as the custom is, here i’ll post the title and first two sentences of the blog posts over this year (2018). let’s see how that goes.
I am Vertical
by Sylvia Plath
Es stāvu uz augšu
But I would rather be horizontal. Bet ļoti gribas būt šķērsām.
tea or coffe?
HOLES IN THE UNIVERSE
I cannot unlove you;
when the morning sings out moonlight,
as the snow turns to ashes at dawn, I
gently finger the rough edges
of what you left of me, leaving.
Serrated, larger than life, sharp,
silently seeping with something red.
TĀ TRAUSLĀ LĪNIJA ŪDEŅU KRASTĀ*
Reizi gadā es eju uz Nacionālo teātri. uz vienu konkrētu izrādi – “Teātra Žurka” (ar variācijām). un nē, man paši par sevi mūzikli nepatīk. man teātris vispār nepatīk, bet runa šoreiz nav par to.
VALUABLE LESSONS OF TODAY:
1. Olives and coffee poor breakfast make.
2. I hate lists.
I am fluent in a million ways of embarrassed silence
GOT SEASON 4
Darkness, politics and religion unite to deliver a mushy picture.
Upside: The filming locations are fabulous. Gorgeous even.
A BEER CAN
My kid brother died Aug 2, 2005. This is his lay.
This too is his lay, only written as a scene for a Creative non-fiction workshop on Aug 2, 2018, inspired by the excellent Inara Verzemnieks, a professor extraordinaire.
GAME OF THRONES, SEASON 6
This was a season almost likeable. The theme of violence, of course, continues stretching and developing. The scenery, all of it, is breathtaking.
WHAT SEEMS TO BE
The problem: Today’s presentations by mathematicians. This was lovely, so inspiring.
Spontaneous combustion is not in my plans. Spontaneous things are usually not in plans.
GREEN PEPPERED WITH WHITE
the clouds shook,
the green hair of the sod got
peppered with white, — and then
only the tips, green over grey,
stiff in the breeze,
the knife in my hands,
sticky with what
oranges produce, the
sharp spray in my nostrils,
stopping, for a moment,
what revolves in the dark.