Tuesday, July 21, 2009


Shiki, Masaoka

After killing
a spider, how lonely I feel
in the cold of night!

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold wind
turns into rain

Basho, Matsuo

No one travels
Along this way but I,
This autumn evening

Takahama, Kyoshi:

He says a word,
and I say a word - autumn
is deepening

A gold bug -
I hurl into the darkness
and feel the depth of night


Covered with the flowers,
Instantly I'd like to die
In this dream of ours!


A giant firefly:
that way, this way, that way, this -
and it passes by

~ Unknown

Early morning sun.
heartbeat against
my shoulder


"It's a Jewish parable that a friend of mine told me.
These two friends are condemned to death. But the king, he liked them and he didn't want to kill them. So, instead, he tied a thin rope across this abyss. And he told them both to walk over the rope. Whoever made it to the other side would be allowed to live.
So the first one walked over the rope and he makes it safely to the other side. And after he made it, his friend yells out to him, "How did you do it?" And the other guy answered,
"I have no idea. All I know is that whenever my weight pulled me to one side, I leaned to the other."

~From the series "In treatment"

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Photographers for inspiration
Suggestions for other photograhpers to add? Don´t hesitate to comment!
Some of these links are broken. I am sorry, I will fix it very soon.


Diane Arbus
Accepting and warm view into the world of the different ones


Miguel Rio Branco

Master of color


Popculture with a critical selfview


Mario Giacomelli
Graphic estetics


Salvador DalíSurrealism at its best
(Didn´t find a good example link here, tell me if you do)

W Eugene Smith
Master of analogue manipulation


Jose ortiz Echagüe

A visit to the past


Catala Roca
Light, perfectionism and realism


Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Not a pretty girl

An other song...
with very simple lyrics...but still I adore it.
~ by the beloved Ani Difranco.

I am not a pretty girl
that is not what I do
I ain't no damsel in distress
and I don't need to be rescued
so put me down punk
maybe you'd prefer a maiden fair
isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

I am not an angry girl
but it seems like I've got everyone fooled
every time I say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to my anger
and never to their own fear
and imagine you're a girl
just trying to finally come clean
knowing full well they'd prefer you
were dirty and smiling

and I am sorry
I am not a maiden fair
and I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere

and what if there are no damsels in distress
what if I knew that and I called your bluff?
don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down
whether or not you ever show up

I am not a pretty girl
I don't want to be a pretty girl
no I want to be more than a pretty girl

~ Ani DiFranco

Download this song

Download other songs by Ani DiFranco

Monday, July 06, 2009

"Lengsel når stillheten kommer"
(The longing that comes with silence)

Comments about the photos are welcome
~ Aasa

et sammenflettet, hardt nøste
så mange timer
men minnet om perlende latter
denne lille
som sovnet inn mens hun sang
bløte, redde, sterke, ømme hender

Comments about the photos (or lyrics) are welcome
~ Aasa

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Midnight landscape

~ by Aasa Bergem
Twin Peaks quote:

Roger, I know the move I'm supposed to make. And I
know the board.
So ...
I've done a lot of thinking. And I've started to focus out
beyond the end of the board. On a bigger game.
What 'game'?

The sound wind makes through the pines. The sentience
of animals. The last thought of a homeless man before he
takes a night's sleep. What we fear in the dark. And
what's beyond the dark.
What the hell are you talking about?
I'm talking about seeing beyond fear, Roger. About
looking at the world with love.
Cooper, you're liable to be extradited for murder and
drug trafficking -
That's something I can't control

Saturday, July 04, 2009

Your voice comes through the cellphone
there is almost no coverage
the metallic sound of your voice
broken up into little parts
"It doesnt carry through" - I shout into the phone
"I cannot hear you!
I cannot hear you!"

Friday, July 03, 2009

Edith Piaf

Paroles: Michel Vaucaire, musique: Charles Dumont, enr. 10 novembre 1960

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
C'est payé, balayé, oublié
Je me fous du passé

Avec mes souvenirs
J'ai allumé le feu
Mes chagrins, mes plaisirs
Je n'ai plus besoin d'eux
Balayés mes amours
Avec leurs trémolos
Balayés pour toujours
Je repars à zéro

Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait, ni le mal
Tout ça m'est bien égal
Non, rien de rien
Non, je ne regrette rien
Car ma vie
Car mes joies
Ça commence avec toi...