25 September, 2017
It was a Wednesday morning, and I was thinking about my girlfriend. All of a sudden the sentence “it doesn’t make any difference”, being sung like machine gun fire by johnny Rotten, just popped into my head.
Just had a look at how many poems I have got on this site, IanLive.com: Over 80 pieces.
I have started to add categories as a means to find and sort. The trouble is, like with any kind of natural system, the more stuff and structure you have, the more energy you need to manage it. I hope to reduce this energy by using a lot of automatic wizardry stuff in the background but the groundwork has to be laid first.
The piece “Just Don’t Know How” is about the the feelings a father can have for his sons, in my case two great grown up sons.
Over the last seven years I have only been seeing them on and off. Last year I had the wish to see them both and spend a bit of time with them and the wish came true.
Being new in Berlin, and not knowing where to go, I saw this advertisement for some artist doing some work, so I ran along.
Of course, in Berlin, one should always go later to such events, but I thought something might be going on right at the beginning, so I happened to be the first one there.
For a short time I had the pleasure of living in a room in HomeBase.
The room was designated as a living and working space for artists. It was late summer but already the room was so cold that you could only work in it if you were packed up in thermals.