poem 06.02 2020 (apophatic croissant?)

not

outside

the hair

on

the plate

where

the croissant

was

not

outside

the croissant

that was

or

its

past

or

present

or

the crumbs

left

behind

or

not

not

in

the hair

on

the plate

where

the croissant

was

not

not

in

the croissant

that was

or

its

past

or

present

or

the crumbs

left

behind

                  between the trees

                  around

                  the water

                  pumping

                  house

                 are snowdrops

                 and eranthis

                 unaware

                 of calendar

                 winter

                 and

                 you

                 don’t

                 go

                 anywhere

                 but

                 keep

                 rubbing

                 peppermint

                 oil

                 on

                 your

                 aching

                 neck

                
                 (worn discs)

                 and

                 listen

                 to

                 Bach’s

                 works

                 for

                 flute

not

outside

the hair

on

the plate

where

the croissant

was

not

outside

the croissant

that was

or

the crumbs

left

behind

or

not

not

in

the hair

on

the plate

where

the croissant

was

not

not

in

the croissant

that was

or

the crumbs

left

behind

.

ikke

udenfor

håret

på

tallerkenen

hvor

croissanten

var

ikke

udenfor

croissanten

der

var

dens

fortid

eller

nutid

eller

krummerne

ladt

tilbage

eller

ikke

ikke

i

håret

på

tallerkenen

hvor

croissanten

var

ikke

ikke

i

croissanten

der

var

eller

dens

fortid

eller

nutid

eller

krummerne

ladt

tilbage

                    mellem træerne

                    omkring

                    pumpestationen

                    er vintergækker

                    og erantis

                    uvidende

                    om

                    kalendervinteren

                    og

                    du

                    går

                    ingen
                    steder

                    men

                    bliver

                    ved

                    med

                    at

                    smøre

                    pebermynteolie

                    på

                   din

                   smertende

                   nakke

                  (slidte hvirvler)

                   og

                   lytte

                   til

                  Bachs

                  værker

                  for

                  fløjte

ikke

udenfor

håret

på

tallerkenen

hvor

croissanten

var

ikke

udenfor

croissanten

der

var

dens

fortid

eller

nutid

eller

krummerne

ladt

tilbage

eller

ikke

ikke

i

håret

på

tallerkenen

hvor

croissanten

var

ikke

ikke

i

croissanten

der

var

eller

dens

fortid

eller

nutid

eller

krummerne

ladt

tilbage

sea land / hav land

the sea is coming the sea is going the land is coming the land is going the sea is coming the sea is going the land is coming the land is going the surf of land the field of sea the sea is coming the land is coming the sea is going the land is going the surf of land the field of sea

havet kommer havet går landet kommer landet går havet kommer havet går landet kommer landet går landets brænding havets mark havet kommer landet kommer havet går landet går landets brænding havets mark

Pop Song / Popsang

Pop Song red east red west red horse red east red west red horse the same red the other red not that red but this red horse then a conversation - one sided - with an elastic band blue north blue south blue shoes blue north blue south blue shoes the same blue but different like the blue horse is like the red horse the sunset comes earlier now

Popsang rød øst rød vest rød hest rød øst rød vest rød hest den samme røde den anden røde ikke dén røde men denne røde hest så en samtale - ensidig - med en elastisk blå nord blå syd blå sko blå nord blå syd blå sko den samme blå men anderledes som den blå hest er som den røde hest solnedgangen kommer tidligere nu

Natsværmerblind / Mothblind

Natsværmerblind

fuglemanden med sit indre af fjer

lister rundt på Abrahamsblomsternes månefangere

den nat vi har skrevet med søm og mælk

venter ikke på os i sin metronomkappe

du er et øjeblik

væk mellem brune tænder

og 80’er techno

jeg er et øjeblik

natsværmerblind og en bølge

af rust i et øje

-

Mothblind

the birdman with his insides of feathers

tip-toes around on the Anrahamflowers’ mooncatchers

the night we have written with nails and milk

won’t wait for us in its metronomecloak

you are a moment

lost between brown teeth

and 80’s techno

I am a moment

mothblind and a wave

of rust in an eye

taken / taget

he was taken from

his mother at a young age

by 25 rebel pelicans

and dumped in the cafeteria

in a faraway shopping centre

where no thinking man

or woman

would dream of being seen

and yet they were there

and continued asking each other

where they were

and how they got there

and why the menu

was one seemingly endless

string of spaghetti

without ketchup

:

han blev taget

fra sin mor i en ung alder

af 25 rebelske pelikaner

og dumpet i et cafeteria

i et shoppingcenter langt borte

hvor ingen tænkende mand

eller kvinde

kunne drømme om at blive set

og dog var de der

og spurgte konstant hinanden

hvor de var og hvordan

de var kommet dertil

og hvorfor menuen bestod

af et tilsyneladende endeløst

stykke spaghetti

uden ketchup

p8

hime / hjam

while we identified trees

from their darkness

that darkness that’s always

cheating the eye

we ended up with the word ”home”

unused

but made up ”hime”

as a cross between

him and home

and looked away

mens vi identificerede træer

ud fra deres mørke

det mørke der altid

snyder øjet

endte vi op med ordet ”hjem”

i overskud

men opfandt ”hjam”

som en krydsning mellem

ham og hjem

og kiggede væk