Är ett vilande vindfälle stormen rämnat och gömt

invid rena ― öppnande ― flödande kallkällorna.


Kvarstår vara eftersökt och sann ― Allt det ni har drömt.


Siktar ännu efter de dröjande molnens steg,

efter trevande vintersolen över granranden

med blick flyende bort från denna plats nedanför…


(Ligger tankfull kvar i sluttningen,

ensamt motvilligt ense om att lämna mina spår.)


Slutar att fagermätt peta runt i Livets snår,

säger mjukt att det svårtydda är er okunnighet;

att kärnan ristade hårt in mitt sista dödsår.


En liten immig skymt från de gångna glanspunkterna:


(Hårdaste årsringarna, sällan rikligt användbara

när endast och alltid; Sanningen till svar återstår.)


I sitt drömmeri fastnade frosten på det dammgrå

spillet från grenars kraft ― vandrande till Gudarnas makt ―

instigande över markens tröskel: Skyarnas vrå.


Odlad vara en Vetande: En förädlat vild.


I reached my goals for this year when it comes down to showing up with some productivity, granted be that it was for the most part writing as far back as seven years that went into small print and production. I also managed to reach post number three hundred and got over five thousand followers on this blog/homepage. And, I started up again with a dozen posts.

The two books I made this year with my translated poetry; AS ONE and HUNTED IN INVIOLABLE BLOOD has been read by a few thousand and understood by too few, they will of course be read by many more; and much more interested people in the future. I also did a book in Swedish with poetry; I KLARHET     IMMA (IN CLARITY     MIST) and I had my second photo exhibition under the name 1 SIGFRIDSSON; called DUSSINFOTO (DOZENPHOTO). As my grand finale for this year I did the magazine: NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL) that gathered some of my articles, naturally I found some minor mistakes here and there after it was completed…. O! I continuously avoid perfection. 

I’m rarely as productive as I would like to be so I’m pleased anyway. (Honestly, I’m a bit humoured by how I always wait so I can start up from zero with everything I have done in my life. It has to do with that I would get bored and leave it if I didn’t keep it a bit shaky and interesting until final day of production. It gives it that unique one of a kind touch, perhaps or perhaps not… I can always fix it in the mix some other rainy day.)

I still buy and sell a few books, records and other crap now and then on the internet. I find it curious that many believe that I must be a “fan” of what I “trade” with… Trust me, I’m not a “fan” of any junk-culture. As far as I’m concerned it can all burn and be erased from this world. Why do I even touch it? It keeps my mind occupied a few hours here and there every second month or so. Maybe I just need a small hobby to avoid going out and stabbing people? (By the way, I have stopped with this small trading, I might sell a few things once or twice more…)

Earlier this year there was some goofy literature magazines that complained about that I gave them material through e-mail without treating them as very special individuals, as they all are so important that I just have to send them a few words each for their magazines that I would never read, at least not without puking. Why send them anything then? It is merely for spreading my material around a bit. I really do not wish to be in any of the junk-culture magazines. I have stopped sending out material altogether now, not a copy was sent out of NEW TIME (THE SOLSTICE WELL). I might send out something in the future, but I doubt it. (I might become forced to, for some reason or another…)

You know, if the world was perfect then I would sit and dream and write aesthetic and fragile poetry all day long. I would have some peaches with cream and some cold mineral water and then go out and smell the forest after the rain in the Spring/Summer/Autumn. Etc. I do not sit and daydream as the nightmare of the present reality in this world will take over in a few seconds… Now there is a Winter… I do not have any papers to write on… On the positive side I do have some cream in a can… It is fattening.

I figure that I’m now about 0,001% of what I should have been some twenty years ago, that is slightly depressing. At least I’m on the map for the New Time and that is more than most who lived in this sad middle-period of time have. Next year will be mine.

I will raise One fulltru-glass on New Year as a first, last and always.


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Har en fotoutställning hos Café Jernvägen i Sala. Startar idag den 9.1.46 och pågår fram till den 9.1.47. Om du är extremt intresserad så får du ta dig dit. Annars kan du avnjuta min video från detta års kulturella händelse i Sverige.1 SIGFRIDSSON DUSSINFOTO (1 TJOG BILDER)




Bonus, den fyra år gamla affischen från min tidigare fotoutställning i Delphi: