Monday, March 30, 2009
A trip to the mountain of Lyderhorn in Bergen
A sunny day in October, 4 degrees Celcius and a cold wind. We started the trip near the east foot of the mountain, at the citadel Laksevaag in Bergen, Norway. The wiew from the bottom started with dusted and bad architectured buildings. The first three hundred metres of the road was asphalted and wide. After that, the path was adventurous and nice. The path led in two different directions, one beside two little lakes and the other along the formation of the back of the mountain. The mountain has two tops, allthough the whole area is called Lyderhorn. On the first top you have the best wiew towards Askøy, Bergen centrum, Ulriken, Fløyen, Løvstakken etc. At the other top you have the best wiew towards Fjell and Øygaarden. The wiew this day showed us the power of nature, and the beautiful city of the seven mountains. We wanted to choose another path homeward, because one path led down on the other side of the mountain, down to the coast. Acting like mountaineers, we climbed down the rocky hillside. Coming home with smile on our faces, and inspirated to take the next top next Saturday.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
My friends.
I have many types of friends.
Childhood friends.
School friends.
Folkhighschool friends.
But the best friends is the family I got during my years at Levanger.
Those are the real friends, those who mean the world to me.
They are each spesial on their own way.
Thank you for taking care of me.
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
The Bristol Castle
On a ship without a name, captured in the dark unknown sea,
thousands of soldiers are ordered to be.
Along the railings, staring into the dark night,
brave men are waiting for command, ready to fight.
Clouds appear and the sea gets wild,
from the lowest depths you hear screams like a child.
They suffer from seasickness and ubearable smell,
the air is so thick you may compare it with hell.
Sailors have done this voyage before,
one time for adventures, but now they are at war.
The Cape of Good Hope is a dream in their mind,
I doubt they are able to fight for mankind.
Written in response to A Love Child by Doris Lessing
thousands of soldiers are ordered to be.
Along the railings, staring into the dark night,
brave men are waiting for command, ready to fight.
Clouds appear and the sea gets wild,
from the lowest depths you hear screams like a child.
They suffer from seasickness and ubearable smell,
the air is so thick you may compare it with hell.
Sailors have done this voyage before,
one time for adventures, but now they are at war.
The Cape of Good Hope is a dream in their mind,
I doubt they are able to fight for mankind.
Written in response to A Love Child by Doris Lessing
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Dear Dad
Dear Dad
What else could I have done?
When I was a child, I wanted to have a father that cared for me an told me every day that he was proud of me.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to go out and spend time with my friends.
Instead, I had to stay at home, doing all the things you were supposed to do, as the father in the family.I paid your bills and I paid your taxes.
I worked hard the whole summer, so I could send you money for the journey home.
I defended you when people spoke ill about you.
What else could I have done? You`re my father!
Your son
Harry
In response to "The Zulu and the Zeide" by Dan Jacobson.
What else could I have done?
When I was a child, I wanted to have a father that cared for me an told me every day that he was proud of me.
When I was a teenager, I wanted to go out and spend time with my friends.
Instead, I had to stay at home, doing all the things you were supposed to do, as the father in the family.I paid your bills and I paid your taxes.
I worked hard the whole summer, so I could send you money for the journey home.
I defended you when people spoke ill about you.
What else could I have done? You`re my father!
Your son
Harry
In response to "The Zulu and the Zeide" by Dan Jacobson.
My child
Always busy. No time to play.
When you wanted to show me your paintings,
I told you: "Not now".
I went to school, I cleaned the car, I made dinner,
but you wanted me to read to you.
I said: "Not now, I`m too busy".
I went out running, I went to the cinema,
but you wanted me to play football with you.
I said:"Not now, maybe tomorrow".
Year flies, life`s too short, you grew up so fast.
No paintings, no books, no football.
If only I could go back again, and do
the things you wanted me to do.
In response to Unaccustomed Earth.
When you wanted to show me your paintings,
I told you: "Not now".
I went to school, I cleaned the car, I made dinner,
but you wanted me to read to you.
I said: "Not now, I`m too busy".
I went out running, I went to the cinema,
but you wanted me to play football with you.
I said:"Not now, maybe tomorrow".
Year flies, life`s too short, you grew up so fast.
No paintings, no books, no football.
If only I could go back again, and do
the things you wanted me to do.
In response to Unaccustomed Earth.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Dear James
Dear James!
Some time has passed since we saw each other, and I know I should have sent you a letter earlier. Believe me, I have written several letters, but I did not send any of them. It is very difficult to find the right words. I am afraid of hurting you, but I have decided to be honest to you. I will not have any further contact with you, so please don’t try to contact me again. I admit that the time we had together was something I consider as a “golden moment” in my life. And I am sure I always will remember you. In spite of this, I want to continue my life as it was before we met. I love my husband, and soon I will become a mother. I hope you will understand and respect my decision.
Best regards,
Daphne.
In response to A love child by Doris Lessing
Some time has passed since we saw each other, and I know I should have sent you a letter earlier. Believe me, I have written several letters, but I did not send any of them. It is very difficult to find the right words. I am afraid of hurting you, but I have decided to be honest to you. I will not have any further contact with you, so please don’t try to contact me again. I admit that the time we had together was something I consider as a “golden moment” in my life. And I am sure I always will remember you. In spite of this, I want to continue my life as it was before we met. I love my husband, and soon I will become a mother. I hope you will understand and respect my decision.
Best regards,
Daphne.
In response to A love child by Doris Lessing
Sunday, March 22, 2009
"Norwegians are born with skis on"
“We will go skiing tomorrow,” I announce in a happy mood, “just the two of us.”
“No, we will not,” she responds in a clear refusing way.
“Oh, yes we are,” my voice a little less enthusiastic this time.
“Why? You can’t force me! I hate it, I’ve always hated skis!” her voice is in an angry shrill tone.
I know it’s meaningless to continue, to try to persuade her. I didn’t like skiing either, when I was at her age. But every Sunday, the whole winter through, my family went skiing. As the youngest, I was always at the very back on these Sundays.
As years passed, I learned to appreciate skiing, to get sweaty, sit by the fire, suck the sugar lump I’d dipped in dad’s coffee, surrounded by a landscape covered in white.
I want so badly to transfer this heritage to my daughter. But, no way, tomorrow’s skiing will be on my own - as usual.
“We will go skiing tomorrow,” I announce in a happy mood, “just the two of us.”
“No, we will not,” she responds in a clear refusing way.
“Oh, yes we are,” my voice a little less enthusiastic this time.
“Why? You can’t force me! I hate it, I’ve always hated skis!” her voice is in an angry shrill tone.
I know it’s meaningless to continue, to try to persuade her. I didn’t like skiing either, when I was at her age. But every Sunday, the whole winter through, my family went skiing. As the youngest, I was always at the very back on these Sundays.
As years passed, I learned to appreciate skiing, to get sweaty, sit by the fire, suck the sugar lump I’d dipped in dad’s coffee, surrounded by a landscape covered in white.
I want so badly to transfer this heritage to my daughter. But, no way, tomorrow’s skiing will be on my own - as usual.
Pauline's thoughts
I wish I didn't go to all those movies. What good did they do me, these nice looking women with blond hair and red lipstick circling round handsome men? Everything was a lie. Their love and passion were not meant for me. Now it makes me angry. Their white shining faces were smiling to me from everywhere on posters and magazines. If only I had my tooth, life would have turned out differently.
Who told me about ugliness?
I liked to watch Pecola when she was born, but no others at the hospital did. I thought she was ugly too. They say Pecola has gone mad. Am I to be blamed? I tried to leave Cholly once, and I regret I didn't. I have my housework and Pecola now. I hear the women gossiping, but they never come close. I pray to Jesus and he will judge.
Written in response to The Bluest Eye
Who told me about ugliness?
I liked to watch Pecola when she was born, but no others at the hospital did. I thought she was ugly too. They say Pecola has gone mad. Am I to be blamed? I tried to leave Cholly once, and I regret I didn't. I have my housework and Pecola now. I hear the women gossiping, but they never come close. I pray to Jesus and he will judge.
Written in response to The Bluest Eye
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
My Heritage
From my father I got my interest of animals, and the nature.
He also taught me how to hunt.
From my mother I got my Independence.
She taught me how to manage on my own, and how important it is to be real.
My grandparents showed me all the good sides of life.
And from my sister and brother, I got two really good friends.
(In response to "My Heritage"
He also taught me how to hunt.
From my mother I got my Independence.
She taught me how to manage on my own, and how important it is to be real.
My grandparents showed me all the good sides of life.
And from my sister and brother, I got two really good friends.
(In response to "My Heritage"
Friday, March 6, 2009
Forbidden feelings
The poison was in the wound
and the wound wouldn't heal
I held her in my arms every night
every day we spent together
The day God took her away
the summer ended for me
Love at 16 can be the biggest
most beautiful thing
But what I did not know
what I did not expect
that day
something froze in me
My years have gone by
I have kept it a secret
but still
I only feel love for those like her
The young skin
the long golden hair
the look in a pair of young eyes
If i just could hold her once again
Forbidden feelings
my body outgrows my mind
The poison is in the wound
and the wound will never heal...
In response to Uncle Ernest
and the wound wouldn't heal
I held her in my arms every night
every day we spent together
The day God took her away
the summer ended for me
Love at 16 can be the biggest
most beautiful thing
But what I did not know
what I did not expect
that day
something froze in me
My years have gone by
I have kept it a secret
but still
I only feel love for those like her
The young skin
the long golden hair
the look in a pair of young eyes
If i just could hold her once again
Forbidden feelings
my body outgrows my mind
The poison is in the wound
and the wound will never heal...
In response to Uncle Ernest
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