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 |
Thursday, November 14, 2019
sea land / hav land
Thursday, September 26, 2019
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
|
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
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
Saturday, August 26, 2017
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
Wednesday, May 24, 2017
Monday, May 8, 2017
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
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Sock / Sok (deep poetry)
Sock
and I
thought:
the
centre of my being
is a
tiny splotch
of
spilled liquid
lying on the floor
lying on the floor
only
visible from the side
it must
have fallen out of me
when I
was looking
for
something else
something
that would provide stability
like a
butterfly on a needle
or a
tapestry slowly being eaten by moths
for,
let’s face it, stability
is as
temporary as the solar system
(I
just thought I’d give you
a
picture big enough to make you believe
that
I have big thoughts)
I must
have dropped it
while I
tried to replenish
the
fluid I was taught
is
vital, that fluid
which
can reflect the faces
of
other people
but
won’t respond
to
anything I – or they – say
but I
stepped on it
and it
vanished into my sock
…
Sok
og jeg tænkte:
centeret af min
væren
er en lille plet
af spildt væske
der ligger på gulvet
der ligger på gulvet
man kun kan se fra
siden
den må være faldet
ud af mig
mens jeg kiggede
efter
noget andet
noget der ville give
stabilitet
så som en
sommerfugl på en nål
eller en gobelin der
langsomt spises af møl
for, lad os se det i
øjnene, stabilitet
er lige så
midlertidig som solsystemet
(jeg tænkte, at
jeg hellere
måtte give dig
et billede stort nok til
at få dig til at
tænke
at jeg har store
tanker)
jeg
må have spildt den
mens
jeg prøvede at opspæde
den
væske jeg har lært
er
vital, den væske
som
kan genspejle
andre
menneskers ansigter
men
ikke vil reagere
på
noget jeg – eller de – siger
men
jeg trådte på den
og
den forsvandt ind i min sok
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