Tag Archives: Varia

Om konsten att läsa och skriva Hur ska man läsa? Det är nog en rätt vanlig fundering alla någon gång har haft kring vårt förhållningssätt till litteratur och läsande. Själv får jag anledning fundera kring detta när min älskade — som oförtrutet slukar nya böcker i ett rasande tempo — åter igen försöker övertala mig att ställa tillbaka Röda rummet, Hemsöborna, Martin Bircks ungdom, Den allvarsamma leken, Jerusalem eller Gösta Berlings saga i biblioteket och...

Pandemic depression antidote (V)  [embedded content] Spending most of my time nowadays — in the shadow of the pandemic — on my island in the Karlskrona archipelago, yours truly have plenty of time listening to one of his favourite modern composers, Max Richter, whose music helps to heal my soul.

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COVID-19 depression antidote (III) [embedded content] My dear parents took me to the cinemas to watch this awesome musical back in 1966. I was eight years old — and of course, I fell hopelessly in love with Maria. I think I still am …

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‘È una farfalla che muore sbattendo le ali’ [embedded content]Twentyfive years ago I met this wonderful lady. As always, for you, Jeanette. “Though I speak with the tongues of angels, If I have not love… My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal. And though I have the gift of prophecy​… And understand all mysteries… and all knowledge… And though I have all faith So that I could remove mountains, If I have not love… I am nothing.”...

Brothers and sisters of mine This one is for you — all you brothers and sisters struggling to survive in civil wars or forced to flee your homes and risking your lives. [embedded content] Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’...

Nights in white satin  [embedded content] Moody Blues classic that still — after more than 50 years — gives me goose pimples every time I listen to it.