tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73943745244069619802024-03-13T12:28:24.424-07:00Ma Chanson de Rien du Tout... To Be Continued ...Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.comBlogger176125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-21370663931156677582011-11-02T08:47:00.000-07:002011-11-02T08:47:06.720-07:00For the ones living for the nightI'm living <br />
<br />
but I used to be barely living<br />
<br />
so I've made some progress for now, I think.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-87710025161497553092011-08-10T02:47:00.000-07:002011-08-10T02:47:17.664-07:00Quills are made to be there<br />
and quills are made to be broken<br />
<br />
Dark moods swaying over the landscape<br />
rolling in like thunder <br />
I do my best<br />
but it isn't much<br />
maybe somewhere sometime a life is possible for me<br />
<br />
time to get a grip<br />
time to dissolve in the current of life again<br />
time to live<br />
<br />
but the dark side is there.<br />
the dark side remains there<br />
but thank you for the gift of life<br />
I might even enjoy it.<br />
<br />
<iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=unchderiduto-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1608640302&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-72518372604065525082011-05-31T06:54:00.000-07:002011-05-31T06:54:55.202-07:00The lefties won on all major administrative elections in Italy! :-)Life is just a trap waiting for you to risk yourself but once you're caught there is no way out. A viral motion sucking you into time that dissolves as if it never existed but we don't give up, ever, while it keeps raining, while the angels keep weeping and little could sooth me as if I would have found paradise ... for now I found my paradise. I'm happy to be alive.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-57166109140976084532011-04-20T02:07:00.000-07:002011-04-20T02:07:26.395-07:00"Some days I feel like my shadow is casting me"For those who would be looking for me<br />
<br />
I'm not there anymore<br />
<br />
In case you are doubting:<br />
<br />
I found something better<br />
<br />
Or better yet someone better.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Not to judge the past<br />
<br />
Not to judge a person<br />
<br />
I loved what I had<br />
<br />
at the time when I had it<br />
<br />
But I wasn't happy.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Now you can say what you want<br />
<br />
I'm just not there anymore.<br />
<br />
Somebody who loves me<br />
<br />
for who I am<br />
<br />
is rare these days.<br />
<br />
And I know how to value it,<br />
<br />
Which can't be said of all.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
This doesn't mean I don't feel affection<br />
<br />
to those near to me<br />
<br />
but love replaced sentiments<br />
<br />
of misguided and more importantly<br />
<br />
unbalanced relationships.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I love you all,<br />
<br />
but there is only one that deserves to be loved fully back.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
p.s. for those who like me writing dark, I know, but you never can help the inspiration of the moment.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-23178210324052647012011-04-20T02:04:00.000-07:002011-04-20T02:04:07.360-07:00Alone in your headYou were there when the sun shined in our faces<br />
<br />
when the day laught us ahead<br />
<br />
Until the dark clouds started gathering<br />
<br />
pretending evil days weren't coming instead<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
But where were you when the sky started crying<br />
<br />
when the drops of rain rolled down our faces?<br />
<br />
You wanted a utopian world<br />
<br />
where everything always was going to be alright.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Reality was different<br />
<br />
and you broke like a twig.<br />
<br />
I was there for you<br />
<br />
While a 'you are not alone in this'<br />
<br />
or an 'everything passes' would have done some trick.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
But as they say ... if all else fails you can still whip the horse's eye ... until the horse breaks free.<br />
<br />
<iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=unchderiduto-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=B004TMCWHY&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-37868820776060912022011-03-23T04:27:00.000-07:002011-03-23T04:27:56.103-07:00Artistic Ability and Mental Problems: Is There A Link? (guestpost by Louise Baker!)Artistic Ability and Mental Problems: Is There A Link?<br />
<br />
Evidence has supported the claim that there is in fact a link between creativity and certain types of mental disorders for hundreds of years. The specific relationship between the two is apparent when you examine what mental disorders have in common with creativity. It is necessary for an individual to view things abnormally in order to possess creative qualities. Abnormally thinking about things is a very common occurrence for a person showing signs of psychopathological or neurological disorders.<br />
<br />
There a wide variety of mental disorders that are known to somehow be connected with creativity. Some of the most common disorders known to make patients show an increased propensity toward creativity include:<br />
<br />
* Autism<br />
* Dementia<br />
* Bipolar Disorder<br />
* Epilepsy<br />
* Depression<br />
<br />
Hundreds of years of history and literature have painted a clear picture, illuminating the similarities between extremely creative and mentally ill individuals. One of the most famous examples of a mentally ill person being extremely creative and intellectually gifted was Albert Einstein. Einstein’s unique gifts were directly related to a barrage of mental illnesses, which include developmental language and dyslexia disorders. Most consider Einstein’s creativity and extremely high levels of intelligence to be somehow directly linked with his mental disorders, although the direct mechanism thought responsible for the similarities is not known.<br />
<br />
One of the most widely accepted scientific studies within the scientific community took place during 1949, and provided evidence that individuals with a natural predisposition towards bipolar disorder also tend to be naturally predisposed to creativity. The study’s findings provided evidence that two-thirds of the studied artists, writers, composers, architects and their families were normal. However, the study concluded that overall the group as a whole had a significantly higher percentage of individuals showing signs of mental disorders, when compared to the general public.<br />
<br />
The group studied had a high percentage of individuals that could be classified as neurotic, and even insane. The experiment provided results supporting the facts that around fifty percent of the poets studied and about forty percent of the musicians studied had some kind of psychiatric abnormality. When it comes down to it, ADD/ADHD, dementia, autism and bipolar disorder all seem to be somehow directly linked to creativity by the similar qualities bf both.<br />
<br />
Many of history’s most well respected writers suffered from the mental disorder epilepsy, including Fyodor Dostoevsky and Edgar Allen Poe. The link between the two is not exactly known, but there is some evidence supporting the idea that increased levels of creativity develop hand in hand with the onset of the disorder. Many scientists believe that the increased levels of creativity are somehow connected with how the human brain reacts to the onset of mental diseases.<br />
<br />
Louise Baker is a freelance blogger who usually writes about accredited online colleges for Zen College Life. Her most recent article ranked engineering degrees.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-84685571718290971512011-02-06T23:52:00.001-08:002011-02-06T23:55:19.908-08:00Heartbreaker.He thought life was easy until he met you.<br />
With your vicious ways, your swirling hair and your radiant smile.<br />
All a man could want, all he could desire.<br />
<br />
And just that touch of strange<br />
Mad like a clown<br />
To sway his mind <br />
like a siren sways a ship.<br />
<br />
But you refused, his offer didn't lure<br />
His heart was all he could give<br />
His love was not enough.<br />
<br />
PS It must have hurt like hell.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-36842709211531404742011-01-20T02:42:00.001-08:002011-01-20T02:42:09.171-08:00EnnuiI've done the math, it didn't count. <br />
<br />
All the days and years of endless boredom. Of waiting for the next best thing, trapped inside your mind like a lifetime prison sentence. Maybe one day we'll be free, maybe one day we won't feel so oppressed. But when does that day come? Tell me ...<br />
<br />
As a kid I enjoyed life, with an endless imagination, dreaming away to far off places and far off worlds. A place to hide, a place to be free. Where your mind can whirl into the strands of life's enjoyment, into the best thing. Instead of having to settle for the rest. But when you're young it's called 'imaginative', when you're an adult they often call it 'psychosis'. <br />
<br />
What if that ultimate reward they always promise you doesn't come? What if life just really sucks like it actually does? No wonder the depression struck.<br />
<br />
But I had my reward, so I've accepted those years of suffering. But I can't help wondering: what if? How do people handle it, how can they handle it, if that reward doesn't show up? I've only accepted, because I had my damn reward. What about you?Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-82171707368675698432011-01-12T05:48:00.000-08:002011-01-12T05:48:14.045-08:00Struggle for Life7.53 <br />
<br />
Another morning ritual. Trying to fill the loose ends of time in the early morning is a task.<br />
<br />
7.54<br />
<br />
I've done about everything, too early to work and too late to go back to sleep.<br />
<br />
7.55<br />
<br />
Trying to avoid the nausea of life at all cost. My mind is a snakepit, filled with holes.<br />
<br />
7.56 <br />
<br />
Trip, fall ... those damned memory traps.<br />
<br />
7.57<br />
<br />
A second of a glimpse is enough, the hole became my home for another lifetime of a minute, less than a minute?<br />
<br />
7.58<br />
<br />
No. A minute. But I should be happy, I know I should. This is one of the happiest periods in my whole life. I should be happy ... <br />
<br />
7.59<br />
<br />
I am happyLena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-18524015203530299392010-12-30T02:39:00.000-08:002010-12-30T02:39:19.351-08:00It seems like yesterday since I last wrote ... and yet it's been a while. Between work, household, love, books and music there is left so little time ... Just a word of thanks to you my readers for your time and enthousiasm. And I will return, soon!Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-83799105326092857222010-11-18T07:11:00.000-08:002010-11-18T07:11:27.872-08:00You don't see the bruises ... you can't foresee the pain. It's intense, so deep and yet so volatile, in vain. <br />
<br />
He slapped my head once more while he uttered for the millionth time the same old words again: "You're a loser and you'll never win. I hate for you to be my shadow as you put nothing upon me but shame".<br />
<br />
There was only one thing he forgot: life and loyalty aren't about winning, losing, shadows or shame. It's beyond all of that human stuff, details that are nothing but obstacles ... to reach a higher goal, a common ground. A lot to leave behind: I betrayed.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-88061727423246533292010-11-18T06:55:00.000-08:002010-11-18T06:55:31.317-08:00The Lord has spokenCome to the Lord <br />
and say a prayer!<br />
<br />
Whatever your Lord is, <br />
Believe without condition<br />
No matter what his churches say<br />
No matter what they do<br />
Believe everything they say<br />
or else you're a heretic too.<br />
<br />
Why not leave it all behind<br />
And choose the path of the unknown <br />
Where you can choose your way of life<br />
And die in your own sweet sigh.<br />
<br />
<br />
<iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=unchderiduto-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1844714667&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-64131369508955227752010-11-17T10:35:00.001-08:002010-11-17T10:35:00.804-08:00MothersThere's a surprise for you!<br />
<br />
Why did she think I would have been pregnant? I hadn't seen her for ages, neither people she knew, so it wasn't my weight ...<br />
<br />
She opened the door, a sigh of relief on her face, thank God she thought ... She isn't.<br />
<br />
The surprise was we came to visit, the thought of a newborn all hers.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-76308508448203986382010-11-15T07:48:00.001-08:002010-11-15T07:48:30.341-08:00Where hearts have no conquerors ...Let's just rest and let the wind blow through our hair, while the mountains quake and the trees shake their leaves. Towards another destiny, a new world ... where greed is only a word without significance, hunger doesn't belong in a dictionary and money is only an archeological object. <br />
<br />
Let's just talk and let our words be woven into a veil of tears. Where our hearts can have no conquerors, where we only seek to comprehend. Let's gain understanding, move into a different habit, symbolising what could have been.<br />
<br />
Here, upon my deadbed, I call upon thee ... you the young and the weak. The deficient and mongrols of society, resist! The burden is upon you, my abnormal friends, to revolt, against this: the one that never questioned itself, the only so freaking selfsure and the true dominance of the individual. <br />
<br />
There is a time to lay down and tolerate, there is a time to indulge and seek compromise but now ... now there is only a time to exterminate.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-39618009883251046622010-11-15T00:01:00.000-08:002010-11-15T00:01:10.536-08:00We.I thought I was the eternal loner, <br />
roaming around the world, <br />
around the boundaries of existence.<br />
<br />
My life was a mess<br />
upside down and turned around<br />
nothing was for the best. <br />
<br />
Until I met him<br />
a loner just like me<br />
roaming his way through life, <br />
roaming his way through me.<br />
<br />
Was it luck, was it fate?<br />
Destiny one would almost say.<br />
All revolved around harmony, <br />
all revolved around one, <br />
the one and only<br />
we.<br />
<br />
<iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=unchderiduto-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1448928826&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-23878716962264164482010-10-29T00:48:00.000-07:002010-10-29T00:48:03.044-07:00All that's leftAll that's left <br />
are the ruins of before<br />
nothing but a tangible evidence<br />
of human's urge for more.<br />
<br />
All the rest's gone up in smoke<br />
songs, love, hate and life<br />
everything of value<br />
everything of true gold.<br />
<br />
Humans are selfish<br />
and that will be their demise<br />
until there's nothing left<br />
but a tangible evidence<br />
of what could have been more. <br />
<br />
<iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=unchderiduto-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=1451591810&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe><br />
<br />
More worth than just a recommendation!Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-27721606936115325822010-10-22T10:23:00.000-07:002010-10-22T10:23:50.878-07:00StanchaPer una volta sono stancha, <br />
<br />
stancha di persistere<br />
stancha di pensare a tutto che devo ancora fare<br />
anche stancha di morire.<br />
<br />
Ma persistero<br />
la sola cosa che voglio<br />
è sola un po di tempo per me stesso<br />
per leggere, inventare, scoprire<br />
le misteri di un passato lontano<br />
e una letteratura grandiosa.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-79778470097261934662010-09-17T07:14:00.000-07:002010-09-17T07:14:37.600-07:00Work kills creativityWork kills creativity <br />
and nothing more<br />
<br />
After two years sabbatical<br />
the return is hard<br />
hard like a brick<br />
reality in your face like a brick.<br />
<br />
But we all need money to get by ...<br />
And that's how it works, <br />
so for now let's swim.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-90652906649512279232010-08-29T12:20:00.000-07:002010-08-29T12:20:01.887-07:00It's dangerous for me to write right now, <br />
it always is ...<br />
<br />
I've had a few drinks <br />
after a tough couple of days<br />
And as I'm used to writing my heart's desire <br />
or rather - what bothers me<br />
I should keep quiet ...<br />
<br />
And for this time I will<br />
<br />
But there is a weeping in my song, <br />
I didn't hear for many months<br />
Let's just hope I awake tomorrow<br />
happily and ever after, <br />
as is expected<br />
as is desired<br />
<br />
Or let's just be us for a while <br />
It's all I ask, nothing more<br />
to enjoy the time we have<br />
forever and after more.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-79403762193636623012010-08-22T07:21:00.000-07:002010-08-22T07:21:54.008-07:00ChildlessHave you ever born a child?<br />
<br />
No<br />
<br />
Why not?<br />
<br />
I fear it ... <br />
<br />
I fear it will ruin my life.<br />
I fear it will bring pain.<br />
and I fear I won't be a good mother.<br />
But it will bring pain<br />
And I'm not ready for it.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-81576630367893703132010-08-05T04:09:00.000-07:002010-08-05T04:09:30.380-07:00The LionAnother year changed, turbulent and wild. Where the horses are born, stallions galop into the horizon to be burnt by the evening sun. A word more, a word less, does it matter when you think about the progress? <br />
<br />
"If all else fails you can still whip the horses eye"<br />
<br />
I'm not sure if I whipped it, but reborn I was. <br />
<br />
Another year closer to death ;-)<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
For those who like my poetry, here's a work you will love :-)<br />
<br />
<a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/This-Not-About-What-Think/dp/0955063639?ie=UTF8&tag=unchderiduto-20&link_code=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969">This is Not About What You Think</a><img src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=unchderiduto-20&l=btl&camp=213689&creative=392969&o=1&a=0955063639" width="1" height="1" border="0" alt="" style="border:none !important; margin:0px !important; padding: 0px !important" />Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-30234836209946908182010-07-10T12:17:00.000-07:002010-07-10T12:17:56.033-07:00Moon riverLet's not fall in love<br />
just for a while<br />
you can have everything you want after<br />
everything you desire ...<br />
<br />
But, just for a moment, <br />
consider me a human being.<br />
Talk to me, make my mind dance<br />
and especially make me swear ...<br />
<br />
swear until the gods bring me down <br />
corrupted as they are<br />
their name brought in shame.<br />
<br />
But there is a way<br />
there is a light<br />
Somewhere along the moon river<br />
shining bright.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-18131877082172069622010-06-26T00:07:00.000-07:002010-06-26T00:07:36.575-07:00Chronicles from the accutely tired.The girl with the golden earring never knew her fate.<br />
<br />
But all I can think of is a decent bed and sleep. The traveling has wearied me and instead of resting I'm running around all day, doing everything and nothing at all. The only consolation is my return, but that too ... is another trip of 1300 km.<br />
<br />
Love is a strange thing.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-78150392464344156402010-06-23T03:37:00.000-07:002010-06-23T03:37:01.432-07:00Preparing my next book?It might be <br />
and might come to that<br />
let's just see <br />
the guts I have.Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7394374524406961980.post-42660318184861399112010-06-19T04:59:00.000-07:002010-06-19T04:59:14.244-07:00For you my loveParadise was a place <br />
Where I never had been.<br />
That only existed <br />
in the mind of idolatry<br />
in the mind of deceit.<br />
<br />
Happiness may come a long way<br />
it may not come at all <br />
but my patience and perseverance<br />
were rewarded with an oasis of joy, <br />
you my love, my joy.<br />
<br />
<iframe src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=unchderiduto-20&o=1&p=8&l=bpl&asins=0802150268&fc1=000000&IS2=1<1=_blank&m=amazon&lc1=0000FF&bc1=000000&bg1=FFFFFF&f=ifr" style="align:left;padding-top:5px;width:131px;height:245px;padding-right:10px;"align="left" scrolling="no" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" frameborder="0"></iframe>Lena Vanelslanderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01294408771568757453noreply@blogger.com0