Sometimes I wonder what contentment tastes like. I used to yearn for so many things. Trivial and grandiose. Achievable and impossible. Now I mostly yearn for the pressure to be taken off. Perhaps it is a pressure I’ve enthusiastically submitted myself to in becoming a student, but even so it…
Welcome
There are some who call me… Tim? Pronouns they/them. Former astrophysicist, current poet and storyteller, perpetual weirdo.
I intend to follow Mary Oliver’s Instructions for living a life:
1. Pay attention.
2. Be astonished.
3. Tell about it.
You are invited to follow along on my poetic life journey. This web page is mostly a blog where I irregularly share my poetry, recaps of adventures and general musings. For the most part I write in English, but occasional Swedish may occur. It’s been alive for 14 years and counting, although (like me) it has gone through some shape-shifting along the way.
For the latest posts, scroll down on this page. If you’re looking for a specific topic or post, you can find a search box and a tag cloud in the sidebar on this page.
If you’re curious about other pieces of art or science I’ve scattered across the internet, do take a look at my list of creations.
Well met, until our paths cross in Cyberspace or Meatspace. (Meatspace is my favourite, really. Hope to smell and touch you at some point.)
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One day
The unbroken spirit obscured and disquiet Finds clearness this trial demands And at the end of this day sighs an anxious relief For the fortune lies still in his hands If there’s a pensive fear, a wasted year A man must learn to cope If his obsession’s real Suppression that…
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Just keep on trying
Have you ever looked into the mirror and seen nothing but despair staring back at you from behind your own eyes? Have you ever felt stress coiling around your chest like a boa constrictor, for weeks and weeks? Have you ever looked around you only to find a world that…
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Too much light far too soon
I sleep all right, but still I’m so tired. It’s that time of year, I guess. When the light wakes up before I do and hurts my eyes. Making mud from snow and hurrying the flowers up from their beds while I’m left way behind. I wish I was ready…
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Soon
Once I reached for love Now I reach for life So soon… Winterdragon
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Inexplicable delight
Maybe sometimes happiness has a reason. But I think most of the time you simply find yourself with happiness thrust upon you, while you seek to rationalise to yourself the cause of this emotion. This has its uses, I’m sure; if you can identify correlations that may help you do…
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97 % trams
snöfall stjärnfall platt fall trattpall palla jobba orka plugga träplugg husglugg ugh vinter inte viner skiner solsekiner braskaminer brinn brinn brinn försvinn in kyla skyla långkalsong för trång vänta stanna stay vilken grej hej nej Kärlek och ord, Winterdragon
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A thousand nights, continued
One Thousand and One Arabian Nights, Vol 2 of 16 by Anonymous My rating: 3 of 5 stars A hundred and twenty-five nights into the layers upon layers of stories. Some further reflections: – A night is anywhere between three and forty-five minutes long. – The slutshaming knows no bounds.…
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A thousand nights and a night
30 nights into this colossus of a tale containing a staggering amount of layers of stories, I have taken away the following: Women are deceitful and unfaithful by nature, and it is a reasonable thing to kill them if they are found guilty of adultery. Better make sure that they…
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Progress
My desktop is nowhere near as messy as my mind is. Apparently it’s been four years since I took a course in statistics. A lot of neglect and a mental breakdown since then means there’s not much left of the knowledge in me, nevertheless I’m trying to use it for…