Små ljud som överröstar allting Den öronbedövande tystnaden som uppstår när du inte längre andas Jord mot trä Vind i trädkronor Din röst som inte längre sjunger Förutom i mitt minne En klocka som tickar Räknar sekunder men ingen vet hur många du har kvar Jag har hört att världen går vidare…
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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What’s in a name?
I changed my name a few weeks ago. Thought I’d share a few tips on how to handle the situation if you’re going to interact with me, or with someone else you know who’s changed their name. What to do? Use my new name. Not only in my presence, but…
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Conjunction
Heart pounding Waiting for the moment I’m not ready Not even nearly But I’ll never be completely So I wait And brace myself In fear and anticipation It’s going to happen Sooner or later I know it has to happen The signs are right The time will come A moment…
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Hang in there
Hang in there It will only hurt for a while Just a little bit longer Then you’ll be Legit As Fuck You will have your way And in the end they’ll all forget That there ever was another way You’ll feel at ease with the world And at peace with…
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Forever
One of my favourite webcomics recently came to an end. Check it out. Also, why would anything be less worthwhile just because it is limited in time? Wouldn’t that rather make it more beautiful? Permanence, on the other hand, now that’s a scary thing. Love and transience, Winterdragon
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In memoriam
I’ve been wanting to write to you for ages now, but nothing comes. I’ve tried, I’ve thought about what I want to say, I’ve even taken the time. But ten weeks have passed, and I’m none the nearer to any declaration of anything at all, or even a poetic rant.…
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Nej
Nu tar molnen mark Jag var förblindad av att solen sken så stark Men mina ögon kommer alltid le mot dig Kan det begäras mer av mig? Nej. Jag finner inga egna ord för det här än. Winterdragon
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I let myself flow I swim through my mind back and forth My soul still sings the song we wrote together We once had a dream We had everything We rode to the end of the world We rode on searching We climbed skyscrapers But they were destroyed The peace…
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Vår
Tussilago! Yay! Titta vad jag hittade under min löptur idag! Våren är definitivt här. Med sol och vind och lycka. Jag kunde inte låta bli att ge ifrån mig ett vårskrik. Jag tycker om årstider! Och mitt liv går ganska bra just nu. Jag har kul, jag åstadkommer fler saker…
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Writings and self-beratings
Sigh. I’m in a particularly angsty period at the moment, triggered by all sorts of stuff that really shouldn’t bother me. It makes me useless and unproductive, and the neglecting of chores builds stress which induces further incapacity to get a hold of myself and do something meaningful with my…