Notes of a teenage dropout
Part 1: 1972
We move like pieces on a darkened chessboard.
Chess is a good game.
It will wreck your life and drive you mad.
Never is always
Atoms hum in dispute
driving shapes through flavoured air.
along the snowline
of a body.
Like a ghostly patch
where a mirror had been.
And his mind was there
settled under the trees.
Perhaps we will arrive in Greece
several thousand years too late.
“Daily Notes” (“Attempts at a journal”)
Began in 1978. Consisting mainly of various thoughts, ideas, questions and opinions. Some are just sentence-length, others a paragraph or more.
Fragments from the years 1972 to 1978 will be posted first, for the sake of completeness.
I give these notes the overall title “Lostness”.
Since I fell ill, in 1987, almost thirty years have gone by. Now I am slowly and painfully typing-out my writing in the hope that, rather than being “lost”, it may actually be found, by a few people, while I still exist.