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 |   Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
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Enga mellom Fjella  Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel"   Reader's Choice of Poems: "Sentinel" "Glice" "A radiant moon has set" "I, Katrina" "Drugs sold here" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" :"Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES     PLACES            Kåre  Enga~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
| 50.800 and change.. That's how many views this blog has gotten over the years, but it has been languishing for a couple years now. I cannot complain. Just do not have the energy i once had. Yesterday i stressed over arranging details of my trip to Poland. Got out very late. Went for a walk but did not see much. At night, i watched Eurovision. I thought the winner, Conchita of Austria, did quite well. Controversy around her appearance may have helped but the song and delivery were great. So up very late. I did eat breakfast, but now it is 11 and i must leave or accomplish little... again. Until then... peace. |
| ...Lillihammer. I managed to get on the train at the airport and arrived okay. Goofed up on how I did my reservation, but that was fixed. Then I overslept and missed breakfast. That's a definite no no in Norway. Wandered around town and was really charmed by the outdoors museum, Maihaugen. Tomorrow I might take a look at the sites from the '94 Olympics. My room is quite nice but I feel isolated as people seem to keep to themselves. This can be a real problem in Scandinavia. I've experienced this before. Sent a postcard off but card and postage cost about $4.50 so I won't be sending many. Cheaper by far to call. Lefse and lompe are both soft flat breads. Lompe is potato based. With my odd combination of shrimpsalad, chicken wings and goatcheese.... I will survive. |
| All of a sudden I didn't want to open my email inbox. There's no recent reason for this fear. It's an echo from trauma long ago. Interesting though. I didn't expect it. It does seem part of an old pattern. I have seldom wanted to engage in communication when the message is negative towards me. I suspect this goes back to childhod. I KNOW this goes back to childhood. I could ask my mother but we don't talk about things like this. Avoid, avoid, avoid. I am much more confident when I'm doing the talking. Like last night. I got to read three of my poems for Freek from Belgium. He writes plays. Unfortunately for me... in Dutch. Today I really need to visit Belem and then focus on the next part of my trip. I leave tomorrow for Norway. I dare not avoid what needs to be done. No time for past traumas. |
| ...so I called my mother. Me... I'm in Lisboa. Bus trip yesterday was short and uneventful. €12,50. Not hard to catch the local bus either, though I missed one; they run every 15 minutes on Sundays. I'm back at The Independente, €39/4 nights. Got my lower bunk and went out for sushi and set in the miradouro overlooking the city at sunset. Helped an Australian from Sydney find his phone ...first like at facebook? Linda from Queensland. LOL. Mondays are a slow start to the week here. Museums are closed. So I must visit Alfama and get lost in the narrow streets. Day started out with breakfast and a chat with a young writer from Belgium. Dia da Mãe... yesterday the 4th in Portugal, next Sunday the 11th in the U.S., the 7th in our family. My mother will be 92. |
| ...haven't met any yet... in Évora, that is. However, in Lagos... ME: I'm off to the cemetary today and want to visit the bone chapel (not same place). Carrying two cameras and my tablet. Pics! I had snails yesterday and the night before pork and clams (porco à alentejana; it was wonderful). Coffee and a sheep cheese and greens sandwich was lunch. Relaxing. Not pushing it. 1:40 in the afternoon and I'm ready, get set, go.  |
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