Janne Landet

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Corkboard Items for July Added!

June 30th, 2009

_{Playlist, artwork, book, TV series and webcam added for July. Enjoy!}

Photos Added!

June 29th, 2009

_{Both photos are from the Calgary Zoo. Enjoy!}

New Poem: Dirt Road

June 25th, 2009

_{I wrote this as I was waiting for the insurance guy to come look at the house (he never showed up by the way). And I really don't know where it came from to be honest, I just sat down and started writing without much forethought.

However, when I was done and by the time I got into the shower I'd hit an association in my head and I was singing songs from Scarlet's Walk (quoted below), which is, after all, a musical road trip across America. I'm not sure what that's got to do with anything, but I'm sure it'll come to me. I usually define music like this, after what it turns into in my head, which train of thought it leads me to. Except this time it was more the other way around, it was the poem that made me think of this music.

Down New Mexico way

Something about

The open road

I knew that he was

Looking for some Indian Blood and

Find a little in you find a little

In me we may be

On this road but

We're just

Impostors

In this country you know

So we go along and we said

We'd fake it

Feel better with

Oliver Stone

Till I

Almost smacked him -

Seemed right that night and

I don't know what

Takes hold

Out there in the

Desert cold

These guys think they must

Try and just get over on us.

- A Sorta Fairytale

What you

Believe in

It matters

Now

To you

And

Me

So

You give me

A no window

I ask you,

Give me

A bloodless

Road

Tell me

Why does

Someone have to

Loose?

- Sweet Sangria

Dirt Road

We were stranded

On a dirt road,

Dark advancing on our kind;

Eating big chunks

Of the way forth,

Even more the lane behind,

And the desert

Goes forever,

In a passing, gay remark

You said we would

Hear them coming

By the search dogs' snap and bark,

And while smiling

At the pointed

Turrets of the closest peak,

Say: "Tomorrow

There's a new day

And I'm sure it's just as bleak."

You have no map,

Simply walking,

Never measuring how far,

For it's blackness

Of the nighttime

That right shows me what you are.

And that resolve

Is precious so

On dirt roads such as this

In empty eyes

Of rattlesnakes

There is no rest, no bliss.

- J.}

New Poem: Apple Trees

June 24th, 2009

_{Another poem today, I seem to have gotten out of the writer's block, and I'm more satisfied with this poem than the other recent ones.

I have two kinds of poems: The first is taking wording straight out of the head, so they end up describing images, and the other is images (seeing a scene) that I have to try to describe (kind of goes opposite ways), and this one is of the latter. It kind of makes me wish I was a better painter by the way, but I've tried to make do with words. Enjoy!

Apple Trees

You pick a sour apple,

Take your dagger to its skin;

When the Milkyway is darkened

You expose the star within,

The seeds are all but rotten, but

The orchard's trees still stand,

I could look for an eternity

Yet never understand,

Time gets stuck in moments,

And on days such as these

We could run when we see it;

Blood on the apple trees.

You embodied me so easily,

How sure you are astray,

You bite your tongue so calmly when

My tears run red today,

Branches still reach skyward 'cause

That's how it's always been,

Even in the first days when

A fruit contained the sin,

In other words: it's not so bad,

And when that notion flees,

I will just hug you closer when

There's blood on apple trees.

- J.}

New Poem: Impressionism

June 24th, 2009

_{Impressionism

You require close inspection;

Looking from an inch away,

Impressionism needs you to

Stand back from a Monet,

Your brushstrokes; hardly visible,

I cannot make them out,

Can't place you on a timeline, find

What -ism you're about,

Granted, you're a feast of light

And endless shadowplay,

But impressionism never

Covers it in any way,

I can't define your colours;

Shifting but devout,

But "Impression, Soleil Levant"

I'd bear to be without.

- J.}

Photos, Digital and Bulletin Board Updated!

June 23rd, 2009

_{More from Long Beach, Tofino on Vancouver Island and The Vancouver Aquarium.

Yesterday, I also added a new digital picture. I am currently re-reading the Harry Potter series, and this is an image that always sticks with me:

"It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realise what he had seen - then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light." - Chapter One, The Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, J.K. Rowling.

After listening to some new music today, I also updated the bulletin board.}

New Poem: Digger

June 23rd, 2009

_{This is basically me trying to write myself out of the writer's block. Which means I'm hardly satisfied with the results, but I thought I'd share anyway. I have lots of ideas, but these days it's really hard for me to actually produce something. But I'll keep trying.

Digger

Since my hands cover both your ears,

I hear their judgements well,

But no one knows the core of this

As far as I can tell,

And through the cemetery gates:

The last load for today,

It keeps the digger busy

And employed another day.

Is it only them, or don't

I recognize disgrace?

And with a 2B pencil they

Are shading up your face,

If light is beauty, then I wonder

What do we convey?

We keep the digger busy

And employed another day.

I didn't sleep all night, the dark

Was made to swallow you,

The truth is, I'd forgotten what

Your wizard hands can do,

But shame is not for those who

Do not care now either way,

But we keep the digger busy

And employed another day.

- J.}

New Blog: On Returning

June 21st, 2009

_{So, I haven't updated journal-wise at all since I returned from Canada and told you about my trip. And I have to say, I have a good reason for that: It's been really hard coming and being back.

When you've been in Norway for a long time, you sort of get used to the isolation, I guess. The "every-man-is-an-island quote" definitely applies here. It's quite astonishing how long you can go among other people without interacting with a single one (and no, I don't often try, as that's met with silence and funny looks, the rule here is: don't talk to strangers, and if you have to, don't comment on anything but what's strictly your buissness). Everyone lives in a bubble, in which it seems very hard to communicate, to show concern for other people.

When a random guy offers to buy you coffee it shouldn't be that shocking. First damn time that ever happened to me! Not here.

I mostly miss the people. All the smiles, the "good-mornings", the chats, and the fact that I didn't meet a single pissed off dude. It's rather cold coming home after that.

But also, I miss all the little things that adds up to one mighty one. Two days after I got back, I was on my way to the grocery store, and I was on the verge of tears when it occurred to me that the store doesn't (nor has it ever had) any kind of Ben & Jerry's. Pathetic, but true (even though Daniel Travis later told me he too would weep if he didn't get his fix, haha!). So yeah, things like that.

That's a small part of how it's been to be back, on the whole a rather depressing affair (though I gotta say, going back to work was a lot smoother than I anticipated). I truly long to go back (Toronto next time, Rodrigo!).

I've also had trouble writing since I got back. It's not so much that I don't have any ideas, it's more that I can't seem to muster the energy or proper inspiration to actually get to it. But I am working on that part, though.

Lastly...

Mark, you asked about sleepyhead phone pictures, so (reluctantly) here it is. Taken somewhere between Vancouver and Kelowna, I believe.

Love, J.

PS: It's also been raining ever since I came back. And I, already in this mood, choose to think it's not a coincidence.}

New Photos Added!

June 19th, 2009

_{Jellyfish at the Vancouver Aquarium in Stanley Park and another scene from Long Beach, Tofino on Vancouver Island.}

New Photo Added!

June 18th, 2009

_{Taken at Long Beach, Tofino on Vancouver Island.}

Dream Diary Updated!

June 17th, 2009

_{Yes, I know it was about time.

(And before I get down to buissness, a small note on content: Everything will be posted on the front page from now on. Photos, poetry, dream diary, blogs and the lot, except the bulletin board. That is a sort of news section of its own, and has recommendations pointing you towards other sites, books, films, art and such rather than my work, so I will not display entire updates on the front page (I may give you a nudge however, like now: it's recently been updated).

For older content, go to the individual pages.)

Leaking Roofs, Marianne and Ida Marie

Wow, I know it's been absolutely ages since I updated this thing, and I do apologize.

Anyway, this was a dream that was more visual than anything else.

Even though there was something more I can't remember clearly, I was arriving in the town I'm from for a visit.

As usual, things didn't look quite as they're supposed to, basically the only thing I got right was the pines (with dead branches at the top) and the mountains around. The scenery was all wrong.

I was with some old classmates there, Marianne and Ida Marie. And we were apparently at Ida Marie's house (didn't look anything like it), which had gone all timber and sported a pretty fancy facade (not that there was anything wrong with her real house by the way, it was just very different).

Ida Marie was gone somewhere in the house, and Marianne was standing outside on the porch. I couldn't see her from where I was sitting, but I heard her yelling once for Ida Marie to come look at something (she didn't).

I sat inside the door, but it was open, and I saw the sky from where I was sitting, which was a really deep blue with white streaks of cloud in it.

However, my attention was diverted by a dripping on my head. I look up, and the roof is leaking. And not just where I am sitting, but from like a dozen spots on the ceiling (looks are decieving, nice house my ass).}

New Photos Added!

June 15th, 2009

_{Added some new photos today, it's not happening fast enough maybe, but it is happening.

So, the vampire photo was something I did after watching too much True Blood for the past week. What can I say, TV's got some serious influence! Right now I'm trying to ration the last few episodes of season 1, without much luck! Thankfully, the season 2 premiere aired in the US last night, and thanks to Americans taking pity on those of us on the wrong continent, I've got the episode already, yay!

The other photo was taken in Vancouver's Stanley Park, in some really beautiful, colourful gardens there (where I saw a skunk for the first time, by the way! We don't have those, but I guess it's a good thing all in all).

- J.}

New Photo: Perfectly Still

June 14th, 2009

_{New photo from Stanley Park, of Siwash Rock, which in Native legend is Skalsh, who was turned to stone (and thereby made immortal) as a reward for his unselfishness.

- J.}

New Poem: Sleep Beneath the Floor

June 12th, 2009

_{Added a new poem, one that gave me quite a bit of trouble, and one that's definitely coloured by the literature and TV I immerse myself in at the moment.

Sleep Beneath the Floor

Maybe it will kill us, but

We're choosing to ignore

The footsteps up above us as

We sleep beneath the floor.

You cannot keep me out if you

Can't recognise the sin;

If fingertips or spiders

Are what runs across your skin,

It's sprinkled on your body, but

Erase not love or lust,

You're down there in the debris

And I'll settle in the dust.

You sighed "thank god" in whispers,

My hands are not divine;

You know I'm more aquainted

Across the borderline,

Relentlessly unwrapping and

Then drinking from your soul,

I've reached the deepest veins, you say

And chose to loose control.

You may still be unmoving, but

I wrap myself around,

And I know that I'm dying,

But my grief's not that profound.

They may rip all the boards off

And discover where we dwell

When in the summer heat at night

Our dead limbs start to smell,

They were mine, you know, love;

The bones your hands explore,

And maybe it will kill us as

We sleep beneath the floor.

- J.}

New Photos and Notes on Dream Diary

June 12th, 2009

_{Ok, two new photos today! The first was taken in Stanley Park in Vancouver and the second at Long Beach, Tofino on Vancouver Island. Enjoy!

Also a note on my Dream Diary... It's been unactive for very long, and though I dare not make any promises, I will eventually get back to it and update. Sorry for the silence!

- J.}

New Photo Added: Remind Me

June 11th, 2009

_{Here's another photo from my trip to Canada, from Long Beach, Tofino again.

All the Long Beach photos seem to come first, I know, but I have started editing some from around Vancouver too, and they're soon coming up.

- JJ.}

New Photos From Long Beach Added!

June 8th, 2009
_{I added two photos today (Yes, I took the hints! Well... More orders than hints, really...), both from Long Beach, Tofino on Vancouver Island in British Columbia, Canada. I don't know about you, but "Driftwood" is sure to give me that First Beach feeling, and I did it in sepia only to remember after I was done that I don't really like straight sepia. But this isn't about me, so I hope you guys like it at least. There's also one of a crab shell, one of many little splashes of colour scattered on that beach. Enjoy!

Love, JJ.}

CSS Revelations, Twitter and Thanks for Secret Gardens Feedback!

June 6th, 2009
_{Now would you look at that... The twitter widget has been moved slightly to the right! Wow.

I gotta say, when it comes to codes and the web, I feel like I'm in a wheelchair with a paper bag over my head. Totally lost. If it wasn't for Jeremy (new official title: Web Wizard), this place would have been full of !&#&%"/%#=+*^^"?#=?"/" for sure. So yeah, I learned something new today, and I'm forever thankful!

I'm also experimenting with this here new way of displaying updates, I'll let you know how that works out for me... Looks a bit funny now though, part list, part news section.

And speaking of Twitter... I can't seem to get my Norwegian friends to join. For some reason, it's not catching on around here. But it's so freakin' simple, so WILL YOU JOIN ALREADY (Threats... Check! I'll try out persuasion next time)! For me it's great for keeping tabs on my favourite bands and artists and writers and the lot.

Also, I'd like to thank everyone for the awsome feedback I got on my recent poem Secret Gardens, through several channels. For some reason it seemed to be something people responded to, perhaps it's a state they recognize. I loved hearing your thoughts on it, your interpretations. Thank you all for sharing that with me!

Love, JJ. (PS: Does anyone know if I can glue my keyboard without repercussions? My A is doing a jack-in-the-box thing...)}