Would Be That My Dreams Took Flight


Ich halte meine Träume in meiner Hand
Und frage mich, warum fliegt ihr nicht?
Ihr liegt nur da, so leise und still
Keine Bewegung in meinem Gesicht.

Wenn sie endlich Flucht ergreifen
Wie schön wär' es nicht!
Hoch über die Erde fliegen sie
Hoch und stolz in...

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Wie ein dünner Nebel


Dann kommt das mal zu Ende.

Kein Wort wird mehr gesagt
Keinen Blick auf dir geworfen
Keine Träume mehr besteht.
Du sagst "auf wiedersehen"
Wir meinen's aber nicht.

Und wie ein dünner Nebel
Im Sonnenschein verjagt
So wirst du jetzt für mich
Immer schwacher, leichter, dünner
Bis nichts von dir...

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(Wrote this on the train home from Stenungsund a few years ago.)

His name was Tree.

For as long as he could remember, he had stood here in the middle of the forest. Deep in the far recesses of his slow, heavy...

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The Story of e, i, pi and the Elusive Minus One


There are three magic numbers in mathematics that stand out above all else. The first one is π, the relationship between a circle and it's diameter; there's e, the natural logarithm that permeates so many areas of mathematics; and i,...

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Writing Dialogue: Meet Chris and Rebecka


Writing dialogue is the most difficult thing I know. But watching Ally McBeal has really made me interested in writing again; and I think I realize that the whole purpose of dialogue is to establish a relationship in the story....

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The Oyster and King Bore


Back in high school, a friend in the computer club wrote a poem about an oyster who defeated King Bore (the presumed God of Snow and Winter). In a sudden flash of inspiration, I blatantly stole the idea and wrote...

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Poem on an Uninvented Language


Nika tunga bete wola
Dopi lamunga aki nola
Sa wele patima, ahima te
A naki tonga walu me.

A sina wati do katunga ne
A sina wati pim milunga me.
Ha kata son thanima ikosai
Mita wa patima, ahimanai.

Sa akita hawane, mina thak
Tabena watasi anima yak
Karoona me...

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When I Become Dictator, I Will...


  • straighten out all streets in Gothenburg in a nice north-south, east-west pattern.
  • declare Stockholm as the official "wrong side of the country".
  • move my residence to Skåne.
  • invade Denmark.
  • reinstitute the union with Norway and take all their oil. *...
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The Fairy in the West


THE FAIRY IN THE WEST came walking by the shore
A robe of woven moonlight strains she wore
She quietly walked in mists of dawn
With gentle steps like woodlands' fawn
Singing seafarer's songs of ancient lore.

THE FAIRY IN THE WEST caught my silent...

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Artificial Intelligence: A Robot Psyche


Steven Spielberg's Artificial Intelligence takes place in a world a few hundred years into the future (the exact time is not known) when the polar icecaps have melted, flooded the whole earth and left mankind struggling to maintain its way...

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