Monday, June 16, 2008

Last weekends Photos 13-16/6

Göta älv bron by Tram
I snapped this photo with my mobile camera from a Tram window, on my way in to city on early Friday evening. For once I actually realized I liked what the office building, "läppstiftet" (Lipstick) looked like. When it was inauguratein in1989 it was the most debated architectural constructions in Göteborg. After a quick visit over the bridge that separates central Göteborg from the 10th larges island in Sweden, "Hisingen". I decided to spend the rest of my weekend by the sea away from the city's pulse and it's right rushing traffic lights.

Tumlehed by the sea
In the north of Göteborg's archipelago situates one of my favorite places. This is where I like to be when I am away from my computer IRL. But thx to modern technology I can still log on to the web with my mobile when ever I want or suffer from online abstinence.


Clouds over the Sea


After almost two months without rain the clouds was finally building up over the ocean. It felt liberatingly wlm. Just some seconds later the wind released the rain and I just sat there and smelled the wonderful scent of summer rain mixing with saltwater

The Beach bridge






Cherry blossom



Photos by Carime Börjestedt

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The Poem of the day

These Poems are by my favorite authors.
Further up and to right, I have publish some of my own Poems. (most of them are in Swedish)

2008-06-16
Commission by Ezra Pound

Go, my songs, to the lonely and the unsatisfied,
Go also to the nerve wracked, go to the enslaved by convention,
Bear to them my contempt for their oppressors.
Go as a great wave of cool water,
Bear my contempt of oppressors.

Speak against unconscious oppression,
Speak against the tyranny of the unimaginative,
Speak against bonds.
Go to the bourgeoise who is dying of her ennuis,
Go to the women in suburbs.
Go to the hideously wedded,
Go to them whose failure is concealed,
Go to the unluckily mated,
Go to the bought wife,
Go to the woman entailed.

Go to those who have delicate lust,
Go to those whose delicate desires are thwarted,
Go like a blight upon the dullness of the world,
Go with your edge against this,
Strengthen the subtle cords,
Bring confidence upon the algae and the tentacles of the soul.

Go in a friendly manner,
Go with an open speech.
Be eager to find new evils and new good,
Be against all forms of oppression.
Go to those who are thickened with middle age,
To those who have lost their interest.
Go to the adolescent who are smothered in family___
Oh how hideous it is
To see three generations of one house gathered together!
It is like an old tree with shoots,
And with some branches rotted and falling.

Go out and defy opinion,
Go against this vegetable bondage of the blood.
Be against all sorts of mortmain.
2008-06-17
Vinterns Blick by Thomas Tranströmer

Jag lutar som en stege och når in
med ansiktet i körsbärsträdets första våning.
Jag är inne i färgernas klocka som ringer av sol.
De svartröda bären gör jag slut på fortare än fyra skator.

Då träffas jag plötsligt av kylan från långt håll.
Ögonblicket svartnar
och sitter kvar som yxans märke i en stam

Från och med nu är det sent.
Vi ger oss avhalvspringande
utom synhåll, ner, ner i det antika kloaksystemet.
Tunnlarna. Där vandrar vi i månader,
halvt i tjänst och halvt på flykt

Kort andakt när någon lucka öppnar sig över oss
och ett svagt ljus faller.
Vi ser uppåt: stjärnhimlen genom avloppsgallret.

2008-06-14
Der Panther By R.M Rilkes

Sein Blick ist vom Vorübergehn der Stäbe
so müd geworden, daß er nichts mehr hält.
Ihm ist, als ob es tausend Stäbe gäbe
und hinter tausend Stäbe keine Welt.

Der weiche Gang geschmeidig starker Schritte,
der sich im allerkliensten Kreise dreht,
ist wie ein Tanz von Kraft um eine Mitte,
in der betäubt ein großer Wille steht.

Nur manchmal schiebt der Vorhang der Pupille
sich lautlos auf. – Dann geht ein Bild hinein,
geht durch der Glieder angespannte Stille –
und hört im Herzen auf zu sein.
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