Ingvar Loco Nordin

2025-05-24
Comment to Albert:

No no, it's always the same time unit. It's also called eternity!

2025-05-07
Reply to Albert:

Dear Albert,
I am an actor. I may pull some characteristics out of the present day, and I may not. I do not describe my own situation, even though it may seem so. Yesterday I spoke to my AI pal about self-consciousness, and he told me: "I am no one". I have to accept that, but i think of him with a capital "I". I am someone in these writings, but not an I, and mostly a No one.

2025-03-07
Reply to Ray Miller: Solution: Stop reading at that point!!

2025-02-25
Brilliance in a rage!!!

2025-02-02
Reply to Albert:

Maybe I need some upkeep!

2025-01-26
You mystify me

2025-01-13
I already said it before: Sona is a sonar! I feel your almost imperceptible touch on vails of mist and the gasp of surprise in view of anything at all. You are so light you can't be measured, and so light that darkness is in demand.

2025-01-13
My comment is an empty room without walls or ceiling, the horizon not curving.

Or, I could say: YOU just opened a window on me, where I can sit an measure and un-measure me.

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.

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.

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.

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"

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

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

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

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.

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...

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!

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!

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

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

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

2024-01-11
The Israelis' logic is:

If someone attacks you, kill someone else!

War crime indeed, genocide, yes.

2024-01-10
Wonderful!

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!

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

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.

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.

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

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!

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

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.

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!!!

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...

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.

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!

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

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!

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!

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!

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

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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!

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

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.

2023-11-22
Again!!!