yots 20.09 2017

mucus morning
see, that’s a 1st and 3rd
world problem

heartflesh
it bears a name

now it looks like
it didn’t emit stars last night
the house on the hill

darkness
it’s not an accessory

.

slimmorgen
se, dét er et 1ste og 3dje
verdens problem

hjertekød
det bærer et navn

nu kan man ikke se
det udgød stjerner sidste nat
huset på bakken

mørke
det er ikke et tilbehør

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Yotsumono 01.09 2017

blinded by selfies
we walk straight into
the quicksand

a fish thinks
it thinks

to slow down autumn
“What need have I for this, what need have I for that – I’m dancing at the feet of my lord, all is bliss, all is bliss”*
on repeat

she fears it’ll break
the bubble
in the carpenter’s level

:

blindet af selfier
går vi direkte ud
i kviksand

en fisk tænker på
om den tænker

for at sinke efteråret
“What need have I for this, what need have I for that – I’m dancing at the feet of my lord, all is bliss, all is bliss”*
på repeat

hun frygter den vil briste
boblen
i vaterpasset

* A track from Shakti’s first album

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Wednesday’s Saviour / Onsdagens frelser – yotsumono

Wednesday’s Saviour

sucking up sound
the deafnesstree blooms
like cotton

Wednesday’s saviour sleeps
in a pillbox

in a tribe of eyes
darkness is born
as a prophet

and so the tale continues
with wolves as choir

..

Onsdagens frelser

opslugende lyd
blomstrer døvhedstræet
som bomuld

onsdagens frelser sover
i en pilleæske

i en stamme af øjne
fødes mørket
som en profet

og således forsætter fortællingen
med ulve som kor

file date: 13.04 2016

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3.30

3.30

summer mystery
is a boulevard without trees
a boule or a vard?

in that cage the ball
makes all the difference

thumps and yells
the night oozes with
testosterone

3.30 AM
don’t they have a home
to go to?

a straight but accidental line
foot → ball → face

sleepless
the hidden fortress *
no longer hidden

::

3.30

sommermysterie
er en boulevard uden træer
en boule eller en vard?

i dét bur er det bolden
der gør hele forskellen

bump og råb
natten er fuld af
testosteron

3.30 om morgenen
har de ikke et hjem
de kan være i?

en lige men tilfældig linje
fod -> bold -> ansigt

søvnløs
den skjulte fæstning*
er ikke længere skjult

*Kurosawa

 

file date: 07.06 2015

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White in White / Hvidt i hvidt

White in White


white in white
I catch a glimpse of Flora
in snowed up windows

strange, when you stop going backwards
you’re suddenly avant-garde

in this hourglass
starlings swarm
every 7th minute

it has finally done it, the wolf
eaten the gods and sun

wouldn’t you have wished
you were a fly on the wall?

really!
our cells come
from a Fender Rhodes

through a door in the elephant
a rush of apsaras and tongues

on the parking lot
two ravens give a pizza
a heaven-burial

::

Hvidt i hvidt

hvidt i hvidt
jeg fanger et glimt af Flora
i tilsneede vinduer

mærkeligt, du holder op med at gå baglæns
og straks er du avant-garde

i dette timeglas
sværmer stære
hvert 7nde minut

omsider har den gjort det, ulven
ædt guderne og solen

ku’ du ikk’ godt tænke dig at ha’ været
en flue på væggen?

det’ sandt!
vore celler kommer
fra et Fender Rhodes

gennem en dør i elefanten
en strøm af apsara’er og tunger

på p-pladsen
gi’r to ravne en pizza
en himmelbegravelse

Flora: Flora Purim’s version of Chick Corea’s Windows from the album Encounter, 1977

file date: 03-02 2015

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Schuster’s Thursday / Schusters torsdag

Schuster’s Thursday

is that
the face of Christ
on the toast?

on good days
we deny aeroplanes

Schuster (unseen, unknown)
shoots out his
stethoscope fingers
and listen to my Hippocampus
humming ‘She Loves You’
(yeah yeah yeah)

then shape-shifts
into a dentist’s chair
reciting the Burnt Cigar Sutra
imploring mushrooms to march
till the painted dawn

on bad days
we grow hair in odd places

then on Thursdays
oat is the transmitter
of god’s [read: economy] will

:

Schusters torsdag

er det
Kristi ansigt
på brødet?

på gode dage
fornægter vi flyvemaskiner

Schuster (uset, ukendt)
skyder sine teleskopfingre
ud og lytter
til min Hippocampus
der nynner ”She Loves You”
(yeah yeah yeah)

og skifter derefter form
til en tandlægestol
mens han reciterer Den Brændte Cigars Sutra
og tilskynder paddehatte til at marchere
til det malede daggry

på dårlige dage
får vi hår på de underligste steder

så, på torsdage
bliver havregryn formidlere
af guds [læs: økonomi] vilje

file dated 17.03 2017
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3% – yotsumono

from a 3% difference
boats ‘n’ bombs ‘n’
candy-floss

beyond the trees
the sound of trees’ death

the molecular structure
of The Pearly Gates
in my elbow too

by the inadequacy of language:
deep space

:::

fra en 3% forskel
både og bomber
og candyfloss

bag træerne
lyden af trædød

Perleportens
molekylære struktur
også i min albue

ved sprogets utilstrækkelighed:
det dybe rum

 



(the 3% difference in the DNA between humans and gorillas)
file dated: 23.10 2014


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yotsumono 17.10 2014

17.10 2014

autumn rain
something
to hold on to

only in this Goldilock zone
songs about horses

pocket-preacher
will he eventually
convert himself?

entering or exiting
the specs fog over

 

 

efterårsregn
noget
at holde fast i

kun i denne Goldilock zone
sange om heste

lommeprædikant
vil han engang
omvende sig selv?

kommer ind eller går ud
brillerne dugger

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