Ta det lugnt. Tänk på döden. Låt rösten i huvudet hålla käften en stund och bara lyssna. Allt behöver inte analyseras. Andas. Stilla det sjukliga begäret efter information. Tänk på döden. Gå, spring, cykla eller lyft saker tills kroppen inte orkar mer. Fortsätt lite till. Kollapsa. Notera inga resultat. Allt…
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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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Manouvering
I wasn’t going to write about this publicly until I succeeded. Until I had a result to show the world, a jubilant proof that persistence and hard work pays off in the end. Now that I’ve failed, that seems kind of stupid. Wouldn’t it just feed the social media thing…
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Drivkraftens ytlighet
Jag har tänkt på det där med att göra någonting meningsfullt av sitt liv. Jag skulle nog kunna drömma, fantisera, skriva ihop en motivering till att ägna mitt liv åt ungefär vad som helst. Få det att kännas värt, eller framför allt sammanhängande. Men så fort jag erkänner att jag…
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På balkongen
Saker att försöka odla på balkongen: Basilika & Bus Chili & Cirkuskonster Citronmeliss & Cykelpepp Fjädersparris & Fika Gräslök & Glädje Hemtrevnad & Hår Humle & Harmoni Jordgubbar & Jupiterskådning Kattgräs & Kattutsikt Krasse & Kattgos Kyndel & Kärlek Lagerträd & Livslust Lavendel & Lugn Mynta & Mys Oregano &…
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Glädjen sitter i kroppen
Tänk vilken glädje som kan bubbla upp, helt spontant en tisdagkväll på väg hem från jobbet. Trots cykelpendling tolv kilometer enkel väg, bryter ett stort leende fram, som solen mellan molnen. Trots regn och vind och oändligt många trapphus och att jag behövde jobba över i mer än en timme.…
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The shape of inspiration
I think I felt a spark of inspiration today. Perhaps it was the light of evening sky against a foreground of trees. Perhaps it was the coldness of the waterfall shocking me awake. Perhaps it was the softness of skin half-hidden beneath last year’s fallen leaves. Whatever shape it took,…
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Violent thoughts
How often do you think about violence? I do it often. The only thing I spend more time thinking about is probably sex. I never talk about it. Sometimes I write about it. I am not a violent person and I do not self-harm. I’m about as pacifist as hippies…
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Resignation
Painting by Clive Barker Happiness consists of getting enough sleep. Just that, nothing more. — Robert Heinlein (Starship Troopers) Why is it so easy to open up a gateway to the void inside? One minute you’re calm and full of sunshine and so fucking on top of things, the next…
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Normality is the new adventure
Long time, no see. Again. As usual, the longer I go without writing, the harder it is to think of something to write about. When I write every day or so it all just flows, but now there are so many things I could write about that I kind of…
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Summing up a decade
The 2010’s have gone by, and I have been blogging (more or less regularly) throughout the entire time. In the same space of time, I’ve lived out my twenties. Ten years is a staggering amount of time, yet it has flown by faster than pigs with wings. I’ve grown and…