Sunday, January 30, 2011

The Beginning

A lion is standing there. It has paws, moving them up and down. Next to the lion is a steel pole, clean and shining in the light. Suddenly, a signal zaps into the pole, and there is some smoke.

We just received some information. I am reading a paper, with lines of text and symbols. Alpha for rays, beta for electronic parameters.

I perceive him coming up to me, walking in the dirt. He has two legs. He comes close and I see him grin. Now we are facing each other. The lion is digging up the ground.

I receive an ultimatum. I obey orders. Right now, there are 17 taxis parked in an underground tunnel in Stockholm. They will all back out and driven into the sunshine. Where there is no rain.

The end.

Sunday, January 23, 2011


The truth is always in the minority, and the minority is always stronger than the majority, because as a rule the minority is made up of those who actually have an opinion, while the strength of the majority is illusory, formed of that crowd which has no opinion — and which therefore the next moment (when it becomes clear that the minority is the stronger) adopts the latter's opinion, which now is in the majority, i. e. becomes rubbish by having the whole retinue and numerousness on its side, while the truth is again in a new minority.

- Søren Kierkegaard

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Since there is nothing to be said, I have shut up. But now that a few minutes have passed, I have begun to talk again. Haven’t you noticed?

Friday, January 14, 2011

The Shame

My mind sprouts a thought
It shimmers
I only dream of leaping forth
Over a table or two
and catching the thought, safe-kept henceforth
In a notebook
I, to my surprise, keep walking straight
and no words anymore.

Saturday, January 8, 2011


In it lies much more
Some part Frank Zappa, some part bullcrap
Of prime form.

But need I care? No, brother hell.
Youth is to be wasted, licking undersides, kicking sides.