“Det är så mycket som inte får rum om sommarn och hösten och våren […] Allting som är skyggt och lite märkvärdigt. Somliga slags nattdjur och folk som aldrig passar in nånstans och som ingen tror på. De håller sig undan hela året och sen när det är lugnt och…
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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Running up that mountain
I talked a lot about love in my new year’s post. I failed to mention an important one, though. Last year it finally happened: I fell in love with running. Absolutely and totally head over heels. At the beginning of the year I was still struggling with getting my good…
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Happy old year, and hopeful new one
Good gods. So, so many things are happening in my life, and very soon this year has come to an end. December has been tumultuous and fantastic, much like the rest of the year. A couple of lovely melodic death metal concerts with good company (Amon Amarth and Dark Tranquility,…
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I love my life
My life of late? Some ups and downs, but mostly freakin’ sky-highs. A splendid birthday party filled with good friends, nice stories, lovely hugs and two masterpieces of cakes. Beautiful concerts and spectacular shows, great roleplaying, cozy choir-singing, better company than I could ever ask for. Days and nights filled…
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I will write
I will write in words of fire. I will write them on your skin. I will write about desire. Write beginnings, write of sin. You’re the book I love the best, your skin only holds my truth, you will be a palimpsest lines of age rewriting youth. You will not…
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Amanda Palmer, fever and awesomeness
Been back for just over a week now. Presently lying at home, snivelling and coughing, attempting to defeat a cold. I shouldn’t be surprised; what with coming home just in time for cold season and getting thrown into cold, dark and rain it is not more than could be expected.…
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Leaving one home for another
Last day of work. Tomorrow I’m going back to Sweden. My heart is all over the place. I’m not ready for this. I want to stay here at this calm and beautiful place and get to know this oh-so-interesting island even better. I love working here, I love breathing here,…
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Mountains of Madness
To observe observing observers can be interesting. If for no other reason then for the sheer meta-ness of it. It seems to take a special kind of personality to willingly go away to a faraway island, and spend two weeks at the top of a mountain looking at the Sun…
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Mina äventyr på La Palma
Jag lovade min kära faster att skriva något på svenska. Så varsågod faster och övriga svenskspråkiga, här kommer en sammanfattning av mina äventyr på La Palma. Alla bilder går att klicka på för att se i större format. Där inget annat anges har jag själv fotat med min inte alltför…
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A good day
And so the good mood returns, with a vengeance. Today was a splendid day. The seeing was fantastic well into the afternoon, and we observed a group of sunspot in an active region where flare after flare was going off before our eyes. The data set from today alone might…