Tuesday, March 14, 2006


Originally uploaded by noqontrol.
Writing a letter
by RafaƂ Wojaczek

I'm sitting in a corner
in my room
locked on key

From time to time
to check
if I'm still alive
I prick myself with the pin
and I inject a drill
to the inside of my skull

either all those actions
are failing
or I'm already dead.

I'm sitting in a pool of blood
this is my blood I say
but I'm not that sure at all

In this case the blood
is from my animals
from nice dog
and other dog of mine
blood of my silent livestock

I dip my fingers in this liquid
darkening thickening
and write on the wall

any dead is better
than alive, just let it be dead

I look at my creation for a long time
every word
every single letter
and suddenly realize
that the wall is clean

WOJACZEK, Rafal, 1945-71, poet; lyrics deal with alienation and personal disintegration; obsession with ugliness and death; peculiar and drastic metaphors; Sezon (The Season, 1969), Ktorego nie bylo (Which Was Not, 1972), Nie skonczona krucjata (The Unfinished Crusade, 1972); Utwory zebrane (Collected Works, 1976).

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Chuck Norris facts

If you are a fan of Chuck Norris (or one of his apprentices, like my friend dancingnomad3), you have to check out this site. I have learned a lot!

Thursday, March 09, 2006


Originally uploaded by servusfranz.
angel on my desk
has the same face expression
but her eyes are closed
and her head is slightly tilted
to her left
and i don't really know if
she's guarding me or not
there are days when i really want her
to open her eyes and be like this doll
to look fearless into the abbys

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

talk talk talk shut up

Originally uploaded by caelusfulminum.
words words words
if only i could skip them
and talk only in ideas
the most important stuff
lies in the whitespace between the lines
so glue my lips shut
divert ideas inside
brew them like a warm stew
and pour them into the minds of angels

Friday, March 03, 2006

"After a while" by Veronica A. Shofstall

Here's one of my favourite poems; I should have shared it with your long time ago:

After A While
by Veronica A. Shoffstall

After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...

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