09 April 2014

Att tappa fart och hitta det igen

Ja. Så är det nog ibland att man tänker och tänker och sedan står allt still. Allt man velat få gjort, allt man skrivit upp på listor kors och tvärs känns oöverstigligt. Man står still. Det syns ingen början inget slut och ingen mening. Motivationen saknas. Varföret saknas. Meningen är bort. Nyttan i sig är inte nyttigt nog. Det tar emot.
Och så slappar man en stund. Och så skärper man sig igen.
Jag tror jag är där nu. I skärpningens stund. En liten stund. En kvart eller så räcker långt.

05 April 2014

A Saturday as it should be...

...has never been. Once again it's expectations that fail me. I want to be in a flow. I want Saturday to run through me without effort. It works this time as it did last time and the time before. But. it doesn't flow.
I still have to figure out why.
One way is to try and write it down. One meaning at a time. One post a day.
Letting thoughts, emotions laugh flow and the flow will find itself ... hopefully

29 March 2014


Needs, wants, craves. Necessities.
All there for the taking. None there for the making.
Stupidity galore.

28 March 2014

On a day like this

On a day like this, just like on any other random day, focus is on words. The said words. The unsaid. The unwrotten. Mainly the unwrotten. Words run through my head and I wish I could catch them and write them down. So many blog posts have dissapeared just because the flow of words writing them in my head never made it to a page or a device or a computer.
I can hear them in my head. Running around. Messing up. Wanting out. Wanting to be read with the proper flow, with the right intonation, the exact diction they deserve. Never actually making it outside of my head. It's a sad story that of the words. Indeed.

Alas it's sadder if they make it out. In dissarray like now. Because autocorrect will mess them up. And they'll forget why they were released. Like now. They wanted to say they are willing to stay.
On this blog. For a while. To reconnect. To disconnect. 

We'll see if this word therapy will work where previous efforts have failed.

Glad and sad to be back. In the corner I made to myself.

PS: autocorrect is a piece of art. Myself= myseldning previous= preciös. I forgot the other stunningly=stuvningen incorrect occurrences I met while writing these few lines. Never mind. 

14 October 2012

Me vjen era sherr

Menyra me e thjeshte per te evituar dialogun eshte te quash cdo konstatim apo pyetje si kerkese sherri.
Gje e thjeshte. Mund t'a besh ne pune, ne familje, ne shoqeri.
Menyra me e thjeshte per te vrare deshiren per dialog eshte ta fillosh fjaline me: Menyra me e zgjuar per te bere dicka do te kishte qene..." Je i garantuar te keqkuptohesh si prepotent megalloman qe pretendon t'i dish te gjitha.

But I digress.
Not easy to get going again after you have forgotten how to put two and two (read words) together in a sentence.

26 September 2012

Nuk kam durim...

a) njerezit qe te marrin ne telefon per te pyetur si je dhe pas 20 sekondash fillojne te grijne sallate per aventurat e tyre