Lis Lovén

“Over and over again, It´s all over!” by Lis Lovén

 Oh such misunderstanding over and over. It went over our heads. Or above our heads, the misunderstanding I mean. Clashes of several cultures. I tried to figure out what they had in mind, as they soared on top of each issue. A sore went deep within me, as they tried to keep me outside the whole situation. They soared their issues by passing the ideas by. Not letting me in. I figured out I had to get in touch with them, getting them to understand. Sore at heart I tried to tell them about the misunderstanding. They soared higher, bringing...

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“A piece of candy: a sugar story!” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #100

 How odd. Very odd indeed. Lin had this idiotic experience by getting a piece of candy down the wrong way. She got this sweet thing into her mouth, was about to feel its taste between teeth and sensing it with her tongue. But. It went wrong. Her friend was there. They stood in her garden at Åbenrå street, Växjö. A place later to be known as the beginning of trauma. However. What are we to learn in life? She felt a grip, Lin that is, this numb sense of magic, that was to be more of magic. A grip of the unknown. A kind of drama. The piece...

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“A cross of the sun´s wheel...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #99

 Lin woke up one early ´morn, and saw the sun hit the window with a glowing glare. A brilliant tone of light from the spheres above. And this glare, this very gaze, the eye from the window was a silly salute to the dawn. A poetic heritage this Midsummer day. Lin turned around in bed, still sleepy. Still not wanting the day to chase her to yet another work. No, she was not a workaholic. As a matter of fact her work at Samhall, a state-owned company, was a place for handicapped people. Handicapped both physically and mentally. But the sun...

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“When the true fool gathers luck...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #98

The Way of Lin… Always something new. Always something else. Always the way of her life. Cause Lin searched for this way, this very Dao, of being happy. And she came across a book called I Ching. She fell in love with the book. It was no perveted feeling at all. But the language was English and it dragged out her mind to the way of herself. The Dao that had the good luck written down as a sort of remedy in each chapter. To search for the correct number meant that mathematical spheres crossed bows and then – luck could begin! But hard work ...

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“Like a shadow on the surface...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #97

 When that ghost of the spirit came through – it came to play shadows on the surface of the window... Well you know? It is all about Lin again. Lin´s mum for sure did believe in ghosts. So growing up listening to magic and to odd stories can make you begin to see things. Both indoors. And outdoors. The family lived out way beyond city-life. Rather among farmers and peasants and just opposite to the church. The ghosts on that site could make anyone see and sense that vision through all windows in that godamn house. It could be labelled a...

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“Oh I dare say!” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #96

Oh I dare say! I saw this ol´fellow and just a glance at him made me sure about his looks. He for sure did look like a waste of time. Oh no! I don´t mean for pleasure. I mean a waste. Like he had been in remote places no living creature would want to visit. In ragged clothes. Like a face worn out of drinking too much. Sort of clumsy and – an idiotic sight all together! I hated him down to my gut and made myself very clear when adressing him. ”I don´t want to speak with you...I want nothing from you...” My Mrs Wilkinfrience was also sure abou...

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“Making a new turn of life...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #95

Making a new turn of life…  She felt this grip of a foreign hand. Something abstract that was like a ghost made her go in the wrong direction. And as ”it” was like something spiritual she could have no claims of herself. Why should she? She went to the doctor and talked about it. He gave her some pills. But she did not really wish to swallow them but had listened to his stern voice. ”You have a severe disorder. You gotta swallow these. They will help you through your day!” That was about the drip from the universe that hit the hardest sto...

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“Oh silly a party that was....” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #94

Lin? We have to admit it. Her dad was the head of a populistic party in that still remote county of Sweden. Had it not been for Lin´s anarcistic point of view she might had just to let it all pass, until the election was over. But at the same time she figured out to go abroad. And now comes the silly mess about it all. There was a war on. An ugly war in the former Jugoslavia. Lin refused almost to read the papers. About something so ugly as a war? It was not on her agenda. Until… The engine of the ferry made such a noise from Gothenburg down...

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“What´s in a crayfish?” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #93

It was at that god-forgotten crayfish party a long time ago. It must have been in the 80s. Lin and her boyfriend invited their friends: Jon, Linda, Thom, Alf, Birger, Bert, Monti… Only Anti could not come. Or he might have had an intuition that he could not be there. And that was it. His intuition should have to serve as a professor´s gift years after that. He must have seen it in the stars. Lin and her boyfriend just had one small room and a kitchen. Bathroom of course. And the room was crammed that day: no that evening! That evening in Aug...

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“The Moon Stalks alone...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #92

The Moon stalks alone… She shone diamond-like. She shone on the skies that had several spheres. Seven of them to be honest. That is why this stalking satellite was different than all other planets. Mercury, Venus, Jupiter, Mars – etc etc… The moon had a pride. It came about because she knew how to steal the lights from the sun. She was a thief at nights, and yes: she knew about it. Well, some people on earth wanted to be polite. They said that the light of the moon was borrowed. However the matter was in this issue; Light she had and light...

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“A treasure from the shelf...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #91

A treasure from the shelf… He held it in his hands. It was a rare piece of treasure. It had come to him at a difficult moment of his life´s silly journey. Now he all of a sudden felt rich. The author of the book was named Björn von Knohultstierna. He was made an aristocrat in the old days. This he could find on Google. The book he had borrowed at the Vaxjö library was an odd example from the 1600s or so. Text that was difficult to read and interpret. Text that had an aura of the past. More so than ever he was mad about Facebook and the Int...

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“Yggdrasil, the tree of Mankind” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #90

You know! This dame was a priestess among the Vikings. Ingegerd was her name. She had to teach her people how to connect. It was a matter of fact that the men roamed on sea and land. They had to get a stick for each relative to get into skies and heavens above. Yes, it´s true… Only a true warrior was allowed to eat Särimner (the pig) up among the gods. And those Viking gods were very close in resemblance to Mankind. They ate, they drank, they had sex, they had envy, they had to build a hall among all halls where only the best could join into...

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“Oh on an April month” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #89

Oh on an April month... It is odd and a bit of a function that she sat outside that coffee-house somewhere around the 1700s London. She was poor and outside the important society. But really! She had ways to gather the incoming information from the seven seas from seven continents. Men came to her bedroom that was a place for a clever prostitute. Ann was her name and she was also writing books. How rare. She held a golden treasue when it came to her diary, writing about each and every change from day to day. She had a very British mind tha...

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“Lin blew her lies...” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #88

Lin blew her lies… You talkin´ ´to me, hu? At that point Lin came up with an assumption, that British people were mighty high up. She, Lin that is, had no single clue at first of how to get rid of it. Rid off it, the problem itself? That Aristocratic lady, Mrs Willfear, was a nobility of seldom seen stardom. In Lin´s Sweden the hight and mighty came closer to being more pragmatic than lofty. So she had to face the issue in another turn of the screw. Heck it! Of course Picasso had it written down: ”Art is a lie that force you to see reality...

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“Off with it all...on April´s day” by Lis Lovén

Submitted to Contest #87

Off with it all…on April´´ s day ! Oh well, I might as well admit it. It was my idea from the start. I was very tired of my poor imagination when it came to fooling other people. Odd if you ask me, as I was born on April the first. It was like life itself liked to play pun and pranks with me. And I was a victim to stupidity. Yes very weird. I can recall my birthdays as a child. All those endless parcels with nothing in the silly li´l box. I had to make myself laught, just because of it. It belonged to the habit of the day. Be happy as you ...

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