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get books reviewed: book review: NOT UNDER A BANYAN TREE
get books reviewed: book review: NOT UNDER A BANYAN TREE: NOT UNDER A BANYAN TREE NOT UNDER A BANYAN TREE Poetry, stories, humour and news By Jan Oscar Hansen First edition 2011, pp.6...
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Little Eagle's RE / VERSE: Offspring of Sedition
Little Eagle's RE / VERSE: Offspring of Sedition: digital art: ralph murre Offspring of Sedition by Jan Oskar Hansen In narrow streets between factories that had never be...
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homen de familia
Homem de FamÃlia
Meu pai era uma figura estranha, sentou-se debaixo de uma ponte
com uma garrafa, num saco de papel, olhou para o rio.
Eu acho que ele estava procurando por algo que ele tinha perdido
quando ele era jovem. Quando ele sentou-se lá por muito tempo
minha mãe, me mandou buscá-lo. pai nunca
falou que era como se ele tivesse desistido de conversa.
No trabalho ele era conhecido como o homem em silêncio. quando ele
aposentou seus empregadores queria dar-lhe um relógio,
por tempo de serviço, mas ele não apareceu preferido
sentar-se debaixo de uma ponte com a sua garrafa. Um dia, quando
Eu vim para buscá-lo ele não estava, mas ele foi encontrado
flutuando para baixo córregos. Meu pai era um sonhador,
ele queria ser um ator antes de se casar,
mãe pensou que era uma idéia estúpida, ao invés disso ele
tenho um emprego estável em uma fábrica de fazer patos de plástico
e gnomos de jardim. Ao saber disso eu luto
um homem que deu tudo para sua famÃlia.
Meu pai era uma figura estranha, sentou-se debaixo de uma ponte
com uma garrafa, num saco de papel, olhou para o rio.
Eu acho que ele estava procurando por algo que ele tinha perdido
quando ele era jovem. Quando ele sentou-se lá por muito tempo
minha mãe, me mandou buscá-lo. pai nunca
falou que era como se ele tivesse desistido de conversa.
No trabalho ele era conhecido como o homem em silêncio. quando ele
aposentou seus empregadores queria dar-lhe um relógio,
por tempo de serviço, mas ele não apareceu preferido
sentar-se debaixo de uma ponte com a sua garrafa. Um dia, quando
Eu vim para buscá-lo ele não estava, mas ele foi encontrado
flutuando para baixo córregos. Meu pai era um sonhador,
ele queria ser um ator antes de se casar,
mãe pensou que era uma idéia estúpida, ao invés disso ele
tenho um emprego estável em uma fábrica de fazer patos de plástico
e gnomos de jardim. Ao saber disso eu luto
um homem que deu tudo para sua famÃlia.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Thursday, July 12, 2012
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Monday, July 9, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Thursday, July 5, 2012
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Monday, July 2, 2012
Thursday, June 28, 2012
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Friday, June 22, 2012
decline of rich men
The decline of rich Men.
The numbers of American millionaires have declined
I read this as a news item and was amused.
I know of an old man who became a lotto millionaire
He had a facelift, and married a young woman.
But time was only on the woman’s side and he couldn’t
Cut the mustard…and sank into despondency.
Clutching dollar bills he went to hospital and begged
Doctors to restore his potency…they could not.
Expensive divorce, lawyers she had the best money
Could buy, and then he as poor again.
His old wife took him in but he has to live in the dog
House, feeds him rice pudding and combs his hair.
The numbers of American millionaires have declined
But I will not speculate on the reason why.
The numbers of American millionaires have declined
I read this as a news item and was amused.
I know of an old man who became a lotto millionaire
He had a facelift, and married a young woman.
But time was only on the woman’s side and he couldn’t
Cut the mustard…and sank into despondency.
Clutching dollar bills he went to hospital and begged
Doctors to restore his potency…they could not.
Expensive divorce, lawyers she had the best money
Could buy, and then he as poor again.
His old wife took him in but he has to live in the dog
House, feeds him rice pudding and combs his hair.
The numbers of American millionaires have declined
But I will not speculate on the reason why.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
as days pass
As Days Pass
What happens to the day? Not long ago it was morning
and I was struggling valiantly to read Norman Mailer’s
“Harlot’s Ghost,” 1380 pages didn’t he know when to stop?
That is why I like Hemingway, he was so mercifully short.
I was thinking of this when sitting in the local bar nursing
a whisky with ice water, but then all the farmhands came
they were noisy, played cards…so I gulped down my drink
and left. At home I put Norman back on the book shelf,
decided to leave him for a long winter evening; and since
it doesn’t get dark till nine, I drove towards the sunset and
wrote a true ghost story about a sunray that danced at
midnight and picked flowers for his beloved, a moonbeam.
Alas, in nights blooms are grey or colorless, she refused his
offer, his ardour too hot for her… she flew back to moon.
What happens to the day? Not long ago it was morning
and I was struggling valiantly to read Norman Mailer’s
“Harlot’s Ghost,” 1380 pages didn’t he know when to stop?
That is why I like Hemingway, he was so mercifully short.
I was thinking of this when sitting in the local bar nursing
a whisky with ice water, but then all the farmhands came
they were noisy, played cards…so I gulped down my drink
and left. At home I put Norman back on the book shelf,
decided to leave him for a long winter evening; and since
it doesn’t get dark till nine, I drove towards the sunset and
wrote a true ghost story about a sunray that danced at
midnight and picked flowers for his beloved, a moonbeam.
Alas, in nights blooms are grey or colorless, she refused his
offer, his ardour too hot for her… she flew back to moon.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
a ghost...me
The Ghost…Me?
The dog woke me up came into my bedroom looked unnerved
and whimpered. In the living room that once had been a stable
A mule stood munching on straw, but it was not the animal
the dog was frightened of, but of a little man in the corner of
the stable asleep on a hay bale, beside him an empty wine jug.
When he saw me he screamed like he had seen a ghost and ran
through a door that was no longer there…the mule easy going,
followed suit. In 1952 the owner of the stable claimed he had
seen a ghost, a strange person who looked like a foreigner.
When I bought the stable/barn and converted it into a dwelling
the villagers told me the place was haunted, but also with a sly
smile, said the previous owner was fond of his homemade wine.
The dog went back to sleep, while I picked straw off the floor;
the poor man had seen the future and I had seen into the past.
The dog woke me up came into my bedroom looked unnerved
and whimpered. In the living room that once had been a stable
A mule stood munching on straw, but it was not the animal
the dog was frightened of, but of a little man in the corner of
the stable asleep on a hay bale, beside him an empty wine jug.
When he saw me he screamed like he had seen a ghost and ran
through a door that was no longer there…the mule easy going,
followed suit. In 1952 the owner of the stable claimed he had
seen a ghost, a strange person who looked like a foreigner.
When I bought the stable/barn and converted it into a dwelling
the villagers told me the place was haunted, but also with a sly
smile, said the previous owner was fond of his homemade wine.
The dog went back to sleep, while I picked straw off the floor;
the poor man had seen the future and I had seen into the past.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
whales
Whales.
What can I say about whales? I’ve seen them blow geysers of hot water
on the coast of Canada and Norway. Great innocent beings with small
brains living in peace, but for man. So much meat and fat; have you ever
tasted whale meat, it is dark and tender but it has to be soaked overnight
in vinegar or it will taste like cod liver oil. In the old days its fat made liquid
was good to lit lamps. We have got electricity now, so if you want a steak
kill a cow, they are plentiful, mind they are innocent too, graze and do not
know they are targeted to end up as burgers. The whales have a complex
language marine biologists say I don’t think it is hard at all, they are saying
in surprisingly feminine voice … where are you? I’m here two miles away
from you and watch out for boats, with propellers”. “Ok, thank you”
Sven Foyn, the whale murderer, nearly hunted them to extinction with his
exploding harpoon gun, but thanks to a few nature lovers this cruel practice
ended… Today there are many whales in the ocean sooner or later someone
will say there are too many of them, we have to cull them and make a little
money on the side. And unseen by us, but known by whales, a dark hulled
ship with a captain Ahab onboard is still hunting for an illusory white whale.
What can I say about whales? I’ve seen them blow geysers of hot water
on the coast of Canada and Norway. Great innocent beings with small
brains living in peace, but for man. So much meat and fat; have you ever
tasted whale meat, it is dark and tender but it has to be soaked overnight
in vinegar or it will taste like cod liver oil. In the old days its fat made liquid
was good to lit lamps. We have got electricity now, so if you want a steak
kill a cow, they are plentiful, mind they are innocent too, graze and do not
know they are targeted to end up as burgers. The whales have a complex
language marine biologists say I don’t think it is hard at all, they are saying
in surprisingly feminine voice … where are you? I’m here two miles away
from you and watch out for boats, with propellers”. “Ok, thank you”
Sven Foyn, the whale murderer, nearly hunted them to extinction with his
exploding harpoon gun, but thanks to a few nature lovers this cruel practice
ended… Today there are many whales in the ocean sooner or later someone
will say there are too many of them, we have to cull them and make a little
money on the side. And unseen by us, but known by whales, a dark hulled
ship with a captain Ahab onboard is still hunting for an illusory white whale.
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
Sunday, June 10, 2012
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Friday, June 8, 2012
Thursday, June 7, 2012
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Monday, June 4, 2012
Friday, June 1, 2012
Cuba 1958
I remember it like the day before yesterday Cuba 1959. Batista,
the corrupt dictator, had fled, but this was revenge time and
many of his collaborators were rounded up and shot; and what
often happen in such occasions there were onlookers cheering
and having their bloodlust satiated.
There was one man, man wearing a panama hat in his left hands,
refusing to wear a blindfold or have his hands tied behind his back.
On top of some steps he stood against a white wall, ready, but
there was a hesitation; waved his hat to the weary executioners.
A volley of fire, blood trickled down the steps, deep red, rich.
They but the body in a coffin, but there was silence, one man’s
courage had shamed onlookers and soldiers into pensive silence.
The revolution didn’t matter anymore, but human dignity did…
Is this all, does nothing change have we just ended one dictator
with another one in the name of the people.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Monday, May 28, 2012
Friday, May 25, 2012
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
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Saturday, March 31, 2012
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Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Story Teller
Now as spring light fades into a softly
blue evening I turn to you and ask,
If you can tell me more?
The river doesn’t flow as rapid as
before and the lake is dry, no breeze
blows away dust of broken dreams
if you can tell me more tell it now
before light is an empty space and
stillness has lost its echo.
Now as spring light fades into a softly
blue evening I turn to you and ask,
If you can tell me more?
The river doesn’t flow as rapid as
before and the lake is dry, no breeze
blows away dust of broken dreams
if you can tell me more tell it now
before light is an empty space and
stillness has lost its echo.
Monday, March 26, 2012
Freedom for some
Seagulls fill the air with joy
anchored sailboats tug want to be free
sail around the world alone,
just as a Japanese fishing vessel did
ending up on the shores of Canada.
Alas, caught by the coast guard as it
prepared to sail for Chile and Peru.
Anchored in a lonely bay
waiting for its captain to catch up.
This slavery of navigation, yet it
had a year of freedom.
Seagulls fly, sleek bodies white as snow,
a storm is brewing
and the ocean is theirs alone.
Seagulls fill the air with joy
anchored sailboats tug want to be free
sail around the world alone,
just as a Japanese fishing vessel did
ending up on the shores of Canada.
Alas, caught by the coast guard as it
prepared to sail for Chile and Peru.
Anchored in a lonely bay
waiting for its captain to catch up.
This slavery of navigation, yet it
had a year of freedom.
Seagulls fly, sleek bodies white as snow,
a storm is brewing
and the ocean is theirs alone.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
shadorma poem
Shadorma
Tiny steps
Ornamental pool
A cool eye
Summer’s day
A long ominous silence
Endless tears.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Sunday at the Marina
Water in the marina, clear as diesel
fish swimming close to surface
in peace of seagulls,
which know they stink of human
waste.
This is not the fish that
will feed the five thousand.
A child strews bread crumbs into the water,
ignored by the fishes.
Seagulls’ shrieks and fall from the sky.
A man drops a glass of gin & tonic, on
the deck of yacht,
claws at his chest.
Ambulance and a nervous doctor
tells him not to smoke cigars
too late.
Young widow,
I hope she sells the bloody yacht.
Water in the marina, clear as diesel
fish swimming close to surface
in peace of seagulls,
which know they stink of human
waste.
This is not the fish that
will feed the five thousand.
A child strews bread crumbs into the water,
ignored by the fishes.
Seagulls’ shrieks and fall from the sky.
A man drops a glass of gin & tonic, on
the deck of yacht,
claws at his chest.
Ambulance and a nervous doctor
tells him not to smoke cigars
too late.
Young widow,
I hope she sells the bloody yacht.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Friday, March 16, 2012
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
thoughts about cars
Drifting thoughts.
Interesting article I read,
in a few years robots and the chip
can take over most manual work
and cars are so advanced they
don’t need a driver.
75% of the population will be
permanently unemployed.
Appealing, but who is going to buy
the clever cars?
I think we have to rethink the future.
And a last thought who the hell wants
to drive a car
that drives itself?
Interesting article I read,
in a few years robots and the chip
can take over most manual work
and cars are so advanced they
don’t need a driver.
75% of the population will be
permanently unemployed.
Appealing, but who is going to buy
the clever cars?
I think we have to rethink the future.
And a last thought who the hell wants
to drive a car
that drives itself?
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, March 5, 2012
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Friday, March 2, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Monday, February 27, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Friday, February 17, 2012
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Monday, February 6, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
Saturday, January 28, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
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