i'm NOT going out of bed

it's COLD outside. and WET. just now it was SNOWING.

i'm staying in bed all day, nicely covered up.

my brain has switched on the hibernation mode.

not a poem

(for a girl who won't have any poems written about her)


1.

just to keep things short: this isn't a poem. no way.
it doesn't rhyme. it doesn't use any metre, or rhythm,
or melody of speech. it has no stanzas, or anything, that might be
expressed in numbers. each word stands for itself, entirely free.

try as you may, you won't find anything to distinguish
this from prose. it has no beat. you can't sing it
(that's saying something nowadays!), and even in print
it won't look like anything special. that's to say, no one

can recite it under your window, with or without moonshine,
nor write it on coloured paper and mail it to you,
nor, when he is alone, press it to his heart to forget
how much he misses you, or read it to himself, nor hang it

on the wall. all these are things people do with poems,
some people at least, but it cannot be done with this.


2.

this, being no poem, contains neither metaphors
nor embarassing similes. none of that flowery language.
that's to say, you can be really sure that nobody will
think of your eyes as resembling petals of the blue

lotus (nymphaea caerulea), nor of your hair as dark bees' wings,
nor call your neck a pillar of the ivory tower, nor address ears
or other parts of your body as foreign flowers or fruits.
poets do that kind of thing. here, there is no question of it.

each word means the same here as in everyday speech. thus,
when i say "strawberry" or "albatros" or "lily pond",
"wine" or "tears", i just mean the red fruits, the seabirds
and the liquids. don't you go thinking of anything else.

there are no descriptions here, either. neither of unmown meadows
nor of swimming in the sea in summer, nor yet of a sunset,
that would make your cheeks and arms look still more precious
and glow like molten gold. there are no such things,

and not being poets, we need not invent them, but may
simply be content with the bare truth. - all the things i don't say here
i do not refuse to say because they wouldn't be true,
but because this is no poem - we want to do this matter-of-factly,

because that is one of the worst things about those poets
(except being unintelligible): they hardly ever stick to their facts.


3.

writing no poem is terribly easy. it neither calls for
asceticism, nor, on the other hand, for excess. one need not
study or read anything, or wait for inspirations.
in short, one needn't do anything at all. this being

no poem, it is not bound by any conventions, nor obliged to
be original. writing no poem, i can say what has been
said a thousand times, or be silent. on the whole, writing
no poems has only advantages. for instance, one needn't

produce any effects on people, sting them or tickle them
or play on their heart strings, or intoxicate them. no poem
will change nobody's life. some people spend all their life
reading no poems, and life passes just as if they didn't.

poems usually finish with a flourish. this, being none,
doesn't. it just stops anyw

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to obedience and warmth. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage pessimistically. You don't think happy marriages exist anymore. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

sad child with purple hair

Your Inner Child Is Sad

You're a very sensitive soul.You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have.Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone.You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.

How Is Your Inner Child?

Your Hair Should Be Purple

Intense, thoughtful, and unconventional.You're always philosophizing and inspiring others with your insights.

What's" Your Funky Inner Hair Color?

soooooooo predictable... *GGG*

You're an Passionate Kisser

For you, kissing is about all about following your urgesIf someone's hot, you'll go in for the kiss - end of storyYou can keep any relationship hot with your steamy kissesA total spark plug - your kisses are bound to get you in trouble

What Kind of Kisser Are You?

What Your Underwear Says About You

You buy the sexiest underwear you kind find, and always have something hot on underneath your clothes. You're the type of guy who lets his girlfriend pick out his underwear.

The Underwear Oracle

that's 8th grade? more like primary school...

You Passed 8th Grade Math

Congratulations, you got 9/10 correct!

Could You Pass 8th Grade Math?

I thought I was a lot weirder!

You Are 30% Weird

Not enough to scare other people...But sometimes you scare yourself.

How Weird Are You?

I resent the term "eunuch" ;-)

You Are 60% Boyish and 40% Girlish

You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.

How Boyish or Girlish Are You?

You are a Self-Discoverer

You're not religious, but you've created your own kind of spirituality.Introspective and thoughtful, you tend to look inward for the divine.You are distrusting of all forms of organized religion.You especially dislike religious gurus and leaders, who you feel are charlatans.

What's" Your Religious Philosophy?

yeah!

This one, too.

How You Are In Love

You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time. In relationships, you tend to be a bit selfish. You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time. You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change. You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

How Are You In Love?

Ok. This one was predictable.

Arty Kid

Whether you were a drama freak or an emo poet, you definitely were expressive and unique. You're probably a little less weird these days - but even more talented!

Who Were You In High School?

I'm not scary? Not even a little bit?

You Are Not Scary

Everyone loves you. Isn't that sweet?

How Scary Are You?

who'd have thought that.

A Life Rated

This Is My Life, Rated
Life:	6
Mind:	7.8
Body:	8.6
Spirit:	5.9
Friends/Family:	2.9
Love:	2.1
Finance:	3.1
Take the Rate My Life Quiz

hmmmm.... so what?

.

unusual insomnia

restless. feeling incomplete. missing something important.

or maybe someone.



i swear i didn't eat anything funny, or so.

When Mice Fall in Love :-)

Some guys at Washington University, St. Louis, found out that male mice sing songs to impress attractive girl mice. The don't just say "cheeeep", they really sing a recognizable melody. Would you believe it? There's the article.

And if you happen to be a sweet, cuddly little mouse girl, please, please listen to my song!

Egy vers három nyelven / One poem in three languages

Tedd a kezed
homlokomra,
mintha kezed
kezem volna.

Úgy ´örizz, mint
ki gyilkolna,
mintha éltem
élted volna.

Úgy szeress, mint
ha jó volna,
mintha szívem
szíved volna.

(József Attila)


Leg die Hand
auf meine Stirne,
ganz so, als wär
deine Hand meine.

Hüt mich, als könnts
hier Mörder geben,
ganz, als sei dein
Leben mein Leben.

Lieb mich, als läg'
darin kein Schmerz,
ganz so, als sei dein
Herz mein Herz.


Lay your hand

upon my brow,

as though your hand

was my own.

Guard me, as if

from strangler's force,

just as though my

life was yours.

Love me, as though

it could not smart,

as though your heart

was my heart.

No, there is no snow here yet...

...but I've a feeling it won't be long... Anyway
the wild boar are frolicking in the woods ever so sweetly. I took a long morning walk today and met a wild boar mummy with five or six piglets - no longer striped, but earthy brown, perfect for hiding in an autumn forest. Which they did at once when their mummy saw me. Lots too quick for taking a pic, but I wasn't carrying a camera anyway.