Räddaren i nöden

17 February, 2019 at 12:17 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment

radioI dessa tider, när ljudrummet dränks i den kommersiella radions tyckmyckentrutade ordbajseri och pubertalflamsande tjafs, har man nästan gett upp.

Men det finns ljus i mörkret.

I programmet Text och musik med Eric Schüldt — som sänds på söndagsförmiddagarna i P2 mellan klockan 11 och 12 — kan man lyssna på seriös musik och en programledare som har något att säga och inte bara låter foderluckan glappa. Att få höra någon med intelligens och känsla tala om saker som vi alla går och bär på djupt inom oss — men nästan aldrig vågar prata om — är en lisa för själen.

Der Überirdische ist tot

17 February, 2019 at 10:41 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment

Bruno Ganz (1941-2019). RIP.

In complete subjection to the ego

16 February, 2019 at 11:44 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment

widmer8The illusion that egoists will be pleased, or flattered, by interest taken in their habits persists throughout life; whereas, in fact, persons like Widmerpool, in complete subjection to the ego, are, by the nature of that infirmity, prevented from supposing that the minds of others could possibly be occupied by any subject far distant from the egoist’s own affairs.

A Dance to the Music of Time

Guess we all have our​ own Widmerpools among friends and acquaintances​ …

Sveriges drygaste

15 February, 2019 at 23:51 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment

horJag avskyr människor med dålig ekonomi och gör mitt bästa för att undvika dem … Höjdpunkten är när de faller i gråt vid anblicken av den samlade mängden obetalda räkningar och skyhöga räntor på lättvindiga lån. När jag ser dessa dagdrömmande våp, längtar jag efter de riktiga människorna, de fattiga och de rika, som vet vilka de är och lever utan illusioner.

Horace Engdahl

Rom i regnet (personal)

14 February, 2019 at 17:19 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


Fortfarande så underbart bra. Det är bara sluta ögonen och lyssna, så är man tillbaka i den värld och de upplevelser som var ens eget 70-tal. Tack Ulf!

Man’s best friend

13 February, 2019 at 22:27 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


Den tysta majoriteten gör rent hus

9 February, 2019 at 19:17 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


Till alla kvinnliga studenter som under årens lopp fått stå ut med att professorn kallat dem för Marie-Fifi …

But once, we were here

9 February, 2019 at 19:03 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


In loving memory of my brother, Peter ‘Uncas’ Pålsson.

Agni Parthene

9 February, 2019 at 13:47 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


En dag ringde Indira Gandhi

8 February, 2019 at 16:36 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


Twist in my sobriety

6 February, 2019 at 10:13 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


One of sixteen vestal virgins

2 February, 2019 at 00:54 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


Covers are as a rule worse than the original. But there are exceptions, and this is certainly one of them.

Into the West

2 February, 2019 at 00:40 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


In memory of Kristina. Beloved wife and mother of David and Tora.

Hope fades
Into the world of night
Through shadows falling
Out of memory and time
Don’t say
We have come now to the end
White shores are calling
You and I will meet again
And you’ll be here in my arms

Would I Lie To You?

2 February, 2019 at 00:16 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment



1 February, 2019 at 21:50 | Posted in Varia | Leave a comment


Funeral Blues

18 January, 2019 at 21:43 | Posted in Varia | 1 Comment

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone.
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling in the sky the message He is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever, I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun.
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

W. H. Auden

Bengt Nilsson In Memoriam. A friend non plus ultra.

Eres Tú​

18 January, 2019 at 21:16 | Posted in Varia | Comments Off on Eres Tú​


Eres tú
Como el agua de mi fuente
Eres tú
El fuego de mi hogar
(Eres tú)
Algo así eres tú
(Como el fuego de mi hoguera)
Algo así como el fuego de mi hoguera
(Eres tú)
Algo así eres tú
(El trigo de mi pan)
Mi vida algo así eres tú


15 January, 2019 at 18:26 | Posted in Varia | Comments Off on 10.0

Our youngest daughter was into gymnastics for many years, so I’ve seen how much practice and effort it takes to do things like this. Amazing performance!

The emotive power of music

14 January, 2019 at 18:46 | Posted in Varia | Comments Off on The emotive power of music


Davida Scheffers has lived her dream of​ winning a contest and the opportunity to play with the Dutch​ Orchestra. Davida suffers from an extremely painful neuromuscular condition that derailed her career, and she thought she would never get to play in a professional orchestra again. The young blond lady is her daughter and turned 18 years old that day.


Kieslowski’s masterpiece

13 January, 2019 at 11:56 | Posted in Varia | Comments Off on Kieslowski’s masterpiece


Though I speak with the tongues of angels,
If I have not love…
My words would resound with but a tinkling cymbal.
And though I have the gift of prophesy…
And understand all mysteries…
and all knowledge…
And though I have all faith
So that I could remove mountains,
If I have not love…
I am nothing.

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