Owen in 2008


from Fredrik Bachman
Brett Marie Was Here

“All passion is childish. It’s banal and naive. It’s nothing we learn. It’s instinctive, and so it overwhelms us. Overturns us It bears us away in a flood. All other emotions belong to the earth, but passion inhabits the universe.

That is the reason why passion is worth something, not for what it gives us but for what it demands that we risk. Our dignity. The puzzlement of others and their condescending, shaking heads…..

sometimes our souls are catapulted off the floor” and passion stops all our pain as we yell and yell and yell…


tick tock  click clock

tick tock click clock

Time stands still:look back-look fo’ward.
Spot the growth; the buds bloom toward
A new mystique, a magic journey
Dappled vision-rainbow gurney.

Spot the growth; the buds bloom toward
Dance and cello,theater, swimming
Biking, driving, childish dimming.

A new mystique, a magic journey
Drops of feeling: wet tips warming
Thoughts that generate to seedlings.

Dappled vision-rainbow gurney
Squeaking through the halls of choices
Spotlights pointed by the voices

Family beacons
Family sages
My own galaxy!

For Aneli

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