I’ve spent more time then I want to admit sorting through paper today. Old bills. Advertisements. Notes from school and daycare. Empty envelopes. Newspapers and magazines. Stacks of children’s drawings.
Once I start I can’t quit until every drawer and heaps on desks are reduced to a minimum.
After a while I started to think about what paper’s we leave behind. And for some reason found myself content that together with old tax returns and employment deals. I will leave a whole bunch of notebooks with poetry and stories. And some books that actually have my writing in print.
Tonight I wanted some new music. Something I hadn’t heard before. So I went looking in the release radar list on Spotify and found this little gem. Life Is An Experiment by New Age Doom, and the legendary Lee “Scratch” Perry. It has a new-old psychedelic sound. Blending drone, jazz, stoner rock, noise and dub. The single came out just a couple of days ago, on August 10th. The album, titled “Lee “Scratch” Perry’s Guide To The Universe”, is set to be released this November via We Are Busy Bodies.
The lyrics begin with:
Be faithful Be pure Be clean Listen to your dreams
From Life Is An Experiment by New Age Doom & Lee “Scratch” Perry
Life ebb and flow, Always heading towards that frightening unknowable goal It streams that way whether we flounder or soar That is why, the wise ones say Make the most out of every day Because you never know What hazards in the streambed lays
Tonight was movie night with the kids. We saw The Mitchells vs the Machines, as usual I had the English subtitles on since the Swedish translations don’t always do the original justice and since it can be hard to hear with two kids talking. I don’t have much to say about the movie. What struck me as so often before is how the music plays such a big part of the experience, and how they like the credits nearly as much as the film because it’s a chance to dance and sing.
Music has always been a big part of my life, listening to, singing, dancing to. So I’m not surprised this streak is clearly visible in my children.
Life begins with sound Fortissimo live-spark start Heartbeat, boom, boom, boom
Once again this photo prompt is eerie in its synchronicity. The other day I listened to a podcast that mentioned a book I haven’t thought of in years. Tried to find it, to no avail. Then this photo, that touches upon the book, my thoughts, my insights… Everything swirling around right now, due to my intense meditation schedule. So I searched for the book again. Without finding it. Tomorrow I’ll head to the attic to search some more…
Welcome to Wandering the Archives Wednesday! Tonight a poem about nearly giving up, and then finding reasons to fight on. The original post was made 5th January 2020. That feels more like eons ago, than a little more than a year. This “life on hold” due to a pandemic has really done something to the way I perceive time it’s more plastic somehow. Also I find myself talking sometimes like last year didn’t happen at all. And I wonder if I’m the only one doing that?
Written for Poetics: The Art of Being Human at dVerse. Where Kim gives us a Rumi poem full of metaphor (last in this post). And challenges us to “write a metaphor poem that starts with the words ‘This being human is…’”
There are so many ways you can go with this but I ended up with a journey metaphor. I’ll see this one as a first rough draft because there is so much more you can put in there, but this is all my migraine allowed me to write.
As I read it through I realized I once again had ended up with a line – the last one – that is directly inspired by one of my favorite Swedish poets Karin Boye. And one of her most known poems – I rörelse (In motion). Another time a similar line popped up was in – Leaves Fall to Moulder.
Like with Tomten by Viktor Rydberg, I couldn’t find a translation I truly liked, even though you can find several at the Karin Boye Society.
So I did my own! (Read below)
In motion, by Karin Boye, translated by RedCat
The satiated day is never greatest or first. The best day is a day of thirst.
There might be goals and purpose to our path, but it is the journey that gives the effort worth.
The best goal is a nightlong rest, where the fire is lit and the bread shared in haste.
In places where you sleep but once, your sleep becomes safe and your dreams full of song.
Strike camp! Move on! The new day dawns. Endless is our great adventure hereupon.
In motion, by Karin Boye, translated by RedCat
The Guest House by Rumi
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.