Category: Thoughts

First of Asperger’s Ten Traits – Extreme Intelligence

Driven, probably by the systemising neuro-biology of my brain, I'm constantly looking for an organised understanding of facts, where "the three…", "the seven…" or "the ten…" somethings, constantly attract my semantic mind. On such a fortunate occasion, I have found Samantha Croft's -now former- blog, Everyday Asperger's. In her new website's own words, "Samantha Croft, … Continue reading First of Asperger’s Ten Traits – Extreme Intelligence

The Asperger Individualism

Throughout my life and modest literary endeavours, I firmly acknowledged the supreme primacy of detail before the whole, for reasons too obvious to state… Nevertheless, since discovering that I live with Asperger's on the neuro-divergent side of existence, I realised that the term autism was coined from the Greek autos which means self, as an … Continue reading The Asperger Individualism

Amazing traces…

Please watch before reading, and listen while you read: The Idan Raichel Project - Hakol Over (Everything passes) I need you to dream the colour of spaces, the time between midnight, tomorrow and trees, I beg you to fathom amazing traces, layers of clouds returning to seas… I dare you to picture small shells of … Continue reading Amazing traces…

Abandoned eagles…

A flow of matter, crossing bridges paved with idle rivers, of constant wars between no sides, for kings and kingdoms rather old… How bitter all the odds, when knights die young and simply for no reason, alone with horses mourning by their sides, while all the humble flowers of each season, spell intricate mementoes on … Continue reading Abandoned eagles…

To my autistic diary…

When its motion stopped, I realised that my circle of life became an insignificant spot, desperate, frightened, alone, like a tired fire juggler abandoned by an audience too dull to notice the beauty of the single detail constructing their illusion… “How odd” he said, “In vitro, every now and then becomes a schism embedded deep … Continue reading To my autistic diary…

In nomine patris…

An angel once told me, that castles of sand never die; each grain’s being washed ashore other isles, carrying whispers of hands having caressed breasts of lovers long gone… You king’s lusting lips cannot condemn you Esther… His tongue’s still tasting sweet nectars, drops of gold, diamonds of your passion’s unforbidden fruit… One day, when … Continue reading In nomine patris…

Barley fields…

There will be times, when mothers shall kill their children, for breakfast, with long statements about short shelf-life dairy products, aged in old casks soaked of cheap bourbon… My mother did just that one selfish morning, with wings wide open of bats long dried under suns never known unto the sons of men… My father, … Continue reading Barley fields…

Genesis…

Stay with me, little angel, closer to thought. Careless reminder of deep patterns of asphalt, grey, laid at each street’s corner, forgotten by traffic lights and wardens. No one sells tires anymore… Only horseshoes, either too small or too narrow for the inhuman centipede called life. Every night, wildlings of old crawl into cobwebbed wombs … Continue reading Genesis…