Thursday, 2nd October 2014. Cafe Cuba. Amsterdam.
I turned the llight on, now he don’t come around no more.
so this feels like an 80ies summer again, and
I’m riding my Apache-bike and wearing aviators and a Chevrolet-cap, and J’s dad makes moonshine whiskey down below. he plays the guitar, Creedence, obviously, Who’ll Stop The Rain, and he’s drunk and says he hates Johnny Cash and J and me have played Highwayman over and over and cannot understand why, but J’s dad says no, Johnny Cash just stands there and sings about people in prison and there’s no energy and he’s drunk on moonshine and picks up his guitar and starts singing an old Creedence song again, and there’s no way his wife cannot tell, even if she came from some hillbilly town in Eastern Norway and married a truck driver from Stavanger, a skeet shooter and duck hunter, and she has great tits like all moms back then and works as a cleaning lady at our school and doesn’t mind that her husband pours me moonshine as long as J doesn’t get any
and one day she opens the door topless, she was younger then than I am now
and this feels like an 80ies summer again
like moonshine whiskey and a hillbilly wife with great tits
and Steve Earle and Creedence Clearwater Revival
and a bike and a Chevrolet-cap and a great pair of tits
Monday, 11th November 2013. Andalucia, Spain.
Sunday, 8th September 2013. Brussels, Belgium.
it’s just cheap, Greek wine. there’s no reason to drink it except it’s free.
skaldekunsten har alltid låge hjartet mitt nær, så i høve dei alvorlege mjukvare-problema mine har eg skrive eit dikt. eg kallar det “Major Software Problems (Ay, Sjå Opp)”:
Tuesday, 23rd July 2013. Marbella. Andalucia.
Wednesday, 10th July 2013.
Friday, 28th June 2013. Greece.
Tuesday, 25th June 2013. Greece.
Tuesday, 11th June. Copenhagen.
Saturday, 11th May 2913.
Oh, Carmelita, Hold Me Tighter,
I Think I’m Sinking Down
Saturday, 2nd February 2013. Atlanta, Georgia.
he used to do manual labour, but that’s all in the past now.
Thursday, 15th November 2012. Andalucia.
Tuesday, 13th November 2012. Andalucia.
for a while I’ve tagged all my posts with “Free Liu Xia” and “Free Pussy Riot”. Pussy Riot doesn’t need any introduction. they’ve been jailed by the Putin-regime for insulting the Russian state and the Orthodox church. the real insult is that this could happen in Europe in the 21st century.
Liu Xia is the wife of Nobel Peace Prize winner Liu Xiabo. Xia is a Chinese poet, painter and photographer whose only crime is being married to Liu Xiabo. Xiabo is currently serving an 11 year prison sentence for calling for multiparty elections in China. this is his fourth imprisonment. his wife, Liu Xia, is being held under house arrest and has no means of communicating with the outside world. she has, as far as I know, never seen a judge or been convicted of anything. her only crime is being married to Liu Xiabo.
her work “The Silent Strength of Liu Xia” is a collection of 25 black and white photographs she produced between 1996 and 1999 while her husband served his second labor camp sentence. the collection has been shown once at Columbia University.
Saturday, 18th August 2012.
Tuesday, 17th July 2012. The locals call it Greece.
Sunday, 15th April 2012. Las Vegas, Nevada.
Wednesday, 11th April 2012. Washington DC.
Til Tung Sentimentalitet Pakket Inn I Et Tynt Lag Av Selvironi.
(Torbjørn Rødland, Natt&Dag, Desember 2012)
My entry, Meanwhile, Somewhere In Norway 8, has been entered in this week’s Photo Friday”glowing”- challenge.
If you want to vote for it please click here: http://www.photofriday.com/linkviewer.php?id=1119. A meny will open on the left hand side of the Photo Friday web page, my entry is listed as number 129 on that list. Click on my entry, the blog post will open, and then you click “Cast Noteworthy Vote” in the blue meny above the blog post.
(I know – it’s a mess!)
Thanks! And Hepp!