... och fredagens evighetslånga tågresor hade i alla fall *EN* liten positiv inverkan, i att man kan sitta och skriva massa nonsens att försöka destillera fram något vettigt ur när man väl är hemma igen.

Ännu ett "work in progress" som sannolikt kommerr att bli liggande ett par år innan det avslutas, men håll till godo.

"I met the Devil the other day"

I met the devil the other day
 - a man in a suit of a blinding white
He looked like a fairy-tale´s favourite uncle
but gave me a terrible fright

His eyes were the blue of the midsummer sky
but colder than deepest space;
They looked like to pieces of the absolute zero
somehow stuck in a human face

And to think that His smile was more terrible still
 - Every tooth like a shining dagger!
He tiped his hat as He saw me stare
and approached with a self-assured swagger

[to be cont.]


Copyright: Landgren 2008 ->

Remember, remember

the Fifth of November,

The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,

I can think of no reason

Why the Gunpowder Treason

Should ever be forgot.

Blasphemy?

Madness?

This... is... HALLOWEEN!!!

...och en annan bra sak med sega söndagar är när man får tummen ur häcken och rensar i högarna med papper som samlats överallt i brist på ordentliga skrivbordslådor. Hittade en gammal låt-text/dikt/whatever som visserligen känns lite väl emo, men kan vara värd att lägga upp här i alla fall. Med reservation för att den kan ha legat uppe i gamla nät-dagboken:

Descend on me and bring me pleasure
the worth of which gods only know
Illuminate me, fill my senses
and let your presence in me grow

Bring unto me the joy of angels
and extacy unknown to Man
Rejuvenate me, fill my dreams
Revive me as as you, only, can

Drink your fill from what I offer
then throw me bleedning to the floor
Corrupt my soul and taint my feelings
you know I´ll only ask for more

Bring unto me the woes of devils
and torment yet unknown in Hell
Penetrate me, tear me asunder
all these things you do so well

Take my soul and rend me helpless
leave my carcass out to dry;
when murdered by my love for you
I will never really die 

Som alltid gäller copyrighten, och som alltid *kommer* jag att 

ställa till rejäla bekymmer för den som stjäler mina ord.

Intet är som att slötitta på Monthy Python-film för att liva upp en seg söndag.

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ARTHUR: The Lady of the Lake,... [angels sing] ...her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water signifying by Divine Providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. [singing stops] That is why I am your king!

DENNIS: Listen, strange women lying in ponds distributing swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

ARTHUR: Be quiet!

DENNIS: Well, but you can’t expect to wield supreme executive power just ’cause some watery tart threw a sword at you!

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: I mean, if I went ’round saying I was an emperor just because some moistened bint had lobbed a scimitar at me, they’d put me away!

ARTHUR: Shut up, will you. Shut up!

DENNIS: Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system.

ARTHUR: Shut up!

DENNIS: Oh! Come and see the violence inherent in the system! Help, help! I’m being repressed!

ARTHUR: Bloody peasant!

DENNIS: Oh, what a give-away. Did you hear that? Did you hear that, eh? That’s what I’m on about. Did you see him repressing me? You saw it, didn’t you?

Efter en natt av minst sagt intensiva och smått märkliga drömmar (ja, dom bloggas när jag skrivit ner dom i mer detalj) och en dag fylld av frenetiskt arbete för att få klart en *massiv* hemtenta till Magister-programmet är det äntligen tid för slösurfande på Wikipedia, musik och en kanna rykande hett te. Så bara för att skriva någonting och visa att jag lever, en kort rapport;

Läser:

Ian Irvine - Geomancer. Steampunk/fantasy med attityd och realism

Jochen Gartz - Magic mushrooms across the world

Foucault - The history of sexuality

Lyssnar på:

Current 93 - Lucifer over London

Frank the Baptist - The new colossus

ASP - Zaubererbrüder

Ser:

Hedwig and the Angry Inch. Lyfter humöret vilken regnig dag som hellst

Farewell, my concubine. Sjukt bra och vansinnigt sorgligt kostymdrama

Ghost in the Shell:Stand Alone Complex. Igen, i brist på annat

Gör:

Syr, färgar och fixar sista detaljerna på halloween-kostymen. Snart gäller det! :)

O hour of my muse: why do you leave me,
Wounding me by the wingbeats of your flight?
Alone: what shall I use my mouth to utter?

How shall I pass my days? And how my nights?

I have no one to love. I have no home.
There is no center to sustain my life.
All things to which I give myself grow rich
and leave me spent, impoverished, alone.


 - Rainer Maria Riilke
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming

Oh, Internet, how I love thee. var jag än hamnar så hittar jag inlägg från personer som delar mina tankar:

"I get this feeling a lot. But I'm in academia, which really is a concentrated attempt to separate people like me from polite society.

I say this as I finish a bit of my dissertation on Flesh For Frankenstein, and get away with quoting the line  -To know life, Otto, you have to fuck death in the gall bladder"