my updated tv channel leaves it up to only the best
Good evening to you all
Tonight I decided to update my channel and only leave what I see as quality enough to be out there, quality over quantity any day. So here are what I see as my best performances, poetry, best interviews , (sorry that they are in Norwegian, but you can always skip to the songs) best songs and best music video. You find the channel at
Sunbeams strike down on my tender parts
Euphoria and endorphins battle in the blood veins
Stream to my heart
Beats in a 1, 2
Three to four seconds and it stops
Signals to the brain of an orgasm
Organs dance to the rhythms of a breakdown
my limbs numb down due to the overload
And I reattach myself again with joy
The flow of images
The reborn innocence
That always will haunt the existence of the innocent
Mind
Cause I never did mind
I just loved
Felt, and shared whatever poured out from it
And now Emotions take photos to stream from my conscience
Memories match with the previous photos I’ve shared
I feel loved
I feel cared about
At least until next dawn
Jen Smith. Under the name J.L. Smith writes ‘The Abominators’ series for age 7+ (published by Little Brown books for young readers and illustrated by the very talented Sam Hearn). She also write books for teenagers under the name Jenny Smith (‘Diary of a Parent Trainer’ and ‘My Big Fat Teen Crisis’ are published by Scholastic).
She very recently took part in a poetry slam, but don’t know if this will go anywhere. certainly enjoyed reading out a poem and getting a reaction, even if it was terrifying.
This blog is about writing about pants, and other stuff such as: what is the nature of the universe, why there are so many photos of dogs wearing sunglasses and how can I appear confident and stylish when I answer the door to the postman in my pyjamas with toothpaste on my nose?
If you read just one of her blog posts, please read (archived under April 2013, and under the category ‘inspiration’) ‘The Man Who Loved Stories’, which is all about her dad, the storyteller.
tonight I am gonna share some thoughts with you about the ego we carry around us and the importance of releasing from it in order to stay true to who you are. As an artist you have always carried an ego around with you, and you have probably heard from others as well that you carry it with you, by just being you and being creative. An ego is always good in the beginning, when you start creating, and go from having a hobby to actually making the move and shut other needs out in order to pursue a dream you have, because there are sacrifices you have to make in order to live like this, and then your ego is a good friend to have to have the guts to do.
But, When I say let go of the ego, you may raise a few eyebrows and ask the question, why? we need the ego in order to do this, to become what we are meant to be and so forth. To that I have one response: The ego will probably be the number one hindrance in order to achieve exactly that, and I am going to tell you why. Inside that ego lies the dangerous: What does other people think of what I am doing. Is this correct of me in order to please those others. Am I writing this right, am I phrasing this the correct way. All those question lies and rest with the ego, and thats why it is the number one hindrance of creative progression. I remember being lost in the same thing, the same pattern of, I am gonna make this song or this poem and i am going to this and that so it will be more applicable to the listeners, put in some extra of this and add some of that, and ended up with something that I cold not stand for and that other people heard as well that I did not stand for. I wanted so badly to be liked by others, or my ego wanted that, it craved it because I was not ready yet, I had not found my musical outlet or my muse if you like, and the only thing suffering inside me then was my ego, I cared.
It wasn’t until 2011/2012 I managed to let go of that, I let go of patterns, I let go of impressing someone else, I started writing and 365 daily challenge and if it sucked, it sucked, but at least I wrote what I felt, and this adapted over to my music, I added bridges, I added repeating lines, I added arrangements that made me want to listen to my own music and all of the sudden others started appreciating it to, they started saying, Hey great work, you sound amazing, your words really moves me, but being the fact that I had removed myself from my ego, I can say no other words than thank you to them, it is flattering off course, but there was something in me saying: as long as I am true to myself and what I want I am happy and that has made me cross genres and create stuff I didn’t think I could manage to do, I took it one step forward the moment I let go of that ego and need of getting feedback. The ultimate result of that revealed itself a couple of weeks ago when I sat down filming myself with a guitar creating a spoken word version of one of my song
So my cry to you all is let go of it, no one matters more than your words, you are the only factor to your own success/happiness and no one can put a stop to that
Clinging to the strings of a white ribbon
Torn, still strong,
barely
But just enough
In every fiber rests the destiny
It weaves the threads together
Trying to remember all the patterns
Cause there lies the secret of a perfect stitch
As it tears more an more
The tears weep over the stitches that where left open
Where every secret, every lie was buried
Where holes where left with burn marks of shame
Where perfection was cut to pieces
Where the needle had hit so many times
You couldn’t even recognize the surface
But if you felt deep enough
The velvet was still there
Soft like a new born skin
Silky smooth and full of life
But all he saw was torn ends
Splits and false hope
He saw weakness in every string
And dared not to hold on anymore
And with regret in-scripted in his eyes
he let the white ribbon go
10 minute walk from the apartment and this reveals itself
Last time I was out in the woods with my daughter I wrote that being out like that just triggers creativity and that night I wrote one of the darkest poems I have ever written, so after this wonderful trip today I am excited about what comes out creatively:)
But back to the main thing, spring has finally reached Norway, so I decided to take Ea for a roll in the stroller into the beautiful nature we have around here, and show her the lakes, off course she fell asleep after 5 minutes, but still, we managed to see a lot when she woke up again. And I do believe the ducks followed us to this spot.
Here are some pictures from the outing
Colors are coming back
Met a suicidal duck threatening to jump, but I told it to duck off
Found this aged three so beautiful
Stroller with a view
The colors that struck the bottom of the lake where to good to waste
Hope you enjoyed this little journey into Norwegian nature as much as we did
The response have been so amazing that I needed to release it as a song as well, so here it is completely free for you guys, you don’t need an account or anything, just hit the download button
