Yonder Lies It

Month: March 2003

  • Act one: Drama out of proportions Anton: It will go fast, the remorse and qualms ails us, I promise it will go quickly. Cleops: We can not stand idle and do nothing. In history we will go down as the most cowards of all generations. Having power, we did not use it. Instead, we remain,…

  • Bueno, la guerra esta puesta a empezar. No hay nada en el mundo que lo impida. Historicamente los mandos militares tienen su propia manera de pensar. Nunca le hacen caso al pueblo, aun como un paí­s que se jacta de democrata como los EEUU. ¿Y quién puede con un ejercito de risas? dice Chomsky, casi…

  • I find it interesting to find interesting people. But these dark glasses season has got to stop, a little sunlight and suddenly non-vampires turn vampires, the sun turns into an anathema and the curses begin. Maybe it’s all in the squinting. Sweden is funny in that way. They curse the winter and they curse the…

  • La verdad sea dicha, y conste que no digo que la diga, me gusta ver a las mujeres. No, me encanta. Son hermosas, me gusta, y siempre veo algo hermoso en ellas. Aquí­ en Escandinavia me llaman la atención por la frialdad esa que muestran, parece que no, pero, se arreglan. Yo no sé como…

  • Well, being a writer is far more difficult than expected, and this at the Creative Writing level. It occurred to me the reason, the possible raison d’íªtre, that many writers lead a life that is tumultuous is because to many this is the only source of inspiration, they love so much what they do, that…

  • Went out for a stroll and decided to take a book with me, so I took David Lodge along. I started reading Consciousness and the Novel (2002) in the beginning of the term. I found it in the New Books section of Stockholms Library. Of eleven essays, two I totally skipped, of which the remaining…

  • Dear Lisia: Every now and then I get this sort of melancholy and I come to think of you. I often feel I betrayed you, that in the course of that drink we had, that intoxicating love we shared to the last drop, somewhere, lies were swallowed. Fantasies were lived and I was stabbed by…

  • Bueno, me acuerdo de las hormigas de mi niñez allá por la calle tercera, en casa de Doña Toyana. Nos entreteniamos con las rojitas, unos esquivandoles el paso, otros maltratandolas, causando así­ estragos éticos de que si era “bueno” matarlas o no. Los más malos hasta aceite o gasolina les echaban para luego verlas quemarse.…

  • Went out for a stroll and decided to take a book with me, so I took David Lodge along. I started reading Consciousness and the Novel (2002) in the beginning of the term. I found it in the New Books section of Stockholm’s Library. Of eleven essays, two I totally skipped, of which the remaining…

  • The soft velvet fabric of the sofa invited relaxation. The bar atmosphere was soothing and not too many people smoked. Chris and Licia sat by one of the sofas, ordered some red wine and began talking. They spoke of mundane things like the horoscope, what they liked, music and so on. A few giggles and…

  • Bueno, el ejercicio este de escribir diario algo tiene sus resultados, el flujo de las palabras se me salen sin mayor esfuerzo, ahora sólo tengo que controlar las teclas. Si viesen los errores que cometo antes de corregirlos, es una verdadera lata esto de presentar bien un texto. Aunque tiene sus recompensas porque si leyeran…

  • I’ve read thus far in this term several auto/biograpies/memoirs from the Victorian period, Edmund Gosse, Robert Graves, Strachey, Eminent Victorians: Florence Nightingale, Oliphant, Autobiography. Ed. Elizabeth Jay, and Virgina Woolf, “The Art of Biography”, “Sketch of the Past”. Its strikes me as curious how all more or less come from the same middle class background…