3 prose poems

Largely because they’re there you can decide for yourself that pigeons are the doorways to a soft part of the quantum field.

Hovedsageligt fordi de er der kan du beslutte for dig selv at duer er adgangsdøre til en blød del af kvantefeltet.

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When an actress died a longer dead bass player expressed his sadness on social media and I believed him.

Da en skuespillerinde døde gav en længere død bassist udtryk for sin sorg på de sociale medier og jeg troede ham.

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Perhaps it’s like this: it rains because it can and pigs don’t fly because they have never asked themselves ‘why not?’; unlike sheep.

Måske er det således: det regner fordi det kan, og grise flyver ikke, fordi de aldrig har spurgt sig selv ‘hvorfor ikke?’; modsat får.

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poem / digt

that one cur
led hair your
entrance 

to a heaven
circumcrawled
by snails

and the heart
beat
you forgot

out
there

 

 

dette ene krøl
lede hår din
indgang

til en himmel
omkravlet
af snegle

og det hjerte
slag
du glemte

der
ude

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