Being Bardi

"Bûm gall unwaith - hynny oedd, llefain pan ym ganed."
"I was wise once: when I was born I cried."

- Gott lära av andras fel, eftersom man inte hinner begå alla själv.

It is well to learn from the errors of others, since there is not time enough to make all of them by yourself.

"It is riches you love,not people. As for us, when we were loving it was people we loved, not riches."
(att. to the old hag, 4th C.E.)

We change the states we live in
without changing the state we live in
it is just an exchange of which

old movie star propels the moment
of dream turning real to dream to
classic songs of other moments

other states of being that linger
like conversations in quiet tones
long after waking to simple reality.

It is a way for normal people
it is a way for normal people
men all simple and women like
jet aircraft

and the blonde with cleavage
deals with the abstract issue
of having to think she finds
words that hover just beyond

their actuality and uses them
while hoping ears are distracted
by the low cut sweater bordered
by the best blonde money can buy

it is a way for normal people
but you wish sometimes
they would not.

There are times without
strict boundaries when
I feel I am a tourist
in myself

brushing barely seen
through the words and beds
that have accumulated like
spun souvenirs

within this life
that I have come to live
that is the strange
world to myself

and people speak like memories
of other times and lives.

Dreadlocks deadlocked
he mutters through the
rooms his words,hungry to
eat the conversations
of others, are hooked
and heavy as he passes

sometimes only the
fish fall prey
he lets whispered
secrets balance
between their scales

the fish,
having no memory
to speak of
do not in truth know
if they mind or not.

There are
spaces between
the spaces that
they
allow each other

spaces where
old memories
and lost dreams
curl around the
shadows

spaces where
the expectations
wait to be called
up to the
spaces between