I en värld, upp och ned,
när jorden är platt, på
kanten mot universum,
står jag och balanserar.
I ett steg, snavande nära,
ligger det svarta hålet,
framför min fötter, som
vägen bort från mig själv.
©️Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-03
Author: Björn Blomqvist
Published Poet with B.A. In Art History and B.A. in History too. Blogs about Art and Culture encounters, art analysis and about history and trevels. Still writing on my first novel and meanwhile a lot of Poetry.
Some kind of Word Artist...
Why Poetry…
Somewhere in universe, to a forgotten place. Somewhere but close to the outer space.
There is a poetry box, locked but filled of words, lines and united letters, ready to fly with the birds
Down from a dark sky, to bounce on the stars, comes all emotions to a poem and landing softly on my scars.
© Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-02
Deep down
No light in my
emotional jungle,
I search to find
a fight to running
my mind.
In the dark my
feelings start to yell,
I spark my brain
in an unbeatable
pain.
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2021-01-01
Ensamma trädet
Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen ser,
vajar i vinden,
skrattar och ler
Ett ensamt träd,
med ärr i barken,
ett lövfall i vinden,
sakta mot marken
Ett ensamt träd,
det ingen saknar,
kämpar i vinden,
när fåglar vaknar
Ett ensamt träd,
på egna fötter,
dansar i vinden,
genom alla rötter
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-25
Hit by a car…
My guardian angels of 1981,
were on duty to make it done.
My playful life the day before,
wasn’t ready to live anymore.
My guardian angels that night,
were on duty to make it bright.
My scars the invisible tears,
weren’t ready to live on fears.
My guardian angels in strife,
were on duty to save my life.
My sight the wounded head,
weren’t ready to be dead.
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-12-09
Vilse
Vill rymma
från nåt
jag inte ens
ryms i
Vill bli fri
från det
jag inte ens
är fast i
Vill gå vidare
från allt
jag inte ens
vet finns
Vill släppa det
från toppen
jag inte ens
har nått
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-28
⏮⏹▶️⏸⏭ Corona
As the sound of a
dance song, spins
days by the fear of
a soundless virus,
played by Corona.
On stage behind
chorus line, waiting
the virus to dance
through your body,
down to the floor…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-11-19
Autumn night’s love echo
Leaves are falling down to the ground
as quietly as the wind in your hair when
tears are falling down on my cheek
as hard as the rain in your hands
Stars are fighting the darkness
as easy as the love in your eyes when
words of love are written up in the sky
as the signs for heavenly love
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-28
Ongoing Projects
260 poems have now been sorted and categorized. Four different topics. Mostly love, thoughts and visual impressions. The reason with it, is to publish my favorite poems in a book someday.
The ongoing write process with my debut novel has get better. The deadline is set to spring 2021. The novel will be somthing between a crime novel and an youth novel.
Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-27
Broken
Let my inner silence
dance on a thread
above devil’s sea
Let my empty soul
escape earth,
alone in the dark
Let my cold heart
melt away,
heavy fall apart
Let my broken thoughts
drown down,
fast like a stone
©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-16
Off…
Back, deep through the hole off confusion, fast dug by the darkness Way out, a solution owned by the time through the eternity ©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-04
Corona’s poem
Distance is the new normal
and my lips are sealed
in protection as formal,
when I’ve enter people’s field
Loneliness, night and day
in our souls and hearts
when the end is far away they say,
if nothing ends before it starts
Closed world open the mind
and learn what went wrong
when you searching to find
answers, weak or strong
Giving up or fight, the choice
to struggle or running away
to write a poem as my voice
when nothing is left one day
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-10-01
Droppen som…
Jag är droppen
som hänger kvar
i vattenkranen
när allt dras åt
Jag är droppen
som faller ned
på kanten av
orons bottenplugg
Jag är droppen
som ligger kvar
med tankar
som aldrig torkar
Jag är droppen
som vill försvinna
till att alltid
komma tillbaka
©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-31
På/Av-knappen
Jag ser den inte
Jag når den inte
Långt borta
Långt härifrån
En ström av känslor
En strömlös plats
Där finns ett slut
Där slutar allt som finns
©️Björn Blomqvist 2020-07-20
Published
Three times published on…
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-06-06
Unfocused
It came as a seed
to ruin my mind,
suddenly a need
to search and find
It’s back tomorrow
as a scar in my past,
dressed like a sorrow
and grows too fast
It bangs alone
still inside my head,
heavy like a stone
to hang in a thread
It’s now or never
to catch and release,
push it down forever
piece by piece
© Björn Blomqvist 2020-05-30
Machinery
That feeling of nothing or everything which never exists, yet
That thought of something or nothing to happen, later
That thing of everything, or by the way, a thing who doesn’t appear, now or later…
…in the name of the anxiety
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29
Heavy
The gravitation of uncleared stuff inside my head, pulls down whole my soul to the ground, step by step.
Like a forgotten piece of paper, with unreadable notes, lies my body on the street, facing up as a worring kind.
A heavy truck, missing of brakes, filled with tons of dark minds too fast too late to…
…react
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-04-29
OCD’s sky
An obsessive lightning,
a flash in my chest,
gathers clouds
of compulsive
darkness,
all of them
in my head,
to make thunder
during a heavy…
…disorder
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-18
Anxiety
From one side
of my mind
deep inside,
one of a kind.
Coming fast,
always alone
same as last,
like a stone
©️ Björn Blomqvist 2020-03-09
Find the way
Friday afternoon ”the cleaning project”. Heavy rain over a worrying mind, starts to look for unsolved things to find. Lost in the world and a an empty head, awake, asleep and hundred years to be dead.
Nothing rise like the sun, an early day, when the moon of all thoughts has only dark words to say. Different ways to solve and clean, throws back the good thoughts when nothing is what it has to been.
One day I’ve to catch, look and feel the light, when the darkness is gone, easy without a fight.
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-10-25
Som sagt
Vet inte vart det bär,
en lös tanke
på kanten av ett moln
Där sitter dom,
alla de hopplösa grodor,
min mun spottat ut
I kö, på rad att falla ned med regnet,
gnager solen
ett hål i mitt bröst
Den virvelvind jag känner,
en katapult av känslor,
fyller oceaner…
…som inte finns
©️Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-08
Silence
Transmission of silence,
an invisible walk inside,
outside my head,
to a dead end of bitterness,
shouting from the hip
to a dynamite of emotions,
all over the entire body
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-08-02
Repris
Frigörelsen igår blir till morgondagens häkte En osäkrad känsla briserar i ett explosivt crescendo Dagen är förlorad tills en okänd morgondag vaknar I framtidens ovisshet krafsar gårdagen ömt under huden © Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-20
Out of order
Empty thoughts
in the speed
of the light,
struggling
out of control
in the command
of the brain
Big things
are blinded
in the dark
of the night,
kicking
the ghosts
in the front
of the train
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-05-14
The Wrestler
I’m dressed, blue or red,
to the struggle in my head
Steps in circles, side to side,
for a brainless stride
Be alone, now or later,
when the pain will be greater
Tomorrow, day or night,
to a mindful fight…
…in the darkness, out of sight
© Björn Blomqvist 2019-03-06
Lost in…
Deep, deep through my soul,
the sound of a falling stone
There is a big empty hole,
around and always alone
On and inside my boiling head,
the heat of a burning mind
To catch thoughts, alive or dead,
don’t know and what am I to find
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-18
Rensa ur
Snurra hjulet, titta ned
Känn vinden, bromsa upp
Ropa högt, lyssna in
Fånga stunden, pusta ut
Spring för livet, kasta loss
Hämta andan, greppa tag
Rensa tankar, samla kraft
Hitta tillbaka, alldeles tom
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-12-04
Stuck
As you know, I’m published as poet in two anthologies and now try to figure out what am I have as a poem to this year’s anthology.
It’s two weeks to deadline and maybee I need more red wine or only a better self confidence.
Wish me luck…
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-10-24
Lost
I tried to find poetic lines,
that bouncing against a black wall
of unbreakable bricks
I tried to capture feelings,
that fall into an open sea
of sunken love
I tried to say words,
that rise to a sky
of untouched clouds
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-10-16
Honesty
Honesty’s question mark,
a force,
but for someone,
a struggle to perfection
Who?
Honesty’s goodness,
a need,
but for someone,
to drown in Anxiety’s list,
of…
…what’s right and wrong – good or bad
Being sad instead,
to be mad
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-09-26
Why
I did not, would I?
I wanted it, but…
…an inner voice said that
Thank you very much,
thanks…
…for everything
A cold farewell,
nothing more
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-08-04
Sjörike
En strimma ljus, en sol i ögonen
En färd framåt, en vind i ryggen
En hjälpande hand, en våg i aktern
En drivande kraft, en åra i vattnet
En bildskön vik, en horrisont i fjärran
En svalkande vind, en båt i rörelse
En avskild plats, en brygga i sikte
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-07-29
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The E-mail Poem…
Viken
Skummet yr kring den sten
jag döpte en sommar
Viken ligger öppen
som den famn jag dig gav
Vågorna gör mossan mjuk,
lika mjuk som ditt namn
En lätt bris bryter tystnaden,
så tyst som du var då
Regn genom solstrålarna dina,
på en yta i regnbågens kulör
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-02-26
Why?
Enough, my head
explodes
Nerves of steel
were
just paper
There is a limit,
or there
were
A line, thin
as a invisible thread
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-02-11
That moment
There’s a poem in the air,
a poem to write by night
Letter after letter, a line,
to see, to feel and to fear
There’re words on the paper,
words to catch by the light,
Day after day, a house of cards,
to see, to feel and to tear
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-31
Färdas
Med vindens fart
en svala så när
på jorden ur havet
ett hjärtas själ
Med vingars hjälp
en ängel så kär
på himlen ur molnet
ett ömt farväl
© Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-17
…Also at: Poeter.se/Blomman
Fredagslabyrinten
I en labyrint vandrar mörkret steget före mot den utväg som inte finns, inte här inte där heller, bländad av ljuset - överallt Myrsteg framåt, eller bakåt? Snurra runt Yr i bollen, ett platt fall, himlen är stjärnklar Marken är våt, gräset högt och ansiktet ned Jorden snurrar och marken skakar min kropp, fylld av halta druvor och promillesoldater i ett (full)skaligt krig med förnuft och känsla © Björn Blomqvist 2018-01-08
Lost in…
I’m thousand miles away,
away from myself, that’s hard
I’m lost in an insensible world,
hidden behind my own guard
I’m looking for answers,
lonely, hungry to survive…
…and
…I’m out of questions,
that’s why I can’t make…
…the dive
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-26
A nightmare world
Somewhere in my inner soul
there is a force, an unwelcome one,
whose purpose is to throw me away
from the present and put me in the future
A time shaped by all the mistakes
I have done in the course of history
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-14
…an eternity journey
Now I’m standing here again,
in center of the floor, alone
Far away from the corners,
far from a helping hand – I fall
The downward speed is twice
as fast as in oposite direction
The force that pulls down the cube
is stronger than the unaviable help
It’s not me who decides, that’s her elevator,
Anxiety’s lift
In the dark, far down in the
basement among caves
Is the road to the top…
…an eternity journey
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-14
Öm
Därunder, innanför som äggula
Ett tunt skinn, en hud – fotsula
Trampar mark – sparkar bakut
Skalet spricker – när tar det slut?
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-12-12
Nattens blomma 🌹
Lidelse genom dagen
som vissna blad
En blommas arma knopp,
när natten gör en glad
© Björn Blomqvist 2017
Nothing of nothing
An empty space
consists of nothing
Divided in two parts
The eyes are blind
by the black surface…
…Hindered by hearts
One world of hope
dreams of everything
Gathered on one place
Our Globe is blind
by the darkest clouds…
…It still an empty space
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-23
what ends?
The end,
end of something,
something that ends
in this moment,
ends up
soon…
in a living soul,
lost of hope,
hopes to end
that moment by
something…
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-11-14
Sound of…
Closing my eyes
to the sound, no pain
Sound from the skies,
opening by the rain
Laying still, no silence,
storm throught the night
Black clouds of violence
a star is the only light
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-09-20
Den som inga byxor har…
Himlen i en ljus nyans, ett tyg ett hav
blåare än mönstret om sömmens nav
Skuggans mörka kant, en fåll ett stygn
starkare än solkustens alla dygn
Svetten kring midjan, en åtsittande här
varmare än hjärtats eldiga atmosfär
Gylfens tajta band, en dragning i sänder
svagare än värmen från dina händer
Gräset mot tyget, en grönska så stor
grönare än den avundsjuka som gror
Ytan i ett solblekt material, en hetta
obehagligare än den is som lättar
Oceaner av bara ben, ett byxlöst land
större än de jeans som sytts för hand
Tyget så raspigt känns, fläckat av slem
mjukare än lädret om spännet i en lem
@ Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-30
Me versus Erwin Panofsky
A long time ago, in 2004, when I was prepared to study at the university – I began to do art analysis. Mostly over the whole exhibition, not on single art work. I used a method I was comfortable with and perfect for my own thoughts (own constructed method).
Today, many years later – efter my degree from the university and with a master thesis in art history, I know more about other art theories in the field of art analysis. My thesis is about heraldic influences on emblems belongs to sport clubs. I done a symbolic and a comparative study about it.
The point is how my method is nearly the same as Erwin Panofsky’s (1892-1968) method to analyze art. Today, I’m more familiar with his theory, so I see likenesses and some minor differences. His first step or level of three in his method, is about what you see in the picture (pre-iconographic). My method when I do my analysis is the same, but with little more. According to Panofsky, it’s to analyze colours, lines, forms, objects, surfaces, directions and people etc. in the picture. I however, analyze movements and dimensions too. How objects can looks to be in a movement. The second is to look for depth through 3D. My favourite part is to look for 3D, (central perspective), as Leonardo painted it. I also analyze the texture, technics and the material etc.
One other task differ from Panofsky. That is how or on what part the analyze will be made. Mostly I do the analysis on the whole exhibition, not on single art works. I put shorter time on every art work and the same to do research about the artist. The background research is a important point for the second level in Panofsky’s method (iconographic), which is more time consuming than what I have time for. But sometimes, there is enough information about the artist in the folder at the gallery, so I do a minor background check.
Further in level 2 comes one of the most central point in my analyses. Find symbols and see the symbolic meaning with different elements in the picture. The same with icons. Hidden or non understanding icons and symbols, are what I love to find. Both my thesis for bachelor degree and the thesis for my master degree in art history, are studies on symbols and icons (but in different artistic areas).
So in my last part of my analysis, I’m already in the Panofsky’s third level (iconological). That is what I think and what I see as the painting’s message and to get my perceived feelings and my thoughts so I can give a final assessment of what I just viewed. My main focus is in what I see and what the painting want to say or tell me, and what I hear. Everything are to perceive it personally. Not even a artist know what am I perceiving and to feel in that moment when I look at the painting – also if he or she has a meaning to create an indignation at the viewer.
The conclusion is how I analyze art and how it is similar or not with Erwin Panofsky’s method. He of course, has many more parts in the analyze and I have no expectations, just hopes and discoveries when I visit an exhibition. So my point is how similar our methods are, even before I had knowledge about his method.
There are, of course other art historians and methods to explore. Svetlana Alpers and Heinrich Wölfflin for example. My point is to compare my method to analyze art in comparison with Panofsky’s method.
Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-27
Tillbaka…
Jag är tillbaka,
likt solen som saknas
en dyster dag
i ett fallande
känsloregn
Jag skriver igen,
likt poeten och orden
en klarblå dag
i ett uppklarnades
ögonblick
Jag känner efter,
likt värmen under handflatan
en len afton
och ett upphällt
glas vin
Jag kommer hit,
likt en hungrig skribent
en sensommarmorgon
i ett kläckfärdigt
skal
© Björn Blomqvist 2017-08-20
