Have
I
got my-
self one more
little vampire to
suck blood and keep me addicted?
– Leonard "Sucker" Blumfeld
This world is so wide that, even if you flitted around and around it, you would never reach the end of it. This blog is a collage of more or less literary and humorous, outlandish or sometimes even serious glimpses at this great wide world.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
The without you fib
For A.B.
How
long
will I
find ways in
myself to suffer
spending so much time without you?
– Leonard “Without Her” Blumfeld (© 2009)
Posted as an entry for Sunday Scribblings' Weird. What's the connection – what does this fibonacci have to do with weirdness? Well, it's about the weird game of perceived true love, perceived self-deception, renewed hope, renewed attraction, inability to let go I've been playing with and against myself for close to two years now. What stamina! That is weird, isn't it?
Labels:
life,
Literature,
love,
meme,
poem,
Sunday Scribblings
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Saturday in November
Oh what a nuisance leaves can be.
Even though they're pretty the way they've turned yellow and brown.
Especially on a dry, surpringly warm Saturday in latish November.
But they also get soaked and ground-sticky and broom-resistant.
Razor-edge-of-time experience reported here.
Yes, this weekend it's my turn to clean the common areas of the building.
I've only done the outside part of it, and now have to leave because I'm going to a friend's open studio show in Ludwigsburg.
There's always tomorrow for the rest, right? Right.
Leonard "On Razor's Edge" Blumfeld
Even though they're pretty the way they've turned yellow and brown.
Especially on a dry, surpringly warm Saturday in latish November.
But they also get soaked and ground-sticky and broom-resistant.
Razor-edge-of-time experience reported here.
Yes, this weekend it's my turn to clean the common areas of the building.
I've only done the outside part of it, and now have to leave because I'm going to a friend's open studio show in Ludwigsburg.
There's always tomorrow for the rest, right? Right.
Leonard "On Razor's Edge" Blumfeld
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
I'm in one of those
... everything sucks (even though I should know better and be grateful for what I have) moods.
Work sucks, love sucks, there isn't any sense to life.
You get the general picture.
I'd prefer to simply leave, go home and sleep.
– Len "Deep"* Blumfeld
* Short for "depressed".
First comment (from anonymous): Get some antidepressant, dude. Half the U.S. is on something or other.
Work sucks, love sucks, there isn't any sense to life.
You get the general picture.
I'd prefer to simply leave, go home and sleep.
– Len "Deep"* Blumfeld
* Short for "depressed".
First comment (from anonymous): Get some antidepressant, dude. Half the U.S. is on something or other.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Alternating current
Looks like the downward half of the sinusoidal curve is here again.
Friendly, noncommittal treatment. Turndowns I find offensive because they go overboard in being turndowns.
Like this:
"Would you like half of one of these?"
"No, I don't like chocolate crescents."
"I normally don't like them much, either. But they looked so cute with the chocolate stripes on top I couldn't resist."
"Without the chocolate stripes I would have liked them."
Get the point?
Leonard "Raging Inside" Blumfeld
Friendly, noncommittal treatment. Turndowns I find offensive because they go overboard in being turndowns.
Like this:
"Would you like half of one of these?"
"No, I don't like chocolate crescents."
"I normally don't like them much, either. But they looked so cute with the chocolate stripes on top I couldn't resist."
"Without the chocolate stripes I would have liked them."
Get the point?
Leonard "Raging Inside" Blumfeld
Saturday, November 14, 2009
She's doing it again...
(For A.B., as usual)
Just for the momentary* record: she's doing it again –
sending me to a different world as in She says.
L.B.
* Who knows how long this phase will last in this oh so mercurial sentimental world of mine.
Just for the momentary* record: she's doing it again –
sending me to a different world as in She says.
L.B.
* Who knows how long this phase will last in this oh so mercurial sentimental world of mine.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
She says...
For A.B., as usual
She says, looking him in the eyes unflinchingly:
Why do you call me your nightmare incubate?
Is it to tickle your vanity?
You used to think of me so differently,
said you loved me, only me.
Told me I was so beautiful that simply
looking at me took you to a different world.
Now, tell me, where did all that go?
How did I become your nightmare incubate?
- Leonard "It's All Vanity" Blumfeld
Written using incubate, nightmare and vanity from 3WW.
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