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Ingvar Loco Nordin

75 years old from Sweden


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Realizing My Potential

2024-10-29
"decades of low-grade despair"!!!

I wish I'd said that!


Standby II

2024-10-25
Comment for alarian:

A saying of mine: All places are here, all times now. For anyone and everyone anytime, this is true. All else is just constructions.


Outer Rooms

2024-10-23
Comment to alarian:

Because this means going back to a way of forestry that retains the networks of the forest intact. You can re-plant trees, but not a forest. A forest is an intricate three-dimensional network of bio-diversity. This is life taking over from death, hence these emotional tears.


The Upside of Intransigence

2024-10-05
Yes!! I wrote a rhymed poem in Swedish yesterday about the same situation. I'll see if I can translate it!
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I let Chat GPT have a go at it. It's rhymed, like I said, in Swedish - but here is a crude American interpretation, just for you!:

MARBURG & EBOLA

Tellus craves Marburg & Ebola,
explosives & poisoned cola,
a powerful pandemic
that snuffs out those we call us;
at least most of us,
yes, let's use cyanide to celebrate,
maybe then we can save most
of what our sheer numbers undermine,
that’s what responsibility demands,
for all the problems the planet suffers
when exhaust-stung eyes burn and itch
are caused by the fact that we are far too many;
an invasive species that makes conditions tight
for everything & everyone in Earth's biosphere;
Homo sapiens is the worst trouble of all living things

Logic points to the example of lemmings,
stamp an exit mark on your own forehead;
let's sterilize the majority of the human horde,
so we naturally die out and save the Earth,
because Homo sapiens has become too dominant;
our sheer numbers cause Earth’s murders

Yes, let us become merely a parenthesis on Earth;
it doesn’t really matter if we’re never seen again,

for surely Tellus craves Marburg & Ebola,
explosives & poisoned cola;
a powerful pandemic
that snuffs out those we call us!


Three PM Saturday

2024-09-30
Let that engine arise now, and go to Innisfree! Let that machine bring you godspeed down the road, roaring like my sister's Volvo 444 out of the farm in 1963, without a muffler!


Worthy

2024-08-13
Dear, dear! Maybe you have relied too much on effort. It's hard to adjust to the thought - but sometimes - OFTEN! - the solution comes when no effort is done; when you're not looking. Out of the blue. Almost all important, life-changing events in my life have emerged out of the blue, or like an ambush. New worlds, new lives, have opened, and they were there all the time, I just hadn't noticed; I was too stuck in TRYING, in efforts. When I gave up, laid down; there it was. Much love to you. An effortless solution will come.


The Past Is or Was

2024-08-13
I love what Lawrence said about this! The past may not be gone at all, or the idea of it is a misconception. The NOW is a construct of the mind. WHERE would it be? Is there a shortest NOW? How could it be, if time moves. IF there was a smallest NOW, it would be a point of NOTHING, right? As soon as time MOVES, everything is erased, isn't it? So maybe FOREVER sits in that construct of an imagined point in time. But in Forever there is no Time, because then it wouldn't be what we call it. Anyway, MEMORIES are of the present. All memories are built right now. They are not the past, even if the past never has gone or if there is no past. What we call the past is just personal reasons for BEING, and for all kinds of weird commitments. TIME probably is a way to exist or to allow the thought of being. I think Lennon / McCartney were right: "Nothing is real"


INEXPLICABLE

2024-06-14
Death is the greatest kick of all. That's why they save it for last.


Busy Dying

2024-05-22
Well, alarian, I'd say knowledge is an attitude.


Self-Harm as a String Solo

2024-03-15
A fool is a fool, even if a sick fool


old poems

2024-02-26
Love this! I also look through my poems now, making a directory for them, collection by collection, poem by poem. I'm half way through, and already it's about 60 A4 pages. When I'm finished, I will make a prose poem with all the titles.


Tonight

2024-02-24
Ah, you actually had med step out into the early night here in northern Sweden, but the cloud cover didn't allow the sight...


how to make an embryo ?

2024-02-22
I read Gaston Bachelard's "La terre et les réveries de la volonté"
these days (but in Swedish) - and also his "La poétique de l'espace" (but in English) - and sometimes your writing reminds me of his.


REFLECTION

2024-02-08
This poem is indeed so visual, it's painted in oil! It's as much a painting that you stop by in an art exhibition and ponder until your actual surrounding pull back, mercifully, as it is a poem up on the screen!


Fratres

2024-02-08
Necessary reply to Allen:

No worries, Allen! I feel really good. It doesn't matter, it seems, how often and much I tell people that the poems are not me. They're just speculative poetic images. You should read one book I refer to there somewhere; The Poetics of Space, by Gaston Bachelard. To my amazement I see that he describes poetry exactly the way I think of poetry. Made me really happy, because everyone else misunderstands and misinterprets. But I know my explanation here won't have any effect. And life's end is just a fact, so I circle some around that. That doesn't depress me, it's just a fact, and I suppose disguising that fact, IS the depression. I'm jolly as a fool, on my skis every day, except today, when it's too cold, which is why I threw my road bike up on the roller for an hour's swing upstairs!


The Inevitable two State Solution

2024-01-30
I absolutely agree with Beck. And that is not hard, either.


nicotine haikus

2024-01-15
Astounding! And the last one sends me helpless down a roar of laughter!


Emotions

2024-01-14
We weren't the beings we are, if we didn't reason in this way. A good set of reflections!


...God is a deserter

2024-01-14
Well, since God was made in the image of Man, anything can and and will and does happen.


Mother GAZA

2024-01-11
The Israelis' logic is:

If someone attacks you, kill someone else!

War crime indeed, genocide, yes.


GRATEFUL AND MYSTIFIED

2024-01-10
Wonderful!


[01 Jul] - Community poll | Posting limit? (HOLD)

2023-12-31
A daily limit seems proper. You might want to publish three poems that you've just written, so an hourly limit for each poem would feel disturbing. Three a day seems good. Since these poets are spread over the globe, the 24 hours have to start with each person's first poem that day!


working with silence

2023-12-31
I probably could applaud any and all of your writings, but today I'll stop here, and come back later!


The issue of egoistic love

2023-12-30
Well, if that is how you feel, getting older, you must have missed out completely. I certainly don't miss that early rush, that instinctive arousal beyond any limits. If you LONG for that shit, you must have stopped dead in your development. On the contrary, I am happy with the calm trust of an old relationship; the knowledge that you care for someone who cares for you, whom you love warmly and who loves you warmly, although both you and her are well aware of each other's faults and shortcomings; whom you love WITH her shortcomings and vice versa - and whom you will always help and support and who will always help and support you, as she is, as you are. That is the sweetness of old age in a relationship.


THE SNOW GLOBE (reposted for Christmas)

2023-12-27
It is very difficult to write a poem like this, with this subject. Invariably, it falls at the roadside, too sentimental, too heavy with sentiments - but THIS, Alan, is indeed a masterwork. It is a classic poem, that never will grow old. A treasure.


Ramblings 641

2023-12-24
But this one matters to me! It's really head-on! It IS good poetry!


Friends

2023-12-19
Ah, I have the same experience! When I was 14 (in 1963), I began writing my diary. I kept that up for decades, all through those years when you get those lifelong friends, who "look right through" you! Two years ago I pulled those diaries out from a cupboard, and began recording what I once wrote. (I had kept it up through my time in the USA, and traveling to India, and getting kids, getting married and divorced and so on) It was a wonder, and psychotherapy! Now I have 153 CDs with those recordings. I discovered the boy who was me and who I am, and the young man I was, and who I am, and the middle-aged man I was and who I am. I got a second run, spending time with many who has since died, and others who I hardly see anymore, and some that I do see. Sometimes I pick out a month, a spring, summer or fall, or winter, and just sit, listening! Thanks for your poem, Sona!


Broken mind

2023-12-18
Write! And write! And write! I read, and wait for more.


LIFE, THE GREAT TEACHER - BY ZOYA ZAIDI

2023-12-16
I could just shut up, and maybe I should - But this is BORING, incredibly, incredibly boring. I'm not saying the lady can't write, she can! But what she presents here is... simply tiering. It makes me want to leave this group, seriously - if it wasn't for writers like Lawrence Beck, Sona, Alan J. Ripley, ken d williams. Else I'd be out of here.


Teacher-I

2023-12-14
Commenting on this text and the next:
Highly absorbing to be informed some of your private person! Your other texts become even more lucid and lightly breathed through this.
Question: What are your thoughts on the present state of HISTORY? History is always tainted, even deeply coloured, by the trends, politics and desires of the contemporary world. History changes, changes, changes - as photographs may be retouched, like they often were in the Soviet Union.
Also, one may change one's way of regarding certain past events, one may revalue all values, like Nietzsche said. How valid is one period's way of seeing history, compared to earlier ways? What is your response to the fact that present history will be revalued or even erased, later on?
The bottom line, to me, is that HISTORY is one side of the PRESENT, the same way our memories are constructed NOW. History is not a "correct" opinion on an earlier world; just one of innumerable possible ways of constructing the past, in always very thin and scattered layers of trends and finite understanding. But interesting!!!


INTENT

2023-12-14
I disagree 100% - or maybe 50%... Words are of course important. Any reader hears the word differently from anyone else. The reader or listener constructs meaning, often of the word (singularis) - but more commonly of lines stacked above and below each other. Look at almost any semi-late Dylan song: He finds rhymes that he wants to use, but care not one bit about the sense the lines make in a verse, or together with the other verses. WE construct that meaning, make those individual verses into a story, no matter how diffuse, and then we have a song.
Personally, maybe one in a hundred of my poems have any intent. I certainly did not have any intent, except in the rare case. Intent, I think, makes a poem a text for a placard in a picket line. I want my poem to be free, I don't want anything to do with it. Maybe if I meet it one day on the street I will nod to it, or even shake hand, if that is what is asked of me. But intent is an ugly word in my mouth...


NOT READ A WORK OF YOURS IN A WHILE

2023-12-14
Yeah, you get to know people here, get new friends that become old friends. I live out in the countryside way up north in Sweden, the wilderness opening and closing right behind the barn. Without a compass or a gps you can get lost forever after just a limited hike... But I have a close circle of friends all over this world of ours, in France, Great Britain, the USA, Nepal, Australia and many other places - through this here site! That is the face of the new world; one of its good faces! And like your poem demonstrates; if someone doesn't show up here for a long time, he / she is missed.


THE MISCONCEIVED ME

2023-12-12
What a text! So full of stuff I wish I'd written!!! And the content! I sympathise with each line! And I think your poetry is closer to the skin than most texts you read here; they're magnificent!


To feast on poetry

2023-12-12
Ah, beautiful, and full of life. Here is someone who lives!


A WRITER'S WORK

2023-12-11
Right on! In my view, the poem belongs to the reader, as soon as it is published somewhere. The writer's idea about the poem is just one of the many views. And any reader's interpretation is just as viable as the writer's, or even more!


Grateful

2023-12-09
Holy Medallion! Beautiful! I especially sympathise with the part about the computer getting into gear!!! Anyone can use a lover like that!


HOSPITAL BLUES - 1

2023-12-07
I believe one should keep going as long as one can keep on keeping on! However, at times I feel that all the music, literature and correspondence I keep in my southern retreat - my old apartment which I keep, and return to for periods now and then - are a bit too much, belonging to another era, another time - but I found a way out, donating the lot to one of Sweden's foremost antiquarian bookstores, to be delivered when I'm out of this world, and they have accepted that deal. But I think that your thoughts in the poem come to most people who get as old as we, 'cause surely we're beyond what we had expected, aren't we!


Courtship

2023-12-07
No, Sameen, it's you who believe what I say, not I... Believe me, it's just handicraft, trade - nothing else!


I'll never be a bard

2023-12-06
Don't you know that old tale about making soup from a nail? You did it here, and it tastes fine! Lots of nutrition too! That's the mark of a good poet!


HOSPITAL DAYS - 1

2023-12-01
I'm not often hospitalized, but was in 2018, when a horse got a little bit too engaged and threw me off, which is when I broke my back badly - and I recall my feelings and thoughts in the hospital, after the air transport to Umeå University Hospital. It is similar to your sentiments here. I'm glad you're back with your texts!


THE AGE OF MEN

2023-12-01
I'm that very same age, and like you, I don't know! 75 in February!


. MY MIND UNKNOWN

2023-11-30
A strong text, Alan! But remember, reality is an opinion.


half-quoting Bob Dylan (the sources need to be checked)

2023-11-29
The Double Life of Bob Dylan; I think the best biography of the Man ever written, and I just discovered that Volume 2 is available, thank you, Clinton Heylin!


TRAPPED

2023-11-27
The deities seem a bit late, don't they? I think they're mostly like the Greek gods & goddesses; much like us, but with more power. But in reality, I think they're but the afterglow of the left side of the brain listening to the right side, like Julian Jaynes has it in The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind; voices heard in a hallucinatory way - and on that humanity builds temples, churches, synagogues, mosques. I think the Commies were right in Russia, to use the churches as storage for wheat & Stalin organs!

We have to regain some dignity and push all the gods into an Icelandic volcano!


Cheap Imitations to Court Inspiration

2023-11-25
"There's a man going 'round tellin' names" - I think I heard a song like that long ago! And I don't mind being mentioned here!! With, among others, Griffoner - who was my first friend here! And side by side with Sona, who walks with me every day, whether she knows it or not! A great way of writing, and SO original! Sameen, hit on it, and who knows what you'll find! Great!


That is how.

2023-11-25
Disturbingly affectionate, scary, over the top: beautiful!!


Realms

2023-11-22
It's right there, before "before", so overwhelming that it is hard to make out. A transparent mirror. You have all my attention.


The W of writing

2023-11-22
Again!!!


BE YOURSELF

2023-11-21
One of the most important and mature things we can do, is to realize when we're on the wrong track, and at that very moment, LEAVE that track. To "hold it together" is often not a good decision. It is quite alright and even necessary to look back and regret some deeds or decisions; just not to repeat them.


The other face of nature

2023-11-21
The opinion that nature resides outside of us, apart from us, is the major mistake that humanity makes. THAT is what causes almost all the suffering we see or suffer. We ARE nature. Nothing at all sets us apart. That is a common mistake, but disastrous. Sit down and think.