.: Today we frankly recognize that democracy can be n...

.: Today we frankly recognize that democracy can be n...: Fifteen apparitions have I seen; The worse a coat upon a coat-hanger, With bonds from the "Pigs" Counter yes... Is it hope ?...

Today we frankly recognize that democracy can be no more than talks and aspiration, and have rule not so much by the people as by the "cleverest politicians;" Politicians families and friends are like the old aristocracy, not of birth, not a plutocracy of wealth, but a true meritocracy of talent or...

Fifteen apparitions have I seen;
The worse a coat upon a coat-hanger,
With bonds from the "Pigs" Counter yes...

Is it hope ?...

.: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...

.: Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! co...: I the roses love in the gardens of ... Cast your mind on other days That we in coming days may be... In dreams begins human... So let u...

Red Rose, proud Rose, sad Rose of all my days ! come near me, while I sing the ancient ways...

I the roses love in the gardens of ...
Cast your mind on other days
That we in coming days may be...
In dreams begins human...
So let us make our life a single day,
And willingly ignore the night to come,
The night already past,
The little while we last.

.: Et hjerte uten takknemlighet er som et lys uten ve...

.: Et hjerte uten takknemlighet er som et lys uten ve...: There is no way to peace. Peace is the way... Candy Is dandy But liquor Is quicker And one thing for sure Winter is coming...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker, and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...

.: Festen er over, rommet står grått og tomt, jentene...: As I take my shoes from the shoemaker, and my coat from the tailor, so I take my religion from the priest. The best way to get the...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...

.: Der ewige Freide ist ein Traum, und nicht einmal e...: Everlasting peace is a dream, and not even a pleasant one; Say some... do they think ? Look at Africa... Very bad, how can be summar...

.: I expect to pass through this world but once; any ...

.: I expect to pass through this world but once; any ...: The lamps are going out all over Europe; If do not take care of our fellow people even black or withe, even with different believes. We ...

.: An expert is one who knows more and more about les...

.: An expert is one who knows more and more about les...: A positive science may be defined as a body of systematized knowledge concerning what is; a normative or regular science a body of syste...

.: THE EAGLE: Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager,...

.: THE EAGLE: Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager,...: All the coast's in the foam of the tumbling tide, And rustling pines at the waterside rise, At twilight the sea is no longer blue, But m...

THE EAGLE: Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager, Almost point-blank, a hunter hit an eagle...

All the coast's in the foam of the tumbling tide,
And rustling pines at the waterside rise,
At twilight the sea is no longer blue,
But multihued, like the sunset skies.
All colours imaginable in the world
All the tints of the earth and sky
On billows raised by the sturdy gale,
Flamboyant, like rainbows lie.

.: We must plan for freedom, and not only for securit...

.: We must plan for freedom, and not only for securit...: But spectacles have a function, and they function only when you put them on, to look through them at the world. It is the same with la...

We must plan for freedom, and not only for security , if for no other reason than that only freedom can make security secure. Look at the Arabic world is it a new war in the hole region ? Or only the old men how hold them selves to the power, can they be removed without more blood? Or...

But spectacles have a function, 
and they function only when you put them on,
to look through  them at the world.
It is the same with language.
It is the same with threads.
It is the same with killing people. 
It is the same with pulling down your fellow countrymen. 
That is to say,
One shouldn't waste one's life in spectacle-cleaning or
in talking about ? (You know).
The fundamental thing about human language is
that they can and should be used to describe 
something; and this something is, somehow, the
world and its leaders...

My friends and readers let us see the positive in the world :


You're the top !
You're the Coliseum !
You're the top !
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss,
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare sonnet,
You're Micky Mouse !
Think and do positive things...

Night and day you are the one...

.: To all my friends, please have a nice weekend !......

.: To all my friends, please have a nice weekend !......: Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager, Almost point-blank, a hunter hit an eagle. The eagle rose and calmly left its crag And at its m...

To all my friends, please have a nice weekend !.... Think my friends fly away as an eagle... But not end as one !

Concealed behind a rock, unduly eager,
Almost point-blank, a hunter hit an eagle.


The eagle rose and calmly left its crag
And at its murderer not even looking back.
As usual, in circles wide and proud,
Unhurriedly flew up beyond a cloud.


Perhaps the shot he'd chosen was to small
And wasn't meant for eagle-hunts at all.
Perhaps the marksman's hand was not too steady,
So that he missed his aim, always so deadly ?


Not, nor a pellet past its target flew,
And eagle's hearts are vulnerable too.
The eagle fell, but among rocks remote:
Over its death no enemy must gloat.

.: For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...

.: For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water for respite and calm, Forever at...

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread...

The thunder of seas can be heard from afar,
Their radiance dumbfounds and awes.
No time has their water for respite and calm,
Forever at war with its shores.


But a brook never rustles its reeds;
In the shade
One must freeze to become quite aware
Of its ripple and lisp among pebbles and roots-
One must bend down to notice it there.


Yet the brook-water, too, doesn't like to be still,
But untiringly sings night and day;
He who finds it kneels down, puts his lips to the brink
And for long cannot tear the away.


He will go there again for a new rendezvous
In the cool of the brooklet to stand.
Yet its language so lucid, its music so pure,
Not everyone can understand...

.: Life is not worth having, with all it can give; Fo...

.: Life is not worth having, with all it can give; Fo...: Come over the oceans, With food and something to eat, Over the great oceans, With hope and prosperity, Over the oceans of boundless hor...

Life is not worth having, with all it can give; For something beyond it poor man must live...

Come over the oceans,
With food and something to eat,
Over the great oceans,
With hope and prosperity,
Over the oceans of boundless horizons,
With help and aid,
Come, ever attending,
Come like a mother,
With good will and hope
Come over the oceans,
With the stars in your hands shining,
And the moon as a mysterious mask,
With hope,
When you arrive,
For helping the poor and unemployed.
For the hope for the youngsters.
Come over the oceans...

.: Jump, leap, take the bit between your teeth - Red-...

.: Jump, leap, take the bit between your teeth - Red-...: Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned out to be after all, A sort of accessory or leftover, The foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion, ...

Jump, leap, take the bit between your teeth - Red-hot iron Pegasus of my twitching anxieties, - Wavering parking place of my motorized destiny !

Yes, I am I, I myself, just what I turned out to be after all,
A sort of accessory or leftover,
The foggy suburbs of my sincere emotion,
It's me here inside of me, it's me...


What I was, what I wasn't - that's all me,
What I wanted, what I didn't, all of that gets to be me,
What I loved, what I stopped loving - 
it's all become the same sad yearning in me.


And at the same time,
the impression,
a bit inconsequential,
Like a dream made of mixed realities.
Of facing myself left behind on a seat in a Jaguar,
To be accidentally met by someone who'd sit 
down on top of me..

I'm me, and what the hell can I do about it ! ...

.: The twelve months: Snowy, Flowy, Blowy - Showery, ...

.: The twelve months: Snowy, Flowy, Blowy - Showery, ...: Entryway to everything ! Bridge to everything ! Road to everything ! Your omnivorous soul, Your soul that's bird, fish, beast, man, wom...

The twelve months: Snowy, Flowy, Blowy - Showery, Flowery, Bowery - Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy - Breezy, Sneezy, Freezy... What a nice and fine year...

Entryway to everything !
Bridge to everything !
Road to everything !
Your omnivorous soul,
Your soul that's bird, fish, beast, man, woman,
Your soul that's two where two exist,
Your soul that's one becoming two when two are one,
Your soul that's arrow, lightning, space,
Amplex, nexus, sex and Texas
Ferry going back and forth,
Libertad ! People ! People!
Freedom...

.: If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y ...

.: If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y ...: I never think of the future, It comes soon enough... Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to...

If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z. --- work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut...

I never think of the future,
It comes soon enough...

Because I do not hope to turn again
Because I do not hope
Because I do not hope to turn.

.: Money doesn,'t talk, it swears... Think about all ...

.: Money doesn,'t talk, it swears... Think about all ...: What can we expect ? A new world order for economic ? Let us hope the clever people will find some clever solutions for the world... ...

Money doesn,'t talk, it swears... Think about all the "fine" words in Davos ? Will it all be fine or ?...

What can we expect ?
A new world order for economic ?

Let us hope the clever people will 
find some clever solutions for the world...


Don't follow the leaders, think for yourselves...


Come mothers and fathers,
Throughout the world
And don't criticize
What you can't understand.
Let us hope for a better future. 

.: Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly - W...

.: Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly - W...: It is the logic of our times, No subject for immortal verse- That we who lived by honest dreams Defend the bad against the worse. What ...

Skill comes so slow, and life so fast doth fly - We learn so little and forget so much.

It is the logic of our times,
No subject for immortal verse-
That we who lived by honest dreams
Defend the bad against the worse.
What can they "very important people" in
Davos do for the world and for the poor ?

This wondrous miracle...
Does it make sense ?
Or ?...

.: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...

.: My only solution for the problem of habitual accid...: The thunder of seas can be heard from afar, If Hormuz closes, what than ? Their radiance dumbfounds and awes. No time has their water fo...

My only solution for the problem of habitual accidents... is to stay in bed all day. Even then, there is always the chance that you will fall out.

The thunder of seas can be heard from afar,
If Hormuz closes, what than ?
Their radiance dumbfounds and awes.
No time has their water for respite and calm,
Forever at war with its shores.

But a brook never rustles its reeds;
In the shade of Oil
One must freeze to become quit aware
Of need for Oil and...
Of its ripple and lisp among pebbles and roots...
One must bend down to notice it there or no Oil at all.

Yet the brook-water, too, doesn't like to be still,
But untiringly sings night and day; Pumping Oil and
Money...
He who finds it kneels down, and ask for permission
from Allah.  
They who finds it kneels down towards Mekka, 

We will think and hope for a peaceful rendezvous
In the cool of the brooklet to stand without war.
Yet its language so lucid, its music so pure,
Let us hope someone can think, but not for war.
Not everyone can understand power - money
and more power.

What more, my friends, is there to say ?
The scene's so common, so eternal.
Think of all the suffering how lives in...
You know. 

.: He can't think without his hat...

.: He can't think without his hat...: The significance of man is that he is that part of the universe that asks the questions, What is the significance of Man ? He alone can ...

He can't think without his hat...

The significance of man is that he is that part
of the universe that asks the questions,
What is the significance of Man ?
He alone can stand apart imaginatively and,
regarding himself and the universe in their eternal
aspects, pronounce a judgement:
The significance of man is that he is insignificant
and is aware of it...

.: Fremad mot det fjerne mål... Vil det være frelsn...

.: Fremad mot det fjerne mål... Vil det være frelsn...: Nedover de trange gater Til havnen i Oslo. Månen skinner som sølv Bare måneskinn lyste opp fortauet Natten faller på i smuget hvor må...

.: Life is one long process of getting tiered...

.: Life is one long process of getting tiered...: I'd give anything if only my life were an donkey Squeaking down the road, early one morning And later resuming to where it started, Towar...

Life is one long process of getting tiered...

I'd give anything if only my life were an donkey
Squeaking down the road, early one morning
And later resuming to where it started,
Toward nightfall, down the same road.


I'd have no need of hopes - I'd need only wheels...
As I grew old I'd have wrinkles or white hair...
When I'd be of no further use, they'd pull off my wheels
and I'd lie there overturned and broken, at the bottom of a pit.

.: An impersonal and scientific knowledge of the stru...

.: An impersonal and scientific knowledge of the stru...: Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be o'er me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me Wealth I seek not, hope n...

An impersonal and scientific knowledge of the structure of our bodies is the surest safeguard against prurient curiosity and lascivious gloating.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

.: There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty ...

.: There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty ...

There is no duty we so much underrate as the duty of being happy. - But, so many ...

.: Tip me the black spot... Many's the long night I'v...

.: Tip me the black spot... Many's the long night I'v...: Room after room, I hunt We inhabit together Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find--- Next time --- not the trouble behind......

Tip me the black spot... Many's the long night I've dreamed of...

Room after room,
I hunt
We inhabit together
Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find---
Next time --- not the trouble behind...
Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume !
As she brushed it...
Yet the days wears,
And door succeeds door;
I try the fresh fortune -
Spend my whole day in the quest, - who cares ?

.: Faller reg eller snø - Kaldt og varmt - Enten ved ...

.: Faller reg eller snø - Kaldt og varmt - Enten ved ...: Verden bør bli mer rettferdig Hvis det ikke var noe bitterhet! Regn, snø og kulde treffer med smerte I stedet for egoisme burde det være...

Faller reg eller snø - Kaldt og varmt - Enten ved natt eller dag - I den triste vinter - Regn og snø faller som tårer av sorg - Kald vinter regn og snø - Når en mangler varme klær - Når huden stikker av kulde og frost - Uten arbeide - uten husly, lidelsen er som straff - i fattigdommens permanente liv !

Verden bør bli mer rettferdig
Hvis det ikke var noe bitterhet!
Regn, snø og kulde treffer med smerte
I stedet for egoisme burde det være plass for...
Skulle bare gi
Der noen trenger det !


Til vår tåkete undring og egoisme
Er smerten bare bevis på livets og menneskets storhet
Egoisme som overgår vår vår fatteevne i vår tilværelse !
Det er naturens og livets undring !

.: Move along these shades in gentleness of heart; wi...

.: Move along these shades in gentleness of heart; wi...: - But there's a tree, of my one, A single field which I have looked upon, Bot of them speak of something that is gone; The pansy at my fe...

Move along these shades in gentleness of heart; with gentle hand Touch - for there is a spirit in the woods...

- But there's a tree, of my one,
A single field which I have looked upon,
Bot of them speak of something that is gone;
The pansy at my feet
Doth the same tale repeat:
Whither is fled the visionary gleam ?
Where is it now, the glory and the dream ?

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home;
Heavens lies about us in our infancy !
Shades of the prison-house begin to close
Upon the growing boy,
But he beholds the light, and whence it flows,
He sees in his joy;
The youth, who daily farther from the east
Must travel, still is Nature's priest,
and by the vision splendid;
Is on his way attended;
At length the man perceives it die away,
And fade into the light of common day.

.: We look before and after, And pine for what is not...

.: We look before and after, And pine for what is not...

We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter with some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought...

.: Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the ...

.: Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the ...: Fairy - Tales The blizzard whirled the world. again it snowed, in crazy pellets Or in fuzzy flakes. Fresh paths for light to reach the...

Small habits, well pursued betimes, May reach the dignity of politic...

Fairy - Tales

The blizzard whirled the world.
again it snowed, in crazy pellets
Or in fuzzy flakes.
Fresh paths for light to reach the windows low
More often wooden spades were forced to make.


It scarcely cleared
when well-cranes started creaking,
and housewives drew fresh water with a pail.
Then from its tether broke the blizzard bleakly,
Again above the forest trees to wail.


On days like these all journeys we forget.
It's good to get together in one home
And smoke, and weave the artel fishing net,
And sing our songs - there's always time for some ! -
And joke and dream of halcyon days to come.


A pair of magic boots would do tonight.
A flying carpet and a lusty bay
No snow-blocked roads, no blizzards can dismay,
Who, only tell him: run along! -and the way
No cold, no jolts to blemish your delight.


"MITT  TROLL"
Tell us a tale, good soul !


And, moving to the table of rough pine,
Flattered again to be so honored by them all,
"MITT TROLL"
Once upon a time...


The men kept smoking,
While the snow still fell, meantime.

.: Den mann som bærer tyngst bør - som ingenting har...

.: Den mann som bærer tyngst bør - som ingenting har...: En ting er nødvendig - Her i denne vår vanskelige verden og tid av husville og hjemløse med dårlig økonomi: Å TA BOLIG I SEG SELV ...

Den mann som bærer tyngst bør - som ingenting har å bære...

En ting er nødvendig -
Her i denne vår vanskelige
verden og tid av husville og 
hjemløse med dårlig økonomi:


Å TA BOLIG I SEG SELV


Gå inn i mørket
og pusse sotet av lyset.


slik at mennesker på veiene
kan skimte lys.
I våre bebodde øyne.

.: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...

.: One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or...: Shall I finish or break it off, Suffer life till the end, though so rough ? Mostly out of accord with myself By my own Or another's fau...

One God is born. Others die. Truth did not come or go. Error changed. Eternity is different now. What happened was better always.

Shall I finish or break it off,
Suffer life till the end, though so rough ?
Mostly out of accord with myself
By my own
Or another's fault,
I have lived in a permanent hell,
Hauled over hot coals
Without halt.


Book of life...
Not just words, one believes.
Count the years that I've sat over it !
Now its pictures have yellowed a bit
Like the grass in September,
Like leaves.
My head's long gone ...
Yet with every day that goes by
The last chapter gets harder to write.