RIP TT

It is not the greatest of tragedies when an old man dies, however great you think him. A full life is a tribute in itself and enough to be grateful for. But still. As always when a hero of my is no longer among the living I'm torn between grief and happy memories of what they have meant for me.

Fare thee well Tomas Tranströmer.

Allegro
 After a black day,I play Haydn,and feel a little warmth in my hands.The keys are ready.Kind hammers fall.The sound is spirited,green, and full of silence.The sound says that freedom existsand someone pays no tax to Caesar.I shove my hands in my haydnpocketsand act like a man who is calm about it all.I raise my haydnflag.
he signal is:“We do not surrender. But want peace.”The music is a house of glass standing on a sloperocks are flying, rocks are rolling.The rocks roll straight through the housebut every pane of glass is still whole.

The Last Man Standing

My last remaining grandparent died last night.

It seems unreal. I've always thought of my grandfather as a grumpy but well-meaning giant. A Giant.

And he was old and so far as I can tell he's had a good life but all the same it means goodbye.

And what does goodbye really mean when there won't ever be a next time?

Halloweeeeeeeeen

Happy All Hallows' Eve. Or not.
Make it as scary as you like. But don't forget to have comfort food ready. I recommend  thick pumpkin soup,fried proteins and lots of warm milk, hot tea and biscuits.

Bones

Since I am uncertain about copyright and I am hugely in favour of this website, I link rather than steal the pictures to make my own blog all the more popular. But please, watch and in enjoy (as far as the horror allows).

Bravery

I saved an innocent life today. I can't help but feeling good about myself.

Plot plot plot

How sure are you of YOUR cat?

RIP Clichalien

Around here and here, you may for the first time have heard mention the existence of such a thing called 'Clichalien'. The rise has thus been discussed in detail and over the fall of said subject we may be brief.

He/she/it is no more.

But then what force on earth is stronger than a woman in times of springcleaning?

The Mona-Mensah Hypothesis

Thhrough logical deduction we (namely myself and dr.-to-be Akosua Mensah) have concluded that black people are actually the final reïncarnation stage of white people who tan easily.

Ponder the following:

1) Tanning comes in stages: Once you've passed the red-white-red-white stage you never grow back into it.

Logically this must be the physical expression of a  psychological evolution.

2) Ultimate psychological evolution leads to enlightenment.

Thus, the darker your skin the closer you potentially are to nirvana. With the sub-Saharian African homo sapiens sapiens as a last stepstone. If you screw up there and then however you are doomed to become a mere forefather/mother and you will never reach nothingness.

3) Since we have now concluded that all races are merely a graduation of psychological evolution, all afterlife whether it is call 'heaven', 'paradise', or... is of no matter because all of it is located in Israel, which is conveniently located on the scrap of land linking the major "white" areas of the world with the major "black" area.

We will gladly hear your comments and further arguments.

Poem III

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!

Mary Frye (1932)

PAM PAM

Print and carry in your wallet at all times.

Suicide Note I