On warm up-winds looking down on all kinds up high soaring will it ever be boring in the heaven blue this a freedom true would not be a big deal without this vertigo feel
It’s not the flying that’s difficult, it’s the landing. Ha de Gött!
The world is full of boxed in people constipated in their four wheel containers in endless bumper to bumper lanes rubbing shoulders with underground strangers rich and fame like an Instagram post cardboard poor as a news flash in the gutter hollow eyes rushing to lock themselves in afraid to be a wrapped give away by a white bearded man on boxing day
Keep your box open and let life in, ha de Gött!
Land of Feel-Sorry-for-Yourself
a place to put you down
beat your ego up
Low Self Esteem for president
besieged by, enemy of you
never ending civil war
army fight call “no use”
stay down for every count
dare not to seek, citizenship
It all starts with the man in the mirror, ha de Gött!
Book full of forgotten things un-remembered issue release daily thick as the book of what-if's pocket size in constant use some miss-use now and then wear it on my shoulders every chapter, dare a read a highly dangerous deed largest book in the library that is my brain the book of oblivion
My memory is good but short, ha de Gött!
some in frequent use pages darkened by hungry fingers 'who done it' tickling the darkest inside us some covered by dust only yellow by age 'who wants to know' fuelling the creative light during long dark nights dark prose in the poetry corner and whiskey stinking PI's comparing their scars silent with millions of words organised in rows and shelfs collective minds peaks and abysses of humanity
Growing up in a broken home in the suburbs, the library was always a safe haven. Still today I get calm entering a library or a book store.
Take care of the libraries, Ha de Gött!
After rain they come crawling
up from the wet grass
crossing the roads and footpaths
where are they all going
is it an initiation rite
cross without getting crushed
see what’s on the other side
a sluggish paradise or
a sticky mess under a shoe
The killer slug (Arion vulgaris), yes that is it’s name! It’s also know as Spanish slug. It’s considered an invasive species and a great annoyance to all gardeners all over Europe. Why it’s called killer slug I don’t know but the best explanation I heard from a child. “They are called killer slugs because you kill them.”
Watch your step, ha de Gött!
A fair for people interested in books. Yes, there is, every year in Göteborg, and this year I was there. Not only because I’m interested in books but my son was there to receive an award from the Royal Swedish Academy for the Swedish teacher of the year 2023. Sorry for the boast but I’m so enormously proud. At 25 he is the youngest ever to receive this award.
The Swedish Academy was founded in 1786 by the king Gustav III. With 18 members elected for life the members are the highest language authority of the Swedish language. This are the same persons that elect the Nobel prize winner in literature.
The five day fair was really crowded and it nice to see that the book is still going strong. In this day and age with social media scrolling it is comforting to know there are so many people working for the printed book.
The only heat that should come from a book is heated exchange of ideas, ha de Gött!
They say that cows are dumb
but they are not
probably smarter than you and me
live a life so carefree
social, together in a flock
roaming calmly in pastures green
while the farmer collect the winter hay
curious, just like the cat
that camera, can it be eaten
will you scratch behind my ears
Stay curious, you will learn something. Ha de Gött!
Is it really true what they say
Been wondering every day
The grass is greener on the other side
The question is sometimes more interesting than the answer, ha de Gött!
Driftwood on a stony beach at Trossö-Kalvö. Someone, somewhere cut it down and let it fall into the sea. Currents and winds brought it here to frame this picture. Did it come from just around the corner, the next island or did it float in here with the Golf Stream from distant shores. Only Njord knows.
Njord (Njǫrðr) is the sea god of the Nordic mythology.
Go with the flow and see where it takes you, ha de Gött!
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