lördag 19 december 2015

Son of Sweden (poem)

I'm a poet. I sing for my existence as a white man in a time of PC decay.

I live in the Swedish county of Angermanland, by the Bothnian Sea. I haven't always lived here; some 50 years ago I was born in the county of Lapland, situated inland and to the north-west of Angermanland.

Both Lapland and Angermanland are northern provinces. They are part of NORRLAND as we call it, a mythical part of Sweden just like Scotland of the Bristish Isles or, say, Texas or some other rough-hewn part of the US.

I'm a Northlander. "En norrlänning" as we say. The following poem tells about my northern heritage.

My voyage began in the heart of Lapland
as a Son of Arya, son of log-floaters and farmers,
eyes blue as the blue sky above,
hair yellow as the fields of rye.

I listened to the myths, sang to the northern light,
praised my creator and began my journey.
I lived among the flowers and the trees,
I read about events past and present,
praising my Nordic heritage as a man of the Svea tribe.

This is my land, this is my people; this is
Norrland, part of Sweden. And Norrlanders
are part of the Svea tribe. The Swedes
were Asatru believers in the past, now
sacrificing on other altars,
always affirming their being,
always proud of their heritage --

a small, striving, hardened people
currently under the thumb of The Powers
That Be -- Swedes, a people hectored
and harrassed, a people crying out for
Freedom -- freedom from the irresponsible
punks ruling them, freedom from debauchery
and treason, freedom from indulgence and
idiocy. Freedom to be what they are:
Swedish, and proud of it.

Nordic Sphinx: A Svensson Poem
My presentation of "Ernst Jünger -- A Portrait" on this blog
Living Traditions' (Australia) review of the Jünger book

måndag 14 december 2015


This blog is called Svenssongalaxen = the Svensson Galaxy.

It's Christmas time and I'm dancing like a rhinoceros through the streets. I cry like a bird, I swim like a fish. I thrive. So what better time to post some links, links to this selfsame blog of course. There's a lot of good stuff here.

Sure. Like this post about old media going down. It's a summary of a Jeff Berwick post from 2014 and it's still viable.

Here's a short story of mine, about a modern man in a living hell.

And here's a post about "secular hymns," about ordinary songs having a certain religious feel.

That's it. Merry Christmas! Now back to business. I'm not leaving for a holiday or anything like that. I seek rest in action.

(Pic M. C. Escher)

torsdag 10 december 2015


Summary in English: some gibberish in my native tongue, Swedish.

Vi måste skapa ett tryggare och mänskligare samhälle. Vi måste skapa en god utbildning för människorna i det här landet. Utvecklingens framsteg måste prioriteras. Vi måste trygga vår livsmedelsförsörjning enligt gängse praxis.

Ett fint liv åstadkoms med gemensamma ansträngningar.

Generell information gynnas av utvecklingen.

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Landets vandel bedrivs i allmänna samhällskategorier.

Relevanta händelser speglas i media.

Allmänna sammanställningar informerar medborgarna.

Ballard: Solens rike (1984)
Borges: Ficciones (1945)
Coleridge: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (1798)
Ernst Jünger: På marmorklipporna (1939)
Ballard: Miracles of Life: Shanghai to Shepperton (2008)
Bilden föreställer ett sceneri från Härnösand.