understand. Except one thing– we’re soldiers. We have to know what we’re fighting for. I’m not fighting so some man or woman I barely know, can sit on a throne made of swords. Jon Snow: So, what are you fighting for? […]
Read More A discussion fit for this day:This was a season almost likeable. The theme of violence, of course, continues stretching and developing. The scenery, all of it, is breathtaking. The detail of the sets is amazing, stunning even. The speakers of Dothraki and Valyrian have learned to speak Dothraki and Valyrian (compared to the initial seasons). The Winter and the Long […]
Read More Game of Thrones, Season 6This book is not for the faint-hearted. It invites and compels the reader to embark on a journey of self-awareness and reconciliation, chunks of unpalatable history, fragments of lives and stories that span decades and continents. Those couple of hundred pages are massive. And in the middle of all that are the dead, separated by […]
Read More Ināra Vērzemneks. Among the living and the dead.Maybe there is hope for the show in terms of maturity. Not the “mature content” maturity, but thoughtfulness, or something less flesh, more spirit maturity. With overdogs dead, underdogs slowly claw to the surface. Many experiences of Winter getting closer and closer, more darkness, swordplay, frozenness and white walkers enter on cue. Jon Snow gets […]
Read More GoT Season 5Darkness, politics and religion unite to deliver a mushy picture. Upside: The filming locations are fabulous. Gorgeous even. The Dragon Queen and lady Sansa start developing into some notable characters. The dwarf Lannister pays his debts, or many of them. Finally, we get rid of prince Joffrey, whose thoughtless violence and evil for the sake […]
Read More GoT Season 4Summary: Nekkidness, violence, more violence and gore. Observations. A mother’s love can sprout incredible cruelty if applied at a certain angle. A mother’s love can kill and kill again. If one side goes zig, the other sometimes zags, sometimes jumps. Women must manipulate as they are not given any heed openly. A nice take on […]
Read More GoT Season 3There comes a time that people get tired of being trampled over by the iron feet of oppression. There comes a time when people get tired of being pushed out of the glittering sunlight of life’s July and left standing amidst the piercing chill of an Alpine November. The Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.
Read More thought of todayI am effectively church-less. I have been made to leave the church I served, when the pastor initiated not extending my evangelist credentials on the grounds that he did not see a necessity for my ministry in this particular congregation. He initiated the process behind my back, never mentioning it to me. I had to learn […]
Read More the witness of castawayI cannot unlove you; when the morning sings out moonlight, as the snow turns to ashes at dawn, I gently finger the rough edges of what you left of me, leaving. Serrated, larger than life, sharp, silently seeping with something red. It is cold, the snow scintillates, throwing tiny maroon reflections back at the mourning […]
Read More holes in the universeprobably someone has written about this somewhere, but I do not want to research or Google or whatever. when I hurt, there are words that are the reverse of helping and encouragement. those are simple words that many people use quite a lot to express a sort of sympathy and support and encouragement when they […]
Read More words that do not helpWatched Logan the film. Great exit for two wonderful actors (Of course they both die heroically in the fictional universe). Great entry for a very young actress (Who demonstrates that it is always a bad idea to upset little cute girls and teach them to kill) Great balance in the lead triangle. Maybe a little […]
Read More wolverine is dead, long live the wolverinein the picture below, one can see clearly, how the King James Version has influenced how we think of a simple cup. i hope i get some time to finish the thought of the conceptual and structural metaphor here.
Read More influencesvai arī tavā pusē bērzi pumpuro? un melni mājas strazdi izbož rīkli un svilpj un vītero? zem meža velēnām salts rūgtums iziet gaismā un zeme atveŗas un peļķu ledus plaisā… vai tavā pusē arī vārnas vējā dejo un kraukļi kramšķina un bērzos sulas klejo un klusi tek no sīkām mazām brūcēm? un mums pa vidu […]
Read More trešais aprīlis, divi tūkstoši septiņpadsmitais gadsthis 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 licenceshe’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 circlesthe moon floats in the hazy Aegean blue like a Cheshire cheese. the air is moist and kind of cold, though hectically warm. i have lost the right words. yes, as the trite metaphor goes, silence engulfs me. no, not only engulfs, it also enfolds, consumes and drowns me. this silence is black, and it […]
Read More when there are no words, there is silence. or so they say.The Telephone “WHEN I was just as far as I could walk From here to-day, There was an hour All still When leaning with my head against a flower I heard you talk. Don’t say I didn’t, for I heard you say — You spoke from that flower on the window sill– Do you remember […]
Read More Frost’s telephone in a flowerpot ( a slightly awkward translation)maybe the trains are large animals, not unlike the blue whales, stranded, composite, growing wheels and tails and then picking their route, out of the capture, out into the wild places and fields, to see the cross-dressing hills, to roar and signal, and rear up into the cloud-bothered sky over horizons. magical trains, invoking stories, […]
Read More trains as large cetaceans (and the butterfly unexpectedly)a long whistle, a whistle, a green turn to the right, peach upon blue, tweet, chatter, breathe in the freshly cut mint, a hint of basil, orange setting, apple trees ripe for starlings, stars not emerging from dusk, make another jump into the wild-rose fragrance, dance in the twilight, watch the moon go semi-round, eyes […]
Read More the blackbird sings night competing*