Changing the wheel I sit by the roadsideThe driver changes the wheel.I do not like the place I have come from.I do not like the place I am going to.Why with impatience do IWatch him changing the wheel? (Bertolt Brecht) About the author Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) was a German poet, playwright and theatre director who… Les mer "Changing the wheel by Bertolt Brecht
When you’re here From here, oh,you can hold yourself,so you can laugh. Free to exploreall manner of things. When you’re here,an i in the O-cean,you’re no longer waitingfor something to happen or to change. When you’re hereyou have what you seek. Your heart opensto the gift you receive,that you are. You are drinking at the… Les mer "The Well of Being by Jean-Pierre Weill
Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of… Les mer "Stopping by the woods by Robert Frost
Bluebird there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I’m too tough for him,I say, stay in there, I’m not goingto let anybody seeyou. there’s a bluebird in my heart thatwants to get outbut I pour whiskey on him and inhalecigarette smokeand the whores and the bartendersand the grocery clerksnever know thathe’sin there.… Les mer "Bluebird
the radical moveis to enter each dayas a constant nowfree from the clawsof then and nextso you may take the open handof the momentnerved with pure being Maria Popova (2025, An Almanac of Birds) About the author Maria Popova is a Bulgarian-American essayist, cultural critic and poet who has built a devoted following through her… Les mer "The radical move by Maria Popova
Late Fragment And did you get whatyou wanted from this life, even so?I did.And what did you want?To call myself beloved, to feel myselfbeloved on the earth. Raymond Carver (1994, A New Path to the Waterfall) About the author Raymond Carver (1938-1988) wrote his first story on a kitchen table while his two young children… Les mer "Late fragment
A psalm of life Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest!And the grave is not its goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest,Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our… Les mer "A psalm of life
Stopp alle klokker, steng av telefonen,Hindr hunden i å bjeffe med et saftig bein,Still klaverene og med dempet trommeBring ut kisten, la de sørgende komme. La flyene sirkle stønnende over hodet,Skribler på himmelen budskapet "Han er død",Setter crepesløyfer rundt de hvite halsene på de offentlige duene,La trafikkpolitiet... Les mer "Begravelsesblues
Jeg gikk en mil med Pleasure;Hun pratet hele veien;Men jeg ble ikke klokere av alt hun hadde å si. Jeg gikk en mil med Sorrow,Og aldri et ord sa hun;Men, å! De ting jeg lærte av henne,Da sorg gikk med meg. [Om forfatteren Robert Browning Hamilton var en amerikansk forfatter. Les mer "Langs veien
Ikke spør, det er galt å vite, hvilke skjebner gudene oss skjenker. Ikke søk svar i guddommelige stjerner, hold ut og la hjertet ditt rette seg. Vintrene kommer, eller dette er vårt siste, bølger mot klippene er kastet. Hell din vin, drikk den sakte, la dine håp ebbe og gå. Tiden flyter mens vi snakker, grip dagen i dag, morgendagen er fjern og dyster.... Les mer "Carpe Diem (Ode om skjebnen, Horats 1:11)
