Did you know that in these potato bags
the potatoes are sorted by size
not by design
but by the fact that the first person in the sorting row
picks the easiest potatoes and that is often the biggest
Day 2367, size matters.
Daily picture, PoetryPoetry
Day 2366, presenting.
Daily picture, Poetry
Everything you say sounds constructed the parts collected disjointed forced in line trial and error it all looks impressive but is there a part that is you or is this you
Day 2365, assume.
Daily picture, Poetry
It all looked so simple today till I came home to open the door and I didn't know how something has changed and though I assume it wasn't the door I secretly hoped it was
Day 2364, getting there.
Daily picture, Poetry
I turned fifty today
and though it's just a number
or coincidence
but the bars of the cell I stept in
when the twenties left
are getting thinner
and the world outside more colorful
being in my thirties and forties
was great
but it was not the morning light
the expectation
or the early evening with it's anticipation
of a beautiful sunset
I am glad it's over
and I miss it
Day 2362, it felt.
Daily picture, Poetry
It felt like I was falling over lying on the ground it was not in a dream just looing at the sky and feeling the world
Day 2361, too long.
Day's pictures, Poetry
words have been hanging out there like on the banner with hardly any fibers left the words disappeared absorbed at most by the surrounding I ask around but only dare to look if someone knows afraid for the answer I decide it has been hanging there far too long
Day 2360, next corner.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The houses on all sides white in the sun grey in the shadow its calm here the road I take is made of grass the buildings move slowly they disappear till around the corner I hope as a last fleeting thought
Day 2359, little kid.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The little kid in me disappeared when I arrived for the first time I still see him staring from a distant memory triggered to hide not from my stare but a sudden movement unfamiliarity I slowly move away as not to scare him for good
Day 2358, tactical.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Most of us can almost
see the labels
tact on us
before we can struggle
Day 2357, look.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You looked at me with no clue what I was I stood up walked away and you followed me but only with that look
Day 2356, if it reins.
Day's pictures, Poetry
You get reined in a lot maybe its the world around you or you that dances too much I suggest an other outlet so you can see this downpour and do a waltz in it
Day 2355, attached.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I've only listened to your inside
but I will recognize you
if I see you on the street
Day 2354, disturb.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A little disturbance in symmetry does not disturb me it just makes me wonder why
Day 2353, glass.
Day's pictures, Poetry
We all live alone pretending to look at the world through misformed glass the windows don’t open in this cellar we breathe through cracks we made we love the fresh air to get in not out there
My “fresh air”, so to say, is reading books from people that I can relate to. I would like to meet people that are still alive and have similar thoughts like these long-dead philosophers, but no one has taught me the secret sign that like-minded people give each other when they cross each other in life. I like to read Nietzsche, but it doesn’t really matter which philosopher you read because they all share a willingness to search and question and have all seen the underlying problems. Their answers might be different, but I don’t think that answers are that important to get wiser; maybe answers function is being an anchor, and having one might tempt you to throw it overboard in rougher weather or when tired of sailing
Underneath are some quotes from one of Nietzsche’s last books: Twilight of the idols, or how to philosophize with a hammer. The hammer he uses is not one we use for driving nails but one the doctor uses to test reflexes and abnormalities in the nervous system…just so you know. Stucked between these quotes is a famous one “Out of life’s school of war: What does not destroy me, makes me stronger.” Because of all the (mis)use, it is now some kind of a platitude for me, but that doesn’t take away that you can still write a book about this one quote if you want.
Day 2351, movement from the day.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The green door on the first floor I forget its color inside sitting in front of the window staring outside eyes closed watching the lights white inside moving on the rhythm from the outside
Day 2350, thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My thoughts are making towers of Babel without me
Nochrisis 