
To be drawn into the future
make sure you get hooked on it

To be drawn into the future
make sure you get hooked on it

Don’t let your lies
dreams
and memories
touch each other
because see what it does

Just before I hit
the world
shook inside
engraving the moment
for eternity

Some views you will never forget
when you see them again

104 Of one substance. – If we are of one substance with a book or a work of art we are quite convinced it must be excellent, and we are offended if others find it ugly, over-spiced or inflated.
I identify with the green leaves
soaking in the sun hanging from a dark branch
ignorant of the ground my mother is from
I’ll wait till it drops
on the ground that seems
estranged from here

I pick up the stone that lay silent
and the chaos swarmed in
I should probably put it back
but throwing it away was too much fun

I know that we humans can never fulfill the ideal of what we have of ourselves. Can I blame someone for their behavior if it comes to them without warning or chance to change it? Is my self-absorbed boss like that out of a choice, or is he just grown into that character? Can you, in short, blame someone for their character, the behavior you see, and/or interpret?
I know I do; I do blame but mainly as a first reaction, an instinct. The potentially harmful behavior of someone else towards you needs to be addressed, of course, but my struggle is often on how to do that. Most of the time, you can avoid the nuisance, but if it is your boss, like in my earlier example, then you have limited options to choose from. I often tried talking or writing a letter to them wherein I showed myself as vulnerable in the hope of speaking to their humanity. But as often, my character takes over, and I lash out verbally. In the past, I treated my unwilling explosions as if I burned my bridges which forced me out of the situation. Quitting my job, in this case, is often what I have done to resolve the problem that cannot be solved: how to communicate with yourself and with the characters you meet without getting lost in the translation, expectation, and…

I remember last week
a door opened to a forgotten
dream
or was it a memory
it haunted me
before my sleep
in my sleep
not knowing in the morning
what I forgot
I am glad I forget
the doors
what is inside
besides
a Schrodinger cat staring at you
holding your dream
or was it a memory

63 Belated pregnancy. – Those who have come to their works and deeds without understanding how, generally go around afterward all the more pregnant with them: as if in order to prove after the fact that these are their children and not those of chance.
105 Language and feeling. -We see that language has not been given to us for the communication of feeling in the way that all simple humans are ashamed of looking for words to describe their deeper agitations: such things are expressed only in actions and even here they blush if someone else seems to guess their motives. Among poets, who were in general denied this shame by the gods, the nobler ones are nonetheless more monosyllabic in the language of feeling and betray a certain constraint: whereas the true poets of feeling are mostly shame less in practical life.
127 Against the faulters of brevity. -A brief saying can be the fruit and harvest of much long thought: but the reader who is a novice in this field and has not yet reflected upon it at all sees in all brief sayings something embryonic, not without a disparaging sign to the author for having placed upon his table something so immature and unripe.

I slowly turn the volume up
at least I think so
being deaf for your
needs
But the knob feels good

I can turn around to get closer
or to get some distance
just make sure you untie me

I cling on like the child in mine
to the cold line set
not by life
but what you hold

The umbilical cord you drag
uncut over the road you go
your future is like your past
no matter the distance

In the evening the sea is in a dream
the deserted island you stranded
Is touching your bare feat
The rough sea in the morning
is still calm in the deep
when I wake