quiet is the new loud

the starting point

2012-01-31T12:47:00.002+02:00

of progressive politics has always been the view that every voice, however powerless, however marginalised, sometimes however misguided, has the equal right to be heard. if equality starts anywhere, it must start here, from the grounding assumption that a nation is nothing but its people, a democracy is nothing but its citizens and that every voice counts the same, has an equal right to be heard.

sometimes the voice of the people can be uncomfortable, sometimes worse than that, but each of us has to make a profound choice: either we trust the people or we don't.

yesterday I woke up

2011-12-29T20:40:00.001+02:00

sucking a lemon

everything
in its right place

occupy

2011-10-27T10:33:00.001+03:00

merely having an open mind is nothing; the object of opening the mind, as of opening the mouth, is to shut it again on something solid

the point is:

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it's very important that what you do is specific to the medium in which you're doing it, and that you utilise what is specific about that medium to do the work. and if you can't think about why it should be done this way, then it doesn't need to be done.

my shadow gazes up to the sky

2011-05-19T21:09:00.002+03:00

I was falling
as all the flowers are dying
and I hope that you'll come one day
and find the place
where all the souls are lying

maybe it's a middle-class

2011-02-20T23:36:00.002+02:00

british hang up, but I prefer the abstract concept of incoherence in the face of great feeling to beautiful, full sentences that convey little emotion

the king of limbs

2011-02-16T23:23:00.002+02:00

excited excited exciting

the attempt to impose

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upon man, a creature of growth and capable of sweetness, to ooze juicily at the last round the bearded lips of God, to attempt to impose, I say, laws and conditions appropriate to a mechanical creation, against this I raise my sword-pen

write it all down

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just the truth, no rhymes, no embellishments, no adjectives

did you know that dickens

2010-09-21T22:27:00.002+03:00

invented thirteen thousand characters? thirteen thousand! that's a character a day for the whole of his working life. what have I done today? dropped the kids off at school, listened to the new National album, played a stupid game on my computer... that's why I'm not dickens: kids. dickens' wife would've done the school run. I'm all for feminism but it's cost me my one shot at immortality.

coastal people

2010-08-19T16:07:00.002+03:00

never really know what the ocean symbolizes to land-locked inland people - what a great distant dream it is, present but unseen in the deepest levels of subconsciousness, and when they arrive at the ocean and the conscious images are compared with the subconscious dream there is a sense of defeat at having come so far to be so stopped by a mystery that can never be fathomed.

quality for sheep

2010-08-12T23:53:00.002+03:00

is what the shepherd says. and if you take a sheep and put it up at the timberline at night when the wind is roaring, that sheep will be panicked half to death and will call and call until the shepherd comes, or comes the wolf.

(1781) our age is the genuine age

2010-07-20T23:38:00.002+03:00

of criticism, to which everything must submit. religion through its holiness and legislation through its majesty commonly seek to exempt themselves from it. but in this way they excite a just suspicion against themselves, and cannot lay claim to that unfeigned respect that reason grants only to that which has been able to withstand its free and public examination

the church of reason

2010-07-10T23:53:00.002+03:00

he didn't get whipped. he didn't work. and the cart of civilization, which he supposedly was being trained to pull, was just going to have to creak along a little slower without him.

this is a tragedy, however, only if you presume that the cart of civilization, "the system", is pulled by mules. this is a common, vocational, "location" point of view, but it's not the Church attitude.

the Church attitude is that civilization, or "the system" or "society" or whatever you want to call it, is best served not by mules but by free men.

looking in the mirror

2010-06-06T21:01:00.002+03:00

staring back at me, isn't so much a face as the expression of a predicament. a bit melodramatic, I guess... but then again, my heart has been broken.

inequality should not

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be woven into the fabric of our lives, people of compassion and goodwill should never journey without hope, and no injustice should endure forever.

it is a pity

2010-04-28T07:46:00.001+03:00

that so many young writers drawn from the proletariat can make no better use of their working class experience than as material for introspective novels

she told me not to step on the cracks

2010-04-17T12:33:00.001+03:00

I told her not to fuss and relax
pretty little face stopped me in my tracks
but now she sleeps with one eye open
that's the price you pay

the steer who had been gored

2010-04-13T07:21:00.001+03:00

had gotten off his feet and stood against the stone wall. none of the bulls came near him, and he did not attempt to join the herd.

I don't smoke

2010-03-31T22:07:00.003+03:00

I drink only occasionally, and I'd sooner saw my own feet off than touch anything harder than a double espresso. I don't want to get out of my head: that's where I live.

victory is mine

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bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land

but do you know what I've always wanted to do?

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I would pick it up, throw its back legs over my shoulder and drag it through the snow to this little cabin. and there, I'd hang it up between a couple of trees, cut it open, drain it, dress it. and then I'd take my big hunting knife and I'd cut this loin, right out of the side.

and I'd go into the cabin and there'd be this woman, waiting for me. standing by one of those old stoves with a big black pipe. and I'd hand it to her, and she'd put it in a cast-iron skillet and then I'd sit at the table. and she'd bring it to me. and I'd wipe my knife on my knee.

and then I would eat it, while she watches.

recently I've been thinking

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that I needed to empty the backpack, before I knew what to put back in it.

I remember, one morning

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getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. you know, that feeling? and I remember thinking to myself: so this is the beginning of happiness, this is where it starts. and of course there will always be more.

it never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. it was happiness. it was the moment. right then.

doctor, what is happening to me?

2010-02-08T09:31:00.002+02:00

palpitations
my mind's diseased
even my vision is impaired
I'm losing my hair

(вчера станаха точно четири години от началото на този блог. благодаря на все още четящите.)

I paused to listen to the silence

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my breath, crystallized as it passed my cheeks, drifted on a breeze gentler than a whisper. the day was dying, the night being born - but with great peace.

in that instant I could feel no doubt about man's oneness with the universe.

2+2=5

2010-01-31T12:34:00.000+02:00

go and tell the king
that the sky is falling in
when it's not

my heroes had the heart

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to lose their lives out on a limb
and all I remember
is thinking
I want to be like them

who is speaking in this way?

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... it will always be impossible to know, for the good reason that all writing is itself this special voice, consisting of several indiscernible voices, and that literature is precisely the invention of this voice, to which we cannot assign a specific origin: literature is that neuter, that composite, that oblique, into which every subject escapes, the trap where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.

but we did nothing

2009-12-24T12:18:00.002+02:00

absolutely nothing that day, and I ask:
what the hell am I doing drinking in LA, at 26?

and all of a sudden

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nobody can think of anything to say. beneath me, this awful city... it screams like an abattoir of retarded children and the night reeks of fornication and bad consciences.

she'd only loved two things

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the first was her long dark hair. the second was how easily she could cut it off and feel nothing.

suddenly I turned around

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and she was standing there
with silver bracelets on her wrists
and flowers in her hair
she walked up to me so gracefully
and took my crown of thorns
come in, she said
I'll give you
shelter from the storm

likely a white male

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in his late twenties or thirties. he likely is not a college graduate but nonetheless feels superior to those with advanced education, and he is likely employed in a bureaucratic entity, possibly civil service or quasi-civil service from which he feels alienated.

he has a problem with authority and a deep-seated resentment of those who he feels have impeded his progress professionally... he has trouble with lasting relationships and is possibly a high-functioning alcoholic.

the hair...

2009-11-05T23:28:00.001+02:00

they say the hair is everything, you know... have you ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to sleep forever?

and now he began to see

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for the first time the unbelievable magnitude of what man, when he gained power to understand and rule the world in terms of dialectic truths, had lost. he had built empires of scientific capability to manipulate the phenomena of nature into enormous manifestations of his own dreams of power and wealth - but for this he had exchanged an empire of understanding of equal magnitude: an understanding of what it is to be a part of the world, and not an enemy of it.

the fisherman and his soul

2009-10-26T23:31:00.001+02:00

what men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but the body of the soul.

here's step thirteen

2009-10-18T22:49:00.002+03:00

everything disappears. love, trees, rocks, steel, plastic, human beings... none of us get out alive. now, you can huddle in a group and face it one day at a time, or you can be grateful that when your body rubs against somebody else's it explodes with enough pleasure to make you forget even for a minute that you're a walking pile of ashes.

now that is the truth. if you're strong enough, it'll make you free.

writing about yourself

2009-10-05T18:19:00.002+03:00

in eighty thousand words or thereabouts is like cleaning the garage. you're writing about your life and you go in and you think, god, look at the mess of it, and you start going through it and you realise there's so much junk you don't need anymore. and every now and again you find something that breaks your heart and makes you remember things, and then you find stuff that you wish you never bought ... and there are spiders.

кръгозори надвесени

2009-10-04T20:50:00.005+03:00

странно е как дъждът променя всичко
заспивам нощем
и се събуждам сутрин
с еднакво настроение
никога не ми се е случвало

нямам вече собствени мисли
и чужди нямам назаем
само дъжд по прозореца и навън
и навсякъде

to live only for some future goal

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is shallow. it's the sides of the mountain which sustain life, not the top. here's where things grow.

we take a handful of sand

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from the endless landscape of awareness around us and call that handful of sand the world.

I want to tell you a story

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a cargo ship sank one night. it caught fire and went down. and only this one sailor survived. he found a lifeboat, rigged a sail, and, being of a nautical discipline, turned his eyes to the heavens and read the stars. he set a course for his home and, exhausted, fell asleep.

clouds rolled in. and for the next twenty nights, he could no longer see the stars. he thought he was on course, but there was no way to be certain. and as the days rolled on, and the sailor wasted away, he began to have doubts.

had he set his course right? was he still going on towards his home? or was he horribly lost and doomed to a terrible death? the message of the constelations - had he imagined it because of his desperate circumstance?

or had he seen the truth once and now had to hold on to it without further reassurance?

one is the loneliest number

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that you'll ever do
two can be as bad as one
it's the loneliest number since the number one

I smelt your scent on the seatbelt

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tell me where's your hiding place
I'm worried I'll forget your face
and I've asked everyone
I'm beginning to think I imagined you all along

no man can wear

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one face to himself and another to the multitude without finally getting bewildered as to which may be true.

there's more to life

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than money, you know... don't you know that? and here you are, and it's a beautiful day.

видя ли пеперудите?

2009-07-30T02:01:00.003+03:00

попитала чак тогава предпазливо. не, отвърнал уморено и легнал от своята страна, нищo не видях, сигурно са отлетели.

the world breaks every one

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and afterward many are strong at the broken places. but those that will not break it kills. it kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. if you are none of those you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.

I went out the door

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and suddenly I felt lonely and empty. I had treated seeing catherine very lightly, I had gotten somewhat drunk and had nearly forgotten to come but when I could not see her there I was feeling lonely and hollow.

I had drunk much wine

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and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained, winefully, how we did not do the things we wanted to; we never did such things.

I want to hold your little hand

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if I can be so bold
and be your right hand man
till your hands get old
and then when all the feeling's gone
just decide if you want to keep holding on

I want to hold your little hand
if I can be so bold

the earth turns

2009-06-29T00:48:00.001+03:00

but we don't feel it move. and one night you look up... one spark, and the sky is on fire. the past is the torch that lights our way, where our fathers have shown us the path.

in no chess problem

2009-06-15T18:36:00.002+03:00

since the beginning of the world has black ever won. did it not symbolize the eternal, unvarying triumph of good over evil? the huge face gazed back at him, full of calm power. white always mates.

you can't conceive, my child

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nor can I or anyone, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of god.

our deepest fear

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is not that we're inadequate. our deepest fear is that we're powerful beyond measure. it is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us the most. we ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? actually, who are you not to be?

you are a child of god. your playing small does not serve the world. there's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. we are all meant to shine, as children do.

that's all it takes

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nothing more than a few words and the softest touch, and your life is different, won't ever be the same again. man dies, leaves you the mystery map to the secret island: happens every day. but you get a smile from someone you want: well, that's special.

that's worth the journey.

at the top I'm stopping by

2009-05-12T08:50:00.001+03:00

your place of work and acting like
I haven't dreamed of you and I
and marriage in an orange grove

you are the only thing
in any room you're ever in
I'm stubborn, selfish and too old

за покойните се моли така

2009-05-05T17:09:00.002+03:00

сякаш твоята душа се намира в ада, сред пламъците, и самият ти се мъчиш. чувствай техните мъки в сърцето си и пламенно, пламенно се моли за упокоението им в място светло, място злачно и място прохладно, където няма никаква болка, скръб и въздишка

don't you just take the past

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and put it in a room in the basement, and lock the door and never go in there? that's what I do. and then you meet someone special and all you want to do is toss them the key, and say, open up, step inside...

but you can't because it's dark and there are demons. and if anybody saw how ugly it is...

in going where you have to go

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and doing what you have to do
and seeing what you have to see
you blunt and dull the instrument you write with.

but I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone and hammer it into shape and put whetstone to it, and know I had something to write about, than have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well-oiled in the closet, but unused.

this much I know

2009-04-09T20:00:00.002+03:00

when the storm breaks, each man acts in accordance with his own nature. some are dumb with terror. some flee. some hide. and some... spread their wings like eagles and soar in the wind.

look out there

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there is a whole world waiting for you. innocence is the most precious thing you possess. lose that and you lose your soul.

forget the past

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there's nothing there, not even memories, just a road you never travelled, unwinding backwards to a place you never came from where fruit grows on trees you never climbed, in an orchard where you lost your virginity to a boy called timothy who died of horlicks poisoning before you were born. no answers there.

are you desirable?

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are you irresistible? maybe if you drank bourbon with me it would help.

if you carefully plant a good seed

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you will joyfully gather good fruit

may pretty horses

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come to you
as you sleep

there's a hole in my neighbourhood

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down which of late I cannot help but fall

no matter how many awards

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or column inches are written about you, or how high the elected office is for me, it's still not enough. we still feel like the little man. the loser. they told us we were, a hundred times, the smart asses in college, the high ups. the well-born. the people who's respect we really wanted. really craved. and isn't that why we work so hard now, why we fight for every inch? scrambling our way up in undignified fashion.

if we're honest for a minute, if we reflect privately, just for a moment, if we allow ourselves a glimpse into that shadowy place we call our soul, isn't that why we're here?

I'm not frightened

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I'm not frightened of anything. the more I suffer, the more I love. danger will only increase my love. it will sharpen it. it will give it spice. I'll be the only angel you need. you will leave life even more beautiful than you entered it. heaven will take you back and look at you and say: only one thing can make a soul complete

and that thing is love.

it was not her fault

2009-01-29T00:38:00.002+02:00

that when he went to her he was already over. how could a woman know that you meant nothing that you said; that you spoke only from habit and to be comfortable? after he no longer meant what he said, his lies were more successful with women than when he had told them the truth.

it was not so much that he lied as that there was no truth to tell.

я животное

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ты же видишь, я животное. у меня нет слов, меня не научили словам, я не умею думать, эти гады не дали мне научиться думать. но если ты на самом деле такой... всемогущий, всесильный, всепонимающий... разберись! загляни в мою душу, я знаю, там есть все, что тебе надо. должно быть. душу-то ведь я никогда и никому не продавал! она моя, человеческая! вытяни из меня сам, чего же я хочу, - ведь не может же быть, чтобы я хотел плохого!

this is the essence of discrimination

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formulating opinions about others not based on their individual merits, but rather on their membership in a group with assumed characteristics.

I saw myself

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sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

and what is good, phaedrus

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and what is not good -
need we ask anyone to tell us these things?

so what now?

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I guess we just keep dancing...

and the sign said

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the words of prophets are written on subway walls

I need you tonight

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cause I'm not sleeping
there's something about you girl
that makes me sweat

some kind of triangle

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we keep passing unseen through little moments of other people's lives.

like those in the valley behind us

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most people stand in sight of the spiritual mountains all their lives and never enter them, being content to listen to others who have been there and thus avoid the hardships. some travel into the mountains accompanied by more experienced guides who know the best and least dangerous routes by which they arrive at their destination. still others, inexperienced and untrusting, attempt to make their own routes. few of these are successful, but occasionally some, by sheer will and luck and grace, do make it. once there they become more aware than any of the others that there is no single or fixed numbers of routes. there are as many routes as there are individual souls...

when you try to climb a mountain to prove how big you are, you almost never make it. and even if you do, it's a hollow victory. in order to sustain the victory you have to prove yourself again and again in some other way, and again and again and again, driven forever to fill a false image, haunted by the fear that the image is not true and someone will find out.

that's never the way.

the audacity of hope

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I believe that we have a righteous wind at our backs, and that as we stand on the crossroads of history, we can make the right choices and meet the challenges that face us.

I'd flip through catalogues and wonder

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what kind of dining set defines me as a person?

(12) john wants to marry a girl with green eyes

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apart from anything else, john, like most of us at one time or another, may be subject to irrational and contradictory desires: he might resolutely maintain that he wants to marry somebody he does not want to exist.

it may be argued that, if john wants to marry a girl with green eyes, having no specific girl in mind, he must nonetheless want it to be the case that there is a girl with green eyes such that he marries her...

I do not find this argument at all persuasive.

фьони е кафява

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светло кафява.

кадифено меки са перата й.
фьони мъти кръгли речни камъни
седем.

Това е Фьони.

Това са камъните Фреска, Фон, Фретон, Фритоли, Персифедрон, Орон, Жиг.

Камъните също са кафяви.
Светлокафяви, продълговато кръгли.
Камъните много си приличат.
Само Фьони може да ги различи.
Само Фьони може да ги назове по име.
Фреска
Фон
Фретон
Фритоли
Персифедрон
Орон
и Жиг.
Фьони ще им бъде нежна майка.

Това е Фреска.

Фреска е единственото й момиче.
Прекалено женствена ще бъде тя.
Трябва да внимава с нея -
красота и доброта
събрани заедно
добро не носят.

Това е Фон.

Фон ще бъде доверчив и непохватен.
Ще се разболее от детски паралич
и ще му изсъхне
лявото крило.
Горкичкият.

Това е Фретон.

Това е Жиг.

Фретон - груба сила
без чувствителност.
Ще извади едното оченце на Жиг.

Това е Фритоли.

Това е ножът.
Фритоли ще бъде весел дебелак.
Склонност към шеги без остроумие.
Ще го заколят млад.

Това е Персифедрон.

Любимецът на Фьони е Персифедрон.
Пъргав и стеснителен,
поривист и сдържан -
всичко това едновременно!

Орон.

Орон - тъмен характер,
мистична душа.
Няма да признае Фьони за родител.
Възмездие за сторен грях -
преди, някога, далече назад...

Това е Жиг.

Това е Фретон.

Жиг ще има хитро изражение.
А когато Фретон му извади едното оченце,
лицето му ще захитрее още повече.

Фьони мъти кръгли речни камъни.
Двадесет и второ денонощие.
Ослушва се.
С нежна човка чуква върху Фреска.
Тишина.
Фьони разсъждава така:
Забави се Фреска.
И Фон се забави.
И Фретон.
И Фритоли.
И Персифедрон.
Орон и Жиг -
също така.
И е тъжно това.
Много е тъжно това.
Има ли нещо по-тъжно от това?

Ах, нека се парализира Фон!
Ах, нека ослепее Жиг!
Ах, нека заколят Фритоли!
Ах, нека, ах, нека!
Само да имаше!
Ах, да имаше:
Фреска
Фон
Фретон
Фритоли
Персифедрон
Орон
и Жиг!

Уви, това е невъзможно:
Фьони мъти кръгли речни камъни.

Фьони е тъжна. Фьони плаче.

Камъните са тъжни. И камъните плачат.

почивай в мир.

hear my echo, dancing bear

2008-09-27T14:34:00.002+03:00

send seasonal greetings from nowhere

I'm working and playing away

remember the moment of leaving

yesterday, yesterday

It's a great thing

2008-09-25T10:06:00.001+03:00

when you realize you still have the ability to surprise yourself.

then he which had received the one talent

2008-09-17T21:42:00.003+03:00

came and said, Lord, I knew thee that thou art an hard man, reaping where thou hast not sown, and gathering where thou hast not strawed:

and I was afraid, and went and hid thy talent in the earth: lo, there thou hast that is thine.

his lord answered and said unto him, thou wicked and slothful servant, thou knewest that I reap where I sowed not, and gather where I have not strawed:

thou oughtest therefore to have put my money to the exchangers, and then at my coming I should have received mine own with usury.

take therefore the talent from him, and give it unto him which hath ten talents.

for unto every one that hath shall be given, and he shall have abundance: but from him that hath not shall be taken away even that which he hath.

and cast ye the unprofitable servant into outer darkness: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth.

I don't need to sell my soul

2008-09-09T22:42:00.000+03:00

he's already in me.

I wanna be adored

електролитна дисоциация

2008-09-03T10:30:00.003+03:00

анионите към катода.

катоините към анода.

everything in its right place.

п.с. chrome не е никак зле.

никак не харесвам социални мрежи

2008-08-30T20:31:00.002+03:00

и сайтове за запознанства:

През последната седмица invisiblechild не е изпратил нито една покана за приятелство Той не е получил нито една покана за приятелство.
invisiblechild няма нито един приятел.

знам, че съм малко кофти, но трябва ли да ми се натяква толкова грубо?

and if he was calm like you

2008-08-19T09:19:00.001+03:00

locked up inside of your loops
then he'd know full well
that all he had to say was
all he had to say was goodbye

I can assure you

2008-08-13T13:38:00.001+03:00

my intentions are strictly honourable.

que tan largo tiempo os ha esperado

2008-08-02T08:55:00.005+03:00

... y se dice que la princesa descendió al reino de su padre. y que ahí reinó con justicia y bondad, por muchos siglos. y que dejo tras de sí, pequeñas huellas de su paso por el mundo, visibles solo para aquel que sepa donde mirar.

you know that ringing in your ears?

2008-07-31T00:22:00.003+03:00

that 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeee'? that's the sound of the ear cells dying, like their swan song. once it's gone you'll never hear that frequency again.

enjoy it while it lasts.

ето едно самоописание

2008-07-19T10:12:00.002+03:00

от преди четири години, за списание библиотеката:

§ за себе си: 18 години, софия. не карам ски, сърф или скейт. понякога се разхождам из центъра и зяпам хората. и седя по пейките. и чета книги. не говоря много. не се набивам на очи. и обичам да слагам точката.
§ занимава се с: преди всичко и най-вече лентяйство. от онзи спешъл вид, който до нищо хубаво не води. също така с физика. и мъъъничко психология. но най-вече с книгочетене.
§ творчество: имам написани няколко тона поезия, която за нищо не става и двайсетина хубави стихотворения. и няколко импресии, които си обичам. но напоследък никак не мога да пиша. сигурно остарявам.
§ като музика: остава, белослава, radiohead, placebo, faith no more, unkle, ebtg, rhcp, portishead, nirvana, korn, etc etc etc. напоследък умирам за ян тиерсен. но като цяло трип-хоп + джаз = моята музика. и изобщо всичко, което е алтернатива на поп, рок и хип-хоп.
§ последните три песни, които ми харесаха: franz ferdinand - this ffffire; semisonic - secret smile; tool - schism.
§ литература: кажи-речи каквото ми падне пред очите - това. избягвам обаче прекалено розови романи и също астрология и пилешка супа. може да се каже, че лелея за сериозна литература (тоест такава, класическа, немодерна и на места скучновата); обаче пък понякога умирам за фентъзи.
§ любимите ми книги: "Нещо се случи", "Форест Гъмп" и едно томче на Хемингуей

не съм се променил много.

I'm not living

2008-07-10T22:25:00.002+03:00

I'm just killing time

не съм много сигурен за какво да мечтая сега

she was sitting up now

2008-06-30T02:23:00.001+03:00

my arm was around her and she was leaning back against me, and we were quite calm. she was looking into my eyes with that way she had of looking that made you wonder whether she really saw out of her own eyes. they would look on and on after everyone else's eyes in the world would have stopped looking. she looked as though there were nothing on earth she would not look at like that, and really she was afraid of so many things.

I am the third revelation

2008-06-25T22:13:00.002+03:00

I have a competition in me. I want no-one else to succeed. I hate most people... there are times when I look at people and I see nothing worth liking. I see the worst in people. I don't need to look past seeing them to get what I need. I've built my hatreds up over the years, little by little

търся те

2008-06-22T17:41:00.002+03:00

но знам
няма как да се намерим
скитаме сами

оказа се, че всъщност нямам кой знае колко много притежания.

have you ever kissed a girl?

2008-06-17T23:00:00.003+03:00

- I don't know.
- you don't know?... open your mouth. open, like this. like you were tasting something very good... and very soft. like this. close your eyes. it's okay, ray.
- yeah.
- how was that?
- wet.
- then we did it right.