From time to time, I might have some comments about the world or astronomy, in particular, that I might want to share
Apropos nothing in particular, here’s one of my favorite poems by the Swedish author Lars Gustafsson. Please note that this translation is from memory (and a long ago one – haven’t been able to find the Swedish original)
“At the cottage in the woods,
we have an outhouse.
From the rafters hangs a wasps’ nest,
the size of a football.
On summer afternoons, I sit there,
quietly smoking my pipe, reading the newspaper.
Wasps buzzing around my head.
You get used to it, eventually.“
(Lars Gustafsson, ca 1970)
Update, July 2017: OK, finally found the poem. It’s called “Ett slags epigram” (“A kind of epigram” ) and is from the collection “Varma Rum och Kalla” (“Warm Rooms and Cold”) from 1972. This, if nothing else, shows how unreliable [my] memory can be – and how much better a poet Lars Gustafsson was, than I could be. (again, my translation; while it has been “professionally” translated I haven’t found that book):
A kind of epigram
“Here is, for instance, a rural outhouse
to which noone any longer dares go, three, four
wasps’ nests hang from the ceiling, deafly vibrating with life.
I alone sit there, calm and cool
with my book, my pipe, my papers
What did you think?
Practice provides, eventually, skills”
On the other hand; the motto from his novel-cycle “Sprickorna i Muren” (“The Cracks in the Wall”) still stands and applies:
“Vi börjar om igen – Vi ger oss inte!”
(“We begin again – we will not give up!”)
As “Sam” of Mort Walker’s comic “Sam’s Strip” said in the last one Walker did:
“I hope, that when I’ve gone, people will say:
Good Old Sam, when will we ever see him again?
– If they don’t, I’m not leaving”
Ulf-Peder Olrog skrev en gång:
“Allting går att sälja med mördande reklam:
Kom och köp konserverad gröt!
Allting går att svälja med mördande reklam,
även lagom söt, konserverad gröt.“
In the aftermath of the first World War and at the beginning of the Irish uprising, Yeats wrote (in “The Second Coming”):
“Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;”
Two nuggets of wisdom from the teachers at “Fältarbetsskolan” (Swedish Army Engineering Corps Officer’s School)
- “Never separate authority from responsibility”
- “It’s your subordinates’ credit – It’s your fault”
I try to manage by them.
The Swedish singer/song-writer Ola Magnell wrote:
“Åren går och flöjlarna slår.
Jorden dör där gudarna går.
Här, där kampen oftast står mellan vill och borde
Gråa hår är allt vad jag får,
och tiden läker alls inga sår,
men den får mig att glömma bort hur ont det gjorde”
Which roughly translates to:
“The years pass and the vanes swing.
The earth dies where the gods tread.
Here, where the struggle usually is between want and ought to.
Gray hairs is all I get,
and time really heals no wounds,
but it makes me forget how painful it was”
Sort of makes sense…
OK, one more Lars Gustafsson quote. This time from “Kärleksförklaring till en Sefardisk Dam” (“Declaration of Love to a Sefardic Lady”) from 1970. just a very small snippet:
“ …, it is time,
It is high time, it is time says the stubborn wind
Time, wind and broad daylight, crack-formation, thaw,
it is time say the agitated birds across there
moving over the ice like a flock of irresolute punctuation marks
that won’t stop for long on any paper
it is time, it is always time say the burbot eyes,
there is still time says the clock, little time
say the agricultural specialists, it is time
say someone and rises in a glade in the forest,
it is time say I and I don’t know for what…”
Swedish spring, nothing lovelier…