I ride my bike through autumn. quiet layers of smoke and the birches will soon fade away. baked apples like every year. mother and father play cooking in the kitchen, two fifty-three-year-old children in woolen sweaters. the two of them save my life every day. the cat gallops between my feet. I would cover myself with this whole world and fall asleep. I don't have to wait to see the winter, snowberries are perfectly enough to me.
the spirit of gipsy nomads, the mood somewhere in between Bregovič and Kusturica. in the harsh narration of Květa Legátová. my favorite G. made me drunk on rowan vodka. I like the places I come from.
2011/10/31
2011/10/26
2011/10/13
anna melikyan, i love you
it's winter and the suns, the oranges, have not risen. that's how I feel with my 37,4 degrees.
I was so worried about my lack of money for what I'd planned that I've fallen ill. it's kinda sad when there's no point going to see the doctor as you won't be able to buy the medicines anyway. oh, well.
B. is going to take part in a casting for extras. she wants me to go with her. I asked her, but what am I going to wear? and then she went, you know, I'll wear my homeless style outfit and you'll weare your gay club one.
my flat mate has come back from her monthly journey. she's not really in a hurry to find a job. do I envy her? no. I'm just enjoying the image of her.
"Mars" is a beautiful movie. I'd like to keep the whole script in my head. just like I want to keep some poems forever by learning them by heart. to make them a part of myself. hoping they will change the thoughts coming to my mind.
"so many people, yet so few thoughts". ("Mars")
the feeling I'm losing a friend of mine got me worried for quite a while. till I finally realized that it might be yet another relationship of which I thought more than it actually was. my mind is a famous illusionist. but then it's all because it's too sad to be alone in this world.
when A. came for lunch to my place a few days ago, she said it scared her that soon she would have to become responsible for herself. back then I thought it sounded ridiculous and bizarre. now it's ridiculous and bizarre to find out I feel just the same.
I'm tired. oh, well.
I was so worried about my lack of money for what I'd planned that I've fallen ill. it's kinda sad when there's no point going to see the doctor as you won't be able to buy the medicines anyway. oh, well.
B. is going to take part in a casting for extras. she wants me to go with her. I asked her, but what am I going to wear? and then she went, you know, I'll wear my homeless style outfit and you'll weare your gay club one.
my flat mate has come back from her monthly journey. she's not really in a hurry to find a job. do I envy her? no. I'm just enjoying the image of her.
"Mars" is a beautiful movie. I'd like to keep the whole script in my head. just like I want to keep some poems forever by learning them by heart. to make them a part of myself. hoping they will change the thoughts coming to my mind.
"so many people, yet so few thoughts". ("Mars")
the feeling I'm losing a friend of mine got me worried for quite a while. till I finally realized that it might be yet another relationship of which I thought more than it actually was. my mind is a famous illusionist. but then it's all because it's too sad to be alone in this world.
when A. came for lunch to my place a few days ago, she said it scared her that soon she would have to become responsible for herself. back then I thought it sounded ridiculous and bizarre. now it's ridiculous and bizarre to find out I feel just the same.
I'm tired. oh, well.
2011/10/04
god save the queen
always wanting to tell you all the stories
and yet when I do
it's like losing another part of myself
unless you sanction the narration
it never counts
and yet when I do
it's like losing another part of myself
unless you sanction the narration
it never counts
2011/10/03
"Her" by Jackie Kay
I had been told about her.
How she would always, always.
How she would never, never.
I'd watched and listened
but I still fell for her,
how she always, always.
How she never, never.
In the small brave night,
her lips, butterfly moments.
I tried to catch her and she laughed
a loud laugh that cracked me in two,
but then I had been told about her,
how she would always, always.
How she would never, never
We two listened to the wind.
We two galloped a pace.
We two, up and away, away, away.
And now she's gone,
like she said she would go.
But then I had been told about her—
how she would always, always.
hear it here.
How she would always, always.
How she would never, never.
I'd watched and listened
but I still fell for her,
how she always, always.
How she never, never.
In the small brave night,
her lips, butterfly moments.
I tried to catch her and she laughed
a loud laugh that cracked me in two,
but then I had been told about her,
how she would always, always.
How she would never, never
We two listened to the wind.
We two galloped a pace.
We two, up and away, away, away.
And now she's gone,
like she said she would go.
But then I had been told about her—
how she would always, always.
hear it here.
2011/10/01
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