There’s a whole lot of people in trouble tonight From the disease of conceit, Whole lot of people seeing double tonight From the disease of conceit, Give ya delusions of grandeur And a evil eye Give you idea that You’re too good to die, Then they bury you from your head to your feet From […]
Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf, Ring them bells for all of us who are left, Ring them bells for the chosen few Who will judge the many when the game is through. Ring them bells, for the time that flies, For the child that cries When innocence dies. Ring them bells […]
Ring them bells, ye heathen From the city that dreams, Ring them bells from the sanctuaries Cross the valleys and streams, For they’re deep and they’re wide And the world’s on its side And time is running backwards And so is the bride. Ring them bells St. Peter Where the four winds blow, Ring them […]
Natten hjemsøker oss med fremtid mellom kulisser der alle spiller en rolle som Gud gav dem. Suffløren i kassen, hvem er det. Han glemmer alltid stikkordet, og vi på scenen vet ikke hvordan vi skal forholde oss til de svarte narrene som danser omkring med bjeller eller han som peker på oss med gevær, kjøleskap […]
En kråke som flyr. Bare for seg selv, for de urørlige trær i sneen. Bare for mitt øye nå, et tegn for min bitre visshet at ingen ting tar slutt, at evigheten fødes og dør i en ringdans av mørke former. Den samme smerte som ingen utsoner, det samme skrik som aldri stilner, de samme […]
1 Now the serpent was more crafty than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made. And he said to the woman, «Indeed, has God said, ‘You shall not eat from any tree of the garden’?» 2 The woman said to the serpent, «From the fruit of the trees of the garden […]
Heretics are the only bitter remedy against the entropy of human thought. Yevgeny Zamyatin «Literature, Revolution and Entropy», quoted in The Dragon and Other Stories (1967)
Now he goes along the darksome road, thither whence they say noone returns. Carmina, no. 4
A man’s character is his fate. On the Universe, fragment 121
Krist stod opp av daude i påskemorgen raude. Så syng no høgt og sjeleglad hans kyrkjelyd i kvar ein stad: Ære vere Gud i det høge! Krist stod opp med velde, han synd og daude felde. So syng no høgt og sjeleglad hans kyrkjelyd i kvar ein stad: Ære vere Gud i det høge! Krist […]
