Death is always around us, so is birth and creation. However, sometimes the ending just comes up more often in a couple of days than usual. Anywhere from being mentioned and reflected upon in say people I follow on YouTube,
The Dreaming Breakaway Civilization (Short Sci-Fi Story)
(The header illustration is by Vjekoslav Brešić 1926-2012)
You’re on a long space journey, a really long one, and you’re asleep, in a deep sleep.
Being hibernated in a pod for centuries would get you killed.
System Dwellers
Last night’s dream was played out in an insane asylum, psychiatric ward or a whatever you wanna call that. Everything was symbolic and metaphoric, and a reflection of what I’ve seen in people since I got back,
A Poem by Mak Dizdar Translated to Swedish and English
One of my favorite poems is Slovo o Čovjeku by Mak Dizdar. It really sums up existentialism, Zen and the nature of being a human – while at the same time filling me with the right kind of spirit and insight.
‘Ord om bokstav’ Poetry Book
During the last years I had written poetry and songs in Swedish, most of it short, expanding in meaning yet concise, while others are not of few words. The idea of making folk songs,
Music improvisation and fun in nature
Väg 7
This is a piece inspired by the road 7 over Hardanger. The video is based on clips from the roadtrip. Download the piece from my band camp.
Words read out tingle when it’s done honestly
It is in the moment of a laid back spring midday, when the temperature is just about right outside, inside and in that warm cup of joe, that I hear how wonderful the written word is.
Höstdikt ‘Samtal om vädret’
Svarta träd, prydda med enstaka löv,
i gult, eller rött.
Det är dimmigt,
molnen ligger lågt.
”Hade jag haft en häst,
Ur Dröm
Uppspolad. Väckt av vattennivån, salt ó sand. Någonstans sjönk jag i sömn, en dröm om ett liv. Det varade länge kändes det som, då.
Saltvatten inifrån, även här finns tårar. Hela livet drömde jag den återkommande stranden av uppvaknande.
Oči
Vidišli?
Osjetiš li ljude?
Koji lome suhe grane,
što su duša i oči,
od nekih drugih ljudi.Od kafića do globalne politike,
to su zaista kukavice!
Japanski Vjetar – Song for Fukushima 2011
It’s the 3rd year after the nuclear disaster in Japan. In March that year I wrote a song dedicated to the accident in Fukushima. It is in Bosnian and the text dwells on the topic of nuclear power,
Gold Flakes When I’m Alone
This is a song I wrote in the winter of 2010. Here are two versions, one with an electric guitar and one with a nylon acoustic guitar.
snow fall snow fall,