November Poems

Hereby some poems by Lennart Svensson, author of several modern classics.

I will now publish some choice poems, creations of timeless beauty and wisdom. The first poem is called Obey the Bey.

Badilidam, badilidoo,
I'm a singer and a poet, I sing as I go.
Dig-a-loo, Waterloo,
that's what we sing in Sweden
in Eurovision and so.

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine,
oh yes, oyez, you'd better obey --
obey The Bey, Ardath Bey,
the wise ol' Egyptian,
the adept and scholar,
the mystic, the rustic,
the king of it all.

I sing for fun, I blog on the net,
writing my poesy for all and sundry.
This blog fares well, there are readers
and stuff, visitors in the night.
It all fares well -- so I bid you,
for now, farewell!

You've just read a poem by me, Lennart Svensson, the editor and proprietor of this blog. There seems to be some visitors to this site and for that I'm glad. I mean, currently I'm not so eager to push it among people. The readers come anyway.

By the way, the pic above is of the Temple of Debod, Egypt.

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Now for the next poem: The Sun in the Dark.

The sun shines in the dark
beaming through space, illuminating Earth
lighting my way as I go shopping:

- sunripe tomatoes

- solar grain bread

- mellow yellow bananas

- Solisan vitamin drink


Sol invictus! Triumphant Sun!


The sun burns in the dead of space
boils in 5,000, maybe FIVE MILLION degrees
radiating its heat into the abyss
and reaching our clod of earth
filtering through the atmosphere
sieving through the air
shining through a tree
and shining on me
as I go home from the store
with solar bread in my basket.

I'm a legend in my lunchtime, a poet and a pundit, a king and a clown, for ever seeking Harmony, Beauty and Spiritual Passion.

I seek and I find, the journey's over, I've arrived. "Home is the sailor, home from the sea / and the hunter is home from the woods" as Stevenson put it. Or, as I myself am putting it in the next poem, called Flower in the Desert.:

The Pilgrim went out into the desert
and there he found a flower,
who said "pick me, I'm nice".
So the Pilgrim picked it and
right then he just knew
this was the Flower of Sun.

Shall I stay in this desert, he mused
or shall I bring this Flower of Sun
to the people, let them rejoice
in its beauty and marvel at the colors?

From desert plains I bring you love...
From desert plains I bring you love...

With these lines from Judas Priest,
those Metal Gods of yore,
the Pilgrim went along and headed
for The Great City, whose lustre
shone ever so brightly beyond the horizon
of the nocturnal desert.

(The rather fine picture is "Desert Flower" by alien9875.)


How sweet it is...! Oh I dare say.

What then, do I say? I say: how sweet to express yourself in poetry. It's so tight, so dense, so full of information in the tiniest space possible.

So enough of my yakking, whaddaya say, let's boogie -- with the next poem -- the fourth and last -- called, Searching:

Searching for tomorrow,
searching for a read,
searching for a blogpost,
searching for some fun...

So how 'bout that apatia they talk about:
enjoy the silence, enjoy the nothingness,
shûnyatâ... how is it done, how...?

Just sit down and dream, la-la-la...
think about nothing, the nothingness now...
I am nothing, I am void, space, infinity...
extinction -- and expansion, evolution:

I have become Cosmos, the galaxy whirl:
"sarva-loka-pravriddha", dance with me Shiva...

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Nioårsjubileum

This is the nine-year jubilee of this blog, presented in Swedish. -- Det är alltså nioårsjubileum för Galaxen idag. Det första inlägget postades 22/11 2007. Det var en annan värld då, tänk vad tiden går.

Bloggen fyller nio år idag. Tjoho.

Jag har inget särskilt att säga om bloggens förflutna just nu. Annat än att denna blogg har varit en trevlig hobby under dessa år. Från november 2007 till idag.

Jag har genom åren bloggat om ditt och datt. För att ge ett slags tvärsnitt av eländet denna jubileumsdag, härmed några länkar till personer jag bloggat om.

Ska vi börja i Sverges samtid kan man ju nämna detta inlägg om David Nessle. Nessle är en serietcknare och kreatör som kan förtjäna några rader.

Och en figur som vagt påminner om Nessle är Leonard Borgzinner. Denne norrman avled 1990 och förtjänar också några rader. En kreativ, särpräglad man, allt annat lika.

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Det handlar om människor på min blogg. Går man till andliga storheter finns det ju några stycken. Men jag inskränker mig till de mer biografiska texterna. T.ex en sådan som den om Vivekânanda. Han var en indisk guru som verkade under början av 1900-talet. Han och hans lärare Râmakrishna hade sina poänger.

Fler porträtt av andliga typer som getts på bloggen, är t.ex denna över Carlos Castaneda. Denna länk går till en recension av hans första bok. Här har ni bloggens hela Castanedatråd.

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Nioårsjubileum idag alltså. Så denna dag är "lite festlig". Men denna feststämning får inte gå för långt. Den ska inte hindra mig från att polemisera om ditt och datt. Som i de länkar jag gett som ibland har lejonklon framme.




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Rave Review of Borderline

My essay Borderline was published in 2015. The current year, 2016, in April, Heathen Harvest had a review of the book.

The review is written by American poet and author Juleigh Howard-Hobson. Apart from praising the book for being what it was meant to be, a readable overview of perennialism for today's culture, she appreciates the book's style:

Svensson writes with a smooth ease, his words flowing like intelligent conversation flows, meandering here and getting straight to the point there in a natural, balanced manner.

Further, Howard-Hobson says this:

And because Borderline is a supremely well-constructed book, [a certain chapter] concerns the creation of all that shares in the state of being (...) [T]his could be heavy-going, but Svensson manages to punctuate the ponderous with light “unscripted” statements like, “I must have forgotten noting it when putting this down on paper once” (concerning the ultimate source of a creation myth), that make a chapter’s worth of philosophical musings on the beginning of existence lively and interesting rather than deadly and dull.

To this I say: indeed, some effort on style was made when writing the book. I suspected that hundreds of pages of conceptual discussion could be hard to digest, therefore, I aimed at a style of "tight but loose," allowing for passages like the one noted above.

The review continues saying this, also touching on the style of the book:

Svensson gives a quick summation of Vedic Philosophy after this, having dived into it (so to speak) while discussing the creation of everything. It is fascinating to note that when he talks about The Rigveda, “the Upanishads and its successor, the Bhagavad-Gita,” the translations he uses are his own. This is even more fascinating when you realize that the book you are reading is in English although Svensson himself is Swedish, and he still manages to convey both personality and intelligence.

The review says a lot of things, virtually all of it in a positive vein. This paragraph sums up the text rather well:

There are twenty-six chapters that make up the bulk of this two hundred thirty-three-page book, which is also comprised of an introduction, a coda, aphorisms, a list of sources, and an index of persons mentioned. Spanning from Plato to Castaneda, Svensson manages to not only capture the essential spark and esoteric meaning of conjectures regarding ontology—the nature of being—but he also manages to recast these conjectures in a new light, “so that the educated reader of today gains clarity in the matter.” Achieving such a feat is not an easy task, I imagine, but achieve it Svensson most certainly has.

The whole review can be found online here. As such, Heathen Harvest has been online sine 2003 as a site for neofolk, ambient and industrial music plus related literature of the traditionalist kind.




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