wolverine is dead, long live the wolverine

Watched 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…

influences

in 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.

trešais aprīlis, divi tūkstoši septiņpadsmitais gads

vai 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…

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…

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…

trains as large cetaceans (and the butterfly unexpectedly)

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,…

the blackbird sings night competing*

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…

apparently, people contract insanity in spring

here’s this, from a student’s paper:  ‘The pathetic fallacy is a term that uses nature to express the characters or their emotions.’ this somewhat makes me wonder (annually) about what i am actually doing there at the uni. maybe i should use some nature to express my emotions. such as birches. or that would be…

the truth about my Kat

my Kat is not mythological. he has no healing powers. he sleeps everywhere. he makes weird grunting noises when happy. he wakes me up at unseemly hours. he does not even pretend to understand what i say or feel. he is easy to wash. he likes drinking from the tap, and tries to open it…

when the sun shines long enough (a limp allegory)

when the sunlight comes into my room, and i, too, am at home, i see cobwebs in the normally dark places. some are ornamental. some are dirt. ultimately even the originally ornamental cobwebs turn to dirt. who’s to blame for that? the spiders, who have laboriously woven their little webs to catch whatever insects happen…

the ultimate test*

death is the ultimate test – it is irreversible, a one-way-only gate, a membrane that filters you out and then returns to its stillness. death is both never and near, certain and so unknown that those who live the illusion of total control spend their days in fear. the ultimate test, where the win or the…

some things are just those things

i sit here, in my tower of ice, under the wing of winter herself, and watch the media stream go by. and there is something wrong in the representations of the recent events in France and other places. yes. terrorism. it does not have race, or religion, or gender, or sex, or colour. it is…

give god a place

the purpose of advent is to prepare for christmas. the purpose of christmas is… what is the purpose of christmas? one answer, rather unpopular, would be: to remember that god came into the history as Jesus, and did all those great things. another answer, slightly more popular, would go thus: christmas is the time for…

crystallisations

the earth and the air are in opposition: the earth still warm, the air carries a frosty breath. and water escapes from earth, and goes up. to get stuck like white crystals in the hair of the trees, making them grizzly and white. the trees do not mind, the trees have warm feet.

not fallen off the map

status update: i have not fallen off the map. i’ve been under influence. of a creepy virus, freely donated by countless students. when i am not asleep, or in class, i read. and suddenly here was this need to quote this to the wide world, which is limited only by my perception: 6.43 If good…

the invisibles

sometimes i wonder. where are the God’s people when the devil’s people are so much in view. or. where are the loving when nobody cares. or. where are the freedom fighters when one state enslaves another. or. where are the bringers of peace when all is there in the news, is war. or. where are…

Cattle Express and mathematics

one’s gotta love the book. i hope it is published in eng, too. plz, publish it in eng. it is mind-blowing “.. neither way of looking at the sonata is wrong. Yes, it’s a beautiful, evolving piece of music, and yes, it’s this giant time-less chord. With Fourier analysis, you move between the two ways…

books vs television (a three tent situation)

i updated the list of books i am reading now. (when i was younger, read was one of those verbs which were not supposed to be used in a progressive tense – like think or live…yeah, those were less progressive days), but this is exactly how it feels … am reading, at the speed of 400-800 words per minute,…

there might be books about this, but summarily

to be latvian means to know your pitch from your fork, to speak a tongue designed for woods and fields, it means to have so much history that the present stops and goes backward, the future reiterating the pasts. to be latvian is to be aware