Meetings at fall

photo: Karin Bussy Broman

I met you out there, and the sun was actually up and the trees were in numerous colours and just bright. I hadn´t seen you for a while, neither in real reality nor on the internet, you seemed more fragile than I´d remembered and though I´d sat down on a park bench you resolute forced me on my feet to an embrace.

If you read this, you´ll probably remember the moment, and I don´t mind, it´s strange now, how your appearance go straight to the emotional spot somewhere inside of me and stays there, evolving itself into a stubborn feeling of despair.

What is it that surrounds you that needs to burst out in the air but remains somewhere in between, never having the guts to let go, it glows like invisible radiation, but I sense it, only too severe.

You are swirling around in transcripted light, to keep the stir in your head just a stir. Because the truth is too fearful and so appalling, thrusts through your bones like acid could do, on the tip of the arrow, follows you like appearences of vicious ghosts. Once you put things in order there will be room for the intangible, better keep it going and hope for the gusts of evil to find another path to stroll.

I might be wrong here, of course, this is only in my head, but as it comes along everytime your energies mix with mine, and I can´t but believe, you long for something, and it surely isn´t me.

just a reminder ...

follow-up to previous post

... the winner is Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio. He was born in 1940 in Nice and has written books like "the African", "Desert" and "Révolutions". I´m sorry to say I didn´t know him, but he seems to be well known among readers.

"-at last!!"

It seems octopuses are interesting nowadays, Swedish television has a documentary on thursday evening in SVT1, at 20.00. The octopus is the most intelligent of all invertebrated animals, it says on the SVT webbsite, and there are ten different species along the Swedish west coast.
Maybe our newly started non-profit association, called the Octopus, is this city´s most intelligent one. :-)


These days also the Swedish Nobel Academy is about to announce this year´s winner in the category of litterature, there´s always a great stir and a lot of tension around that. Serious discussions in media, and spectacular betting in cultural circles. This year´s favourites are Claudio Magris, Joyce Carol Oates, Philip Roth, Amos Oz, Adonis, Ko Un among others. In swedish papers you´re able to put a vote, most voters though, believe in "somebody else", shows how hard it is to make a guess, and how the betters could make money when lucky ... We´ll hear all about the winner tomorrow on the 9th of October at 13.00., when the forever lasting and incessant secretary Horace steps out in the hall. Surpise! and .... "-at last!"

Seed

This picture is titled "Seed", it´s actually an acorn, painted with oilpastell crayons.
The painting was showed in the exhibition I attended together with Korean artist Yeon Hee Lee in spring 2007. It was thereby sold to two friends of mine.