Author: JulioSueco
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Amén
Stolen at mouse point from Tijuana/Beirut: We come from a long line of wanderers. We believe that ideas must travel. We carry information with us across highlands, over mountains. We collect along the way as we skim oceans and dip into valleys or hide in forests. We barter and trade. We never horde. We carry…
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Mental hogwash
Here in Sweden I have been put to a battery of mental hogwash unprecedented for me. Not only have I internalized angst as part of internal dish washing but also battle certain narratives that run through my ens. I tell you, you cannot underestimate the power of another culture. Though am still strong in my…
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aches and pains
Boy, is age a bitch! Not only am I ailing and wailing both intrinsically and exteriorly but am depressed and I live on the countryside in Sweden. Top that off! Worst is that I managed to finally, after seven hundred years in Sweden, to see the irony in the word Sweden: Sw -eden, get it?…
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Swedish Jeremia
It’s a hot summer day in Sweden. Am darn sure the neysayers are in lockstep now to denounce the end of days. Back in May we had a few lovely sunny, blue skies like these ones. The Jeremias were out in force in no time. The farmers this and the farmers that. The media decried…
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ambiguo
Nothing brings me more joy to my hearts delight then when I confuse people about my ethnicity. I just love it. I will give an example of said ventures of mine that tickles my belly silly. I recently came across a Spaniard and spoke only English with him. He asked me where I was from,…
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w ord
The word forms me La palabra me forma labra I saw it today -¨ There is all kinds of seeing one of them is seeing when one reads Una de esas es ver al leer No se acostumbra ver al leer pero eso es la palabra: ver: verbo. Vi Vi en sueco significa <em>nosotros; </em>we.…
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Stockholm Rucks
Listening to You/Me I was prompted to republish an old poem I made of my impressions of Stockholm. You/Me Taking an aimless stroll Through these tacit atmospheres I gaze about aloof Near throngs of people by Slowly making headway An halcyon wanders into view A solace embraces my senses That wavers through and by Along…
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on the pasture of the yond
I saw the birth of the Swedish Savannah today. I kid not. My body in tune with the frolicking of the pasture, Though frost bites its teeth lack strength. Though only for an hour, a part of the day. I know the morrow brings its bitter wintry surprise. Inasmuch as the cloud that crosses the…
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passing by
The window isn’t that big, really. The view, however, offers endless horizons. It was at this point that I observed the many shades of lights a normal late May day could offer before the midnight sun struck its aura in full force at 9 pm here in the lovable highlands of Sweden. I really saw…
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dying to know you
The curious thing about dying is not that you are dying but the agony of knowing you are going to die. Even more so when one considers how random death is, for God’s sake, I could die writing, as we speak, as I write this last sentence. Off course, then it would be up to…
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fraidy cat
For all intents and purposes am a shit little fraidy cat when it comes to religion. Last night I dreamt I saw the universe riddled with letters and numbers. This would on other occasions be a rich source of inspiration but not this time nor when I was dreaming my dream. I remember seeing the…
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The whip
Every since I started my English studies my white professors usually tend to lash their structure whip at my writing. Here in Sweden, both at Stockholm University and Karlstad University I have come across the critique that my writing is erratic. I lack focus, there is no structure and they generally nag once they finally…