Like light shining through a gap in the clouds. Water running over worn stones. The wind sliding over a leaf. It has all been there forever. And you still don’t know what infinity means.
The Ghost In The Attic
Up there. You're sure up there is something that is part of everything you've ever feared. And that it will eat you alive if you go there, kill you or at the very least haunt you forever.
Through The Heart
It happened so fast it didn't even hurt. I know I'm torn, but after I'd cried all I could and there was none left I knew it would mend, I would see things beyond that hole I feel. And that I would be able to see it for what it maybe not necessarily was, but what it very well could be. If I only let it.
By My Color You Will Know Me
At least that's what you'll think. That you have it all figured out. But when I speak, what I say and how I say it will tell you who I am, that I'm neither shallow or hollow, but irregular and unpredictable, unique and a part of you as you are a part of me. Even if you wouldn't like it.
I'd been waiting for her all my life. Others tried I admit, but none of those captured me and finally, when I wasn't even looking anymore - she was there. And so now I don't just get Tom Traubert's blues, but I cry over the fields of Athenry as well.
Lay Me Down
Just lay me down on the soft ground where the forest will cover me with leaves and I will ease into the earth beneath me and every morning when the fog moves slowly between the trees you will remember that you didn't want to forget.
All You Could Ever Ask For
Was this place. Where you could sit all day and everybody in the house was used to you typing away on that old Smith & Corona and when the words wouldn't come you'd look up and out in the garden or to the trees beyond the road, feeling the sea behind all that. And at some point the muse would touch your shoulder, kiss your neck and remind you of dinner. Bliss.
A Wound That Will Never Heal
As I came back to Piraeus, I found your parents' house locked up and abandoned. You left no word where you had gone. The word had been said, the promise broken. The door is shut and nothing anybody could do would ever make things right again.
Thar She Blows
I remember watching a movie about the airship Norge flying over the North Pole in the Amundsen-Ellstworth Transpolar flight. That rather than the Hindenburg was my memory of airships and to this day i think of Umberto Nobile's ship whenever I see a blimp up there. How totally out of time they look. How peaceful and quiet and majestic. It's like a whale i guess. Just like a whale.
Hear And See
Jazz is, among other things, about being in the moment. Hearing what the others play. Hearing in your head what you're about to play. Photography is, among other things, also about being in the moment. Seeing what is going on around you. Visualizing the image you're about to take. And once you realize there are connections, similarities and whatnot, the possibilities are endless. Hear what you see, visualize what you're about to play.
The Things We See
... when we dare go look from some other point of view. From somewhere we might even feel uncomfortable about. Those things will either make you like your new position better or reassure you that the old one was the best to begin with so far. Anyway you developed, took control and are a better person for doing so.
Maybe It Cried A Little
Too many things we don't know. Too many questions without answers, too many we can't even think of. It grew up. It reacted to the seasons, the sun, the rain and the wind. And it most certainly died. Don't you dare tell me it was never really alive.
A Storm Is Coming
The wind is chasing the clouds across the sky faster and faster. Round up the stragglers and get the small ones to their mothers. There is no place to hide up here except among each other.
It all fell into place. Made sense and a difference. To be there and open. To say what needed to be said and with the wind in the trees came a notion of a better place we could make this if you talk and i listen. I'd do the same for you and we'd end up looking at each other with new respect. And the place we made better would grow in the dying light of the day beyond horizons at night and i'd wonder where we'd be tomorrow when the sun comes up again.
The Way Is Shut
She slammed the doors shut behind her and boy was i mad. To leave me like that. The betrayal. The cold-heartedness. It was only later that i realized the door wasn't really there. It was only my fear and disbelief that left me pounding on it until the time would come when they called me in.
To The Roof
We took to the roof a lot in those years, sat there staring at the sky thinking about the places we would go. Which we did. Even though sometimes when we climbed back into the apartment through the window it seemed the only place we'd go would be four stories down, slamming into the garden. One of the cats did. Twice. She was never the same again.
He Got Away
As we looked up we saw the hole in the fence and along with the emptiness of the space he usually sat in, it made it absolutely clear that he was gone. We wouldn't know where to as the window was too high up, all you could see was the sky. But it was comforting to know that somewhere he would walk under that sky.
As You Like It
The Jester statue on Henley Street in Stratford-Upon-Avon.
"O noble fool, a worthy fool. The fool doth think he is wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool." William Shakespeare
I didn't even know what happened until Neill took us to the cathedral and then all i could do was think of the fire that night and how anyone could have thought that there ever was any reason good enough to justify this. Any of this.
My House Will Be
On a hill overlooking the water. Open to friends and whoever wants to be one. Filled with music all day and art and photographs on all walls. Having shelves and shelves of poetry and stories and just truth. Built around the pillow we share at night. The place i leave just to look forward to coming back to it.
I Hated You
For not loving me. For not being there. For leaving me behind with my pain in that place. With the sun so bright. The sea so blue. The sky so wide. There were no words, just the wall behind the church, in the morning still cold from the night. The wind on the road to Oia. A coffee at the harbor down in the caldera. I'd call you when i get back to Piraeus. And maybe get that book with the Pablo Neruda poems back.
I Remember Everything
I remember. The impossibility to find a comfortable position in the plastic chairs. The sound of an ash tray sliding off the plastic bolt-on tables when a bigger wave hit the ship and hitting the surprisingly uneven and slippery deck. The sun and the wind on my face which didn't bother me anymore after five months in the south. And the fact i was coming home to you. Everything.
Out on the fields this Friday morning, the first frost was here for the night, covering the leaves with little ice crystals outlining and emphasizing every tiny detail.
You could fire up Photoshop, take a picture of fallen leaves and one of naked trees against the sky and combine them. Or you could just open your eyes and see it happening in real life as i did here at Cologne's Rautenstrauch-Kanal. Nature almost always does it better.
From Down Here
I can see a bit of the sky through the blind windows up above, sometimes grey as the walls inside, sometimes a shining blue and that's when rays of light cut through the dust that covers everything. And i think to myself that in a place that huge there must be space for hope as well.
That's the elvish word for mushrooms. To believe it is and if a language like elvish even exists for a better reason than just entertaining nerds, is your choice. But if there is no space in this world for things that just might not be backed up by scientific proof, then there are no such things like fantasy, dreams or even hope. Cos these are beyond what we can actually see and comprehend.
2:30 in Westport
Sometimes looking up, looking away from the people, the cars, the billboards is enough to get a somewhat timeless view of things. Like the clocktower at the octagon in Westport, County Mayo in Ireland.
Color Me Blue
It is a tradition, and a very necessary at that, to brand the sheep in Ireland using a combination of colors. That combination stays in the family for generations and is used to sort out the sheep as they are spread all over the meadows on the mountains and in the valleys of Eire.
It's All Clear To Me Now
It's all there. Always has been. It's just the road under my feet that has taken me places so fast i couldn't seem to see the real beauty. I'll take care of that now. And cherish the moments. After all that's all we got.
Ripples And Rocks
Up at Lough Nadirkmore i ran my hands through the high grass, squinted when the sun broke through the clouds and seeing the ripples on the water i wondered who was crying now.
No Trace Of Green
That it's green that's a given. But did i ever really appreciate the shades, the layers and the tiny lines on each and every leaf? I do now.
Lost And Found
On the graveyard of the Church OF Ireland in Tourmakeady, behind the abandoned church itself, behind the grave of Catherine Plunkett, covered in fern right at the very edge of the yard lies a tiny someone. The grave has no tombstone and nobody has been caring for it for a very long time. I like to think now that I've seen it, the child is not forgotten.
At Mayor's Field
The Parkavera lock (Parkavera is anglicisation of the iirish phrase for "the mayor's field") at the Eglinton canal in Galway. The canal has been built between 1848 and 1852 and today the lower gates have been removed and the lock is permanently opened.
I've Been Looking At You Forever
Time is moving slow, very slow. Even if places like the stock market would make it seem different. Go someplace real, like the small village of Lunestedt in Northern Germany.. At some point in time, this house was perfectly straight, built by family, friends and neighbors. Over decades and decades, through wars, storms and seasons, the old barn is still standing, but giving in ever so slightly. Now that's time. Moving. On.
That's Me On The Other Side
What if that door wasn't locked at all but whenever i tried to open it, i'd be trying the same thing on the other side and that door will not move one iota?