Bach

Good to be bach.

Squeeze

I am squeezed. Like orange juice.

Cicada

Makarizomen se tettix! We bless you, Cicada...

It is a favourite poem of mine, mainly for one word in it: 'anaimosarke' - the quality of lacking blood and flesh. This is the reason why the cicada is so happy, so blessed.

Sitting

It's tiring to sit here and think of what might have been. Yet sometimes, we all have to do the unpleasant and mundane. The danger lies in the perceptions of others, who might see it variously as dangerous, romantic, idealistic, subversive, useless, impractical, or a challenge to the forces of law and order.

My mind died long ago. It is like the aftermath of Ragnarok. All the heroes are dead or deep beneath the earth, and the next generation is made of alternatives who will live in hope without knowing heroism.

Mutagenesis

Yes there will be change
If you use large notes

As a mighty horn
Heimdall at the bridge

Signals the twilight
And resurrection