LAVMÆLT -

Morning dew
Originally uploaded by mortsan.

Ord
bare små
små ord
og lavmælt
nesten uten pust
for oss

som brukne strå
ord uten lys
og nesten uten form
ord som hos trær
små halv-ord
som i søvn
for oss.

Mellem alt det store
små, små ord
å gjemme bort
på baksiden av en hånd
og ved din øreflipp
små ord
helt uten lys
som dyr
og gress.

--ROLF JACOBSEN

Bulb and plastic

A star is born
Originally uploaded by mortsan.

HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

Going for it

Jon goforit
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

Strange how inconsequential it all becomes when your heart is consumed. The irony of it all; everything is suddenly unimportant, and everything is important. Every little detail filled with meaning, a macro-microscopic world view fuelled by the delusion of love.

But all it boils down to, is the fact that you have to nosedive into it, headfirst.

I'm plunging right now, and for some reason, I'm enjoying it. it feels right.

Other than that, it's business as usual, Mr. Melsa. Wine, Food, Tract, in that order.

Jumping Jon

Jump #2
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

I have every reason to jump.
Just for jumping's sake.
Just for another perspective.
Just for Joy.
Just for Love.

Just for Love.
Jump.
Jump.

Leaves

Leaves
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

Leaves are doing their last slow dance before they fall dramatically into their bitumen- or grassgraves.

It doesn't really bother me.

I'm in love. This might be it.

I'm invincible.

Winter

Winter
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

Left Kristiansand in a dreary drizzle. Outside the window of my parents' house, the snow is turning into blocks of ice. It's like I'm skipping ahead of time, meeting the storm further up the road before it hits.

By the time it will, I'll be back again.

But this time, I might be in love.

Outside is winter, but spring is in my heart.
Life is weird.

solstolen

solstolen
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

That wooshing sound of summer wizzes past my ears. As I look into my garden, it's hard to envision it draped in snow. But it won't be long.

Oddemarka Kirke Høst

Oddemarka Kirke Høst
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

sleep. eat. work.

Not necessarily in that order.

Here we go again

relaxing after work
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

Life right now reminds me of an animated movie I once saw:

Person: Uh-Oh.
Llama: Let me guess. Huge waterfall. Sharp rocks at the bottom?
Person: Yup.
Llama: (sighs) - Bring it on.

Spaltet

Spaltet
Originally uploaded by phunkstarr.

days turn to nights turn to days turn to fragments.

No routine, something's missing.
I'm a traceur, vaulting my way through the parkour of life. Time to get focus.

Tasted and smelled my way through Italy, Spain and France today, from Navarra to Piemonte to Rhône to South East Australia.

Saw Izzat. Rezpekkth, mann.

Rezzzpekkth.

Hva er livet uten de små riskene? Rundt hvert hjørne en ny mulighet, hvert lille steg blir eventuelt et liv, fylt med de usikre valg man kunne ha tatt.
Det slo meg idag at livet er ikke annet enn en serie konsekvenser av valg man overhodet ikke hadde noen forutsetninger for å forutsi. Denne tanken burde kanskje ha gjort meg særdeles deprimert, men den gjorde ikke det.

Den gjorde meg fri.

Sleeping in

Got a new wideangle-lens.

Life through a lens, how banal. 

Testing out the blog

Just a pic from wednesday's flop 

About me

Originally from a place called Lier in Norway, but most recently from Brisbane in Oz, then at home to collect some dust and then again to Kristiansand in the south of Norway. Here I work as a wine waiter and gymnastics coach. I also dabble in my own business, a small communcations bureau.

Other than that it doesn't surprise most people that meet me that I have intellectual interests, but I'm full of contrasts, very eclectic. Equally comfortable with chocolate milk and Bourdeaux, I have to admit I can get snobby when it comes to food, wine and fashion, but other than that I'm a laid back kinda guy, an old soul, very stable, a little melancholic, I have an old italian living la dolce vita behind my left earlobe :)

I'm like a bunch of photographs on a floor. Among all the colorful fragments is a nuanced whole, you just have to see it all in perspective. I'm not saying you have to hang from a ceiling to understand me, I just like the metaphore.
I know more than you think, and am not so arrogant as I seem.It's more important to do the right thing than to do things right.