Category: literature

Wordcount on current project: 35,320 words + 15 A4 handwritten pages. *yawn* Time to sleep:) The music for this evening was composed by Fryderyk Franciszek Chopin. Thank you.

I’m awake. It’s 04:30 a.m, hence time to sleep.. I found some quotations that I’d written down in class somewhen two years ago or so, from the Manifestoes of Surrealism by André Breton. Actual surrealist act: "I have since met a man who had a mirror for flesh; his hair was the purest of Louis […]

Wordcount on current project: 19,971 words. It has been a slow week, as you can see, but I’ve got three side-projects running simultaneously, one of them in particular taking alot of brainspace.. In addition, I’m working on writing a letter to the family/uncle of Pauly since they’re/he’s having Pauly evicted from his appartement, which will […]

Wordcount on current writing-project: 12,762 words. I managed to write an entire chapter today, and I know I could have done a great deal more, had it not been for countless distractions including young, attractive girls. They are a curse (and a blessing)! Now I’m going to take a well earned, good, old-fashioned rest. Good […]

(A little note from Sigg3: even if you don’t know all the terms this story kicks ass!) — Quote The Automated Online Role-Player It’s indistinguishable from live humans! By Dave “Fargo” Kosak | August 22, 2003 Sure, I love Star Wars Galaxies, the massively multiplayer RPG. I’ve written about it on several occasions. But I’m […]

After I’d finished reading about the Sami Noaide (title: "Noaidier") and scattered stories from an almost neglected culture (and people – which happens to be my grandmother’s ancestors) I picked up a book from a bookshop just down the street from where I live; "The man who disappeared" a.k.a "America" (orig. Norwegian title: "Amerika" which […]

    The fried fish takes a hike down the street with an old negro slave and his bicycle.   A couple of wornout shoes and a song that you´d never forget   announced the presence of dead kings and queens.     The tales told of those who doubted the suspicion would work,   and four blonds in white dresses waves […]

My sister sent me this poem in an e-mail to me. It´s by kubofuturistic Gertrude Stein, enjoy!     I wish now to wish now that it is now     That I will tell very well     What I think not now but now     Oh yes oh yes now.     What do I think now     I think very well of […]

   From childhood’s hour I have not been     As others were; I have not seen     As others saw; I could not bring     My passions from a common spring.     From the same source I have not taken     My sorrow; I could not awaken     My heart to joy at the same tone;     And all I loved, I loved […]

Quote of the day was to be posted a couple of days earlier, but since the internetconnection was so slow that editing just didn´t work, I gave it up and decided to come back some other day; today. Here it is, by the way:) "Ser culto es el unico modo de ser libre." – José […]