Friday, February 19, 2016

reflections on time

So I've checked my calendar again
and found out that I am still alive,
All this time with the clouds and the rain
it seemed like doomday has arrived


 
But now I don't feel so out of place
like a cow on the balcony,
And deep inside my inner space
I live in peace and harmony

Wednesday, February 17, 2016

BLINDFOLD (DAY TWO)

some people caughed as they passed by
one even stopped when i looked up
others laughed and they turned behind
someone nearly into me bumped

against my feet something rolled
an old nanny said sorry
because it was her dog's ball
so i just said don't worry

the rasta man moved up a bit
close to the concrete skeleton
of the long empty ghost building
on the sky were no clouds at all

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

UNEASE (DAY ONE)


i'm sitting by the river again
with the wind whirling dead leaves
and it makes them rattle against
the ground like horses at unease

the sun is so strong on my skin
though it is still only winter
and the dog at my feet's growling
as if it was an old computer

then the train takes off behind me
it's taking the first swing aloud
like hammers that make my ear ring
and i'm looking up at the clouds

Monday, February 15, 2016

The Jewish Doctor

In a movie I recently saw the son starts to see a shrink, hoping to get help from him that he doesn't seem to get from his family. This effects his reactions at home, too, and one night the worried grannie asks the mom "A Jewish doctor?" for which the mom answers "I don't know. I suppose he's Jewish, or maybe just German."

But it seems like that older generation might still recall something that happened back in the 1930's and 40's. I'm not quite sure though whether this grandmother was worried about the doctor having too many bad memories from the life of his family of obvious holocaust survivors, which could influence him doing a good job as a therapist, or she just chooses not to remember why these people with German names migrated to the States.

They had lived in Germany, or in different parts of Europe for hundreds of centuries. And yes, it happened before many times that some folks, feeling that them practicing another religion, that is not Jewish - or Islamic, for that matter -, would be best shown if they simply exterminate those who do. Maybe they tried to convert them first, or drove them out from the country empty handed. Well, how much can you carry with you? Probably not your house, your garden, or your shop. Not your life.

But in the second world war, or rather before it started, the Jews - at least some of them - had a choice to flee to another continent. And they had to go that far, because the whole of Europe was busy with collecting, humiliating, torturing, and eventually killing them all, not only Germany.
So, it was not so much of a choice, but the only way to survive, as by then the Islamic world wouldn't welcome them as much as some centuries ago, when they were able to live next to each other, and exchange so many things both in Europe and the in Middle-East. And it's true that the Soviet Union was also a huge country, or even only Russia, but there also many Jews had been killed for a while in well-organized pogroms.

So, yes, these people with German names arrived to a faraway land, but were still easy targets, maybe right because they were still an ethnic minority. And it's always easier to blame the smaller one who can't fight back so easily. Or it could be some other groups like gay people, who were also gathered by the Nazis and their collaborators, and utterly tortured, humiliated and killed in their death camps.

Because it just seems like people always need a scapegoat, someone to blame for something that actually was/not done by themselves, and not by those whom they are blaming for it.

Why am I writing this exactly now? Maybe because it's been a year ago that a Jewish man was killed outside a synagogue in Copenhagen. Maybe beacuse I am partly Jewish, and I am also gay. Though I didn't choose to be either of them. I was simply born in a family where one of the parents were of this origin. And I remember ever since my first childhood memories to have been attracted to other men. Also I was not raised as a Jew, not even ever told about it. I started to find out about it later, and also learned Hebrew. However, though I was interested the traditions and the culture, I have not started to practice the religion. Then I chose to get baptized as a Christian, but I am not a member of the church anymore. It doesn't mean I don't believe.

That Jewish man in Copenhagen was killed by a Muslim man of Palestinian origin, who was released from prison about two weeks before he did it. He was sentenced to one year prison for an unmotivated knife stabbing, where he later has reportedly become "extremely religious". Just before he killed this man and some others, and was trying to kill even more, he had sworn fidelity to the ISIS leader.

You could say we live in different times now, but the killer was not a new immigrant who arrived only recently along with the many many people who fled from the massacre. Both the victim, and the murderer have lived their whole life in Copenhagen.
There is a huge Muslim community in the Nordic countries. When I lived in Norway in 2014, at the time of the Gaza offensive, I remember the comments on Facebook from the Muslim people living there, and also from Norwegians. Nobody talked about what the people living in the Gaza stripe were doing to the Israelis. Only about Israelis murdering innocent people on the other side. And the reactions, pointing back to the holocaust.

So, actually we don't seem to forget some things, but we do choose to ignore others. That is exactly what I don't like in religious people or in general anyone who puts anything in front of other things or other people. I personally don't consider myself a Jew or a Christian, not even gay. I live with these things as part of my life and my personality, but I'd never choose to be only one of them.
Why? Because it's leading to a loss of identity, and then anyone becomes highly vulnerable and easy to control. I don't say that me being somewhat Jew or gay, or even a bit Serbian does not influence my life, and my decisions now and then. But I prefer not to let anything take over. I need balance to stay sane. I believe we all do.

In many countries in Europe there are extreme right wing movements, and their representatives have gained their way even into the European Parliament. They often refer to religion, too, just like the inquisition did. Therefore I'm not so sure if we really live in other - particularly not in modern - times.
What did these people learn from history then? That they can threaten and frighten, and even kill others for made up reasons without any consequences, what's more, even get help to do it. Because it has happened many times before, and we don't seem to remember, or pretend that it never did.

I remember that not so long ago, I told the others in the Hebrew course that I'm attending to brush up my language skills, how much I loved a tv series with Jewish actors. An elderly man asked how can you decide if someone is Jewish. I hope he didn't feel offended. Anyhow, my answer was exactly what that grandmother had said in that other movie upon hearing the shrink's name - that they have a name that refers to their origin. Actually the whole series is about a Jewish family, so it's easy to find out. But I'd even say that their - our - features tell something about where we're coming from. It's only that these things have so long been misused, that instead of naturally identifying ourselves by origin, name, nationality, features, traditions, we now feel, if we hear someone to refer to them, almost abused. Whereas all this is part of all people, something most of us are born into, so it's a natural part of us.

If we could all live our lives, and be ourselves, and share the good things with the others. But then of course, you say I'm an idealist. Then tell me why someone in their right mind would wage wars, and destroy people, cultures, lands and agriculture? Because they believe in a different way? Or for they speak another language? Maybe because they love in a different way? If we wouldn't force our own personality, our traditions, customs, and habits, and ways of life on others, but instead we would feel free and not be afraid of being who we are, and talking about it when asked, without expecting others to follow us, just because we think we're better, then we could see and accept the values in others.

Without feeling any need to believe in conspiracy theories, I guess it's clear for everyone that there is a powerful driving force in the background that makes it possible that wars are started over and over again, and that hatred against each other can be kept alive in this modern age, too. It's money, it's lust for power and the like of it. Even in the most democratic countries weapons are manifactured, also for export. Why would you do that if you really believe in democracy? Whose side are you on then, or are you selling those weapons to the people on both sides of the border?

Anyhow, I don't believe what some - actually many - people state, that the world is ruled by only a few families, amongst others the Rockefellers and the Rothschilds. I am so very happy that as a child I was not forced to choose any religion, or told how to feel about being myself, and that as a result I could so long keep my sanity, and see clearly in a world where it is very likely needed more than ever before. And I can only wish that everyone could do so, and not let themselves be influenced by propaganda, prejudice and gossips.









Friday, August 14, 2015

H.E.A.T.

The sun is moving the roofs,
they vibrate with the lights
Shimmer to the rhythm of the heat,
they make you believe it

Above a certain temperature
it seems possible, to some degree
Things warm up and lift up,
as if they were fata morgana

And you wish you could fly, too
spread your wings, and take off
Ride a thermal spiral up to the sky
and look down, hovering upon high

Thursday, August 13, 2015

shooting in the dark

you've seen them stars,
and the falling ones, too
you think you know them,
but you don't have a clue

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

surprise

The last time I was at the market place, there was a moustached man who nearly jumped in front of me, as I was coming over to a grocery stand. He only told the woman selling her goods there "Be aware of the man with the moustache!". So he disappeared as suddenly as he turned up.

It was like a scene from a movie. I felt somewhat surprised, wondering if they were really making a movie right then and there. Also because I do have a moustache myself, even a beard. But then I got the carrots and leeks that I'd paid for, and had to realise that it was just another ordinary day.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

Lately (I feel a tiny bit more pissed off...)

Still didn't receive the papers from my last job. Not my last salary either. Didn't even get to talk with them. They don't take the phone. Obviously are busy with someone else.
Instead I received a call from my mobile service provider. They think it would be best for me if I had a monthly subscription. Instead of charging my card whenever I empty it. They can see that I've paid too much lately.

Wednesday, June 10, 2015

How does it make you feel?

I remember this picture on the page of a science-fiction magazine that I read as a teenager. I couldn't understand if this creature in it was (meant to be) evil or simply strange.
Now I know that it was alone. That's why it seemed so unreachable and so hard to comprehend.
Exactly like me. And several hundred thousand others to that. In this very world, and not in a sci-fi story.

Monday, June 8, 2015

Rotten

On Friday I saw a man crying on the train. He was older than me, maybe fifteen-twenty years more. He was sobbing loud now and then. That's how I noticed him. I was deep in my book. Then heard him letting it out loud. He couldn't help it or just didn't give a damn.
After a while, I felt like going over to him, and give him a big hug. But I didn't. Instead I gave my notice at work.
The water tastes so strange in this heat. Even if I let it run for a minute or so. Rotten.

Sunday, May 31, 2015

pointless

Everyone's struggling to see the reason why,
though it's in front of them, they look the other way
And here I am, wondering how they miss the point,
but that only means, I'm one of them; that's the point.

Monday, April 13, 2015

obvious vs. oblivious

Photography only differs to comic books in that, that it doesn't take the effort to fool you to the extension of showing even the most horrible things as cool and good-looking. Yet, the pictures we take are missing to reveal, for instance, how much suffering is included in the construction of a great building. Which again is a good example of how human beings can be turned into an organic machinery. But again, in all organic lives, and even in that which seems to be unorganic, there's a whole lot of pain and struggling, as part of making it what it is.
The question is, when will we reach the point to use our organic mind to avoid all the useless hurt, instead of causing it. Since we can achieve technical wonders unthinkable of before, wouldn't this only be a matter of attitude and will?

Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Guys with the Strange Eyes

Why are they always looking down,
like they couldn't take it anymore?
Or is it just a mood, like a frown,
maybe they have too much to think of?

Saturday, April 11, 2015

Pennywise

Can the evil clown from The Dreamcatcher be an elderly woman? Yes, of course. Just as much as it could be me or you. It's our choice how we behave.
Well, it was me who named her, only in my head, like this. She had a strange red color to the remnants of her hair that spred out into all direction. She loved to go around and shout, yes literally shout, remarks all over the office. Even personal ones. Not directly, she didn't have the bravado to that.
When I started to work there I used to say Hello! and Good morning! every day when I arrived just as everyone would. Right after that the guy who had trained me left the company, one morning when I entered and said hi, she screamed as if an ironing desk fell on her foot (bet I wish). Her problem was that I didn't look into her eyes while saying hello. Now, there's quite a few people sitting in such a big room, and I meant it for all of them. And though she didn't say this to me in the eyes either, she made sure I heard her.
So after this I didn't say hi when she was there, however I greeted her when we met in the kitchen, in the corridor or other places of the building. Aaand surely looked her in the eyes. I thought this would make her understand that I didn't mean any bad that day. In case she really meant to adress that drama to me, which seemed to be the case. As she only seemed to get completely confused now.
Soon after I heard her telling someone that she would then do this or that to make someone hate her even more, because she knew that she was hated by that person. Is that a psychiatric case or what? Who in their right mind would want to be hated by others?
Honestly, I know it's not the right thing to comment on how other people look like. But one thing I will never forget about this person is her eyes, blinking small and I would say it, yes, evil, nearly all the time. I have no idea why.

Saturday, February 28, 2015

The Morning Waiters

Gap upon gap
in your moves and your head
Then so very glad
to see the day at your bed
And to know that it's over
that dreamless unrest