(I would love to be described exactly like that )
01/10/2010
Julia # - Paul de Vree
Originally a poet, then turned into an artist. Avant-garde literary theoretician.
(I would love to be described exactly like that )
(I would love to be described exactly like that )
28/09/2010
21/08/2010
JULIA -The Y -generation
I got this text published in a magazine made by the French- American School in Paris.
Desirous of everything at the same time.
I say, without the fear to generalize,
- is that the zeitgeist of our generation?
Desirous of everything at the same time.
Because I'm sure it's not only me
being hit, every now and then,
by a feeling
that I want so much,
so much more than this.
I want to make mama happy,
but I need to do things that make mamas unhappy.
I want to create, change, break out, go further
and get drunk on Saturday nights,
and sometimes on Thursdays too
and understand this family heritage of mine.
And celebrate this discovery with a lot of dancing at empty clubs,
and get myself a huge dog with a human face and intelligent eyes
and we'll respect each other mutually.
And much more still.
I want to do everything, met everyone and live everywhere, at least for a little while.
And for every place I get to know, and love and leave
my heart and head fills with stories that I'll never be able to tell my grand children
because these are not stories that should be told by a grandma
and as strangers become lovers and friends
my phone bill just gets bigger
I’m sure that my generation makes more long distance calls then ever before.
And me and my generation wants to live in the future,
the past
and the present
all three in one second
We’re so well documented that not having a camera, iphone, facebook is a statement.
(That’s troublesome for a girl like me who loses a lot )
Desire, realization, documentation.
And of course we realize that our youth won’t last forever,
and of course we know that one day we'll have to pay for all the cigarettes we've smoked, being perfectly aware of the danger
But that's what makes us beautiful, the Y generation.
We know that cigarettes kill and buy another pack of those big red cheap ones.
We've seen all the failed love stories on film but still can’t help falling, breaking and trying again.
We got it all and we want even more.
Desirous of everything at the same time.
That’s us. The Y-generation.
Still, in somewhere between step one and five – it’s exactly the same as it always has been.
My mother told me yesterday that I should chose the music I listen to now with great care, because the music you listens to in your twenties will follow you and become the soundtrack of your life.
And our children too will carry pictures of us as young in their wallets and say
‘look, this is my mum in her twenties, wasn’t she beautiful?’
And they, like us, won’t understand what happened since those photos were taken.
In a way everything remains the same, because
time and patterns are unfamiliar with changes.
And we, just like our parents, will never grow old
We'll just get older
And continue our lives,
always carrying our memories with us, like loaded guns .
So I say this for the last time
without the fear to generalize
Desirous of everything at the same time,
missing nothing,
wanting it all.
Is that the zeitgeist of our generation?
Or just of youth in general?
Desirous of everything at the same time.
I say, without the fear to generalize,
- is that the zeitgeist of our generation?
Desirous of everything at the same time.
Because I'm sure it's not only me
being hit, every now and then,
by a feeling
that I want so much,
so much more than this.
I want to make mama happy,
but I need to do things that make mamas unhappy.
I want to create, change, break out, go further
and get drunk on Saturday nights,
and sometimes on Thursdays too
and understand this family heritage of mine.
And celebrate this discovery with a lot of dancing at empty clubs,
and get myself a huge dog with a human face and intelligent eyes
and we'll respect each other mutually.
And much more still.
I want to do everything, met everyone and live everywhere, at least for a little while.
And for every place I get to know, and love and leave
my heart and head fills with stories that I'll never be able to tell my grand children
because these are not stories that should be told by a grandma
and as strangers become lovers and friends
my phone bill just gets bigger
I’m sure that my generation makes more long distance calls then ever before.
And me and my generation wants to live in the future,
the past
and the present
all three in one second
We’re so well documented that not having a camera, iphone, facebook is a statement.
(That’s troublesome for a girl like me who loses a lot )
Desire, realization, documentation.
And of course we realize that our youth won’t last forever,
and of course we know that one day we'll have to pay for all the cigarettes we've smoked, being perfectly aware of the danger
But that's what makes us beautiful, the Y generation.
We know that cigarettes kill and buy another pack of those big red cheap ones.
We've seen all the failed love stories on film but still can’t help falling, breaking and trying again.
We got it all and we want even more.
Desirous of everything at the same time.
That’s us. The Y-generation.
Still, in somewhere between step one and five – it’s exactly the same as it always has been.
My mother told me yesterday that I should chose the music I listen to now with great care, because the music you listens to in your twenties will follow you and become the soundtrack of your life.
And our children too will carry pictures of us as young in their wallets and say
‘look, this is my mum in her twenties, wasn’t she beautiful?’
And they, like us, won’t understand what happened since those photos were taken.
In a way everything remains the same, because
time and patterns are unfamiliar with changes.
And we, just like our parents, will never grow old
We'll just get older
And continue our lives,
always carrying our memories with us, like loaded guns .
So I say this for the last time
without the fear to generalize
Desirous of everything at the same time,
missing nothing,
wanting it all.
Is that the zeitgeist of our generation?
Or just of youth in general?
08/07/2010
Ida # No idea, Don't think twice, it's alright
Luften är tjock av värme av högsommar av kärlek av sol av att gå barfota av att ligga bredvid en människa som just lärt sig säga jävla av att dricka öl i kvällsolen av att tjuvröka på balkongen av att okynnessova av dig och dig och dig och alla andra av allt.
03/05/2010
JULIA # 70
Hej älsklingar,
ville bara säga att jag i fortsättningen kommer att publicera mina inlägg på svenska på en egen blogg, och de engelska här på memory.
Det känns som att jag är tvungen att göra så för att få en samlad bild av vad jag har skrivit + skapa en visionboard för det fortsatta skrivandet. Den litterära ambitionen växer hela tiden och skroppen skriker efter struktur.
Men annars är allt som vanligt!
Pussar och kramar
28/04/2010
27/04/2010
JULIA # 67 - Bukowski, orginalet
the flesh covers the bone
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
and they put a mind
in there and
sometimes a soul,
and the women break
vases against the walls
and the men drink too
much
and nobody finds the
one
but keep
looking
crawling in and out
of beds.
flesh covers
the bone and the
flesh searches
for more than
flesh.
there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.
nobody ever finds
the one.
the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill
nothing else
fills.
26/04/2010
JULIA # 66 - Taśma zaczęła się kręcic
Älskade Olenka! Snart åker vi tåg till Casablanca istället för tunnelbana till jobbet, snar bor vi där William Burroughs bott
och försvinner utom alla myndigheternas synhåll.
Ja! Jaga oss gärna när vi röker vattenpipa där Ginsberg skrivit och köper tillräckligt med Fatimas händer för en livstid.
En skräck - kanske kanske inser vi där borta att mormors kök inte är det bästa i hela världen? Tveksamt dock, men jag har hört saker.
Just nu är vi bara här, men snart är vi där.
och försvinner utom alla myndigheternas synhåll.
Ja! Jaga oss gärna när vi röker vattenpipa där Ginsberg skrivit och köper tillräckligt med Fatimas händer för en livstid.
En skräck - kanske kanske inser vi där borta att mormors kök inte är det bästa i hela världen? Tveksamt dock, men jag har hört saker.
Just nu är vi bara här, men snart är vi där.
23/04/2010
Aleksandra # 20 - Lebenskunst
Je suis l'origine du monde,A vixen de luxe and your faithful mistress.
Jestem Żonką, Męczennicą i Kochanką.
Jestem tą, którą akurat się bije.
I am the painting you stole from Picasso.
I am the cage that caught the bird.
I am on TV.
Jestem Żonką, Męczennicą i Kochanką.
Jestem tą, którą akurat się bije.
I am the painting you stole from Picasso.
I am the cage that caught the bird.
I am on TV.
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