poem 24.11.24/digt 24.11.24

admin/ / digt, poem

you take off
your reading glasses
meaning to put on
the normal specs
but you forget

and stumble through
winter-dark rooms
looking for something
you can’t quite see
which makes you
forget what it was
you were looking for

what was it?
why did you need
what you now
have forgotten?
what is it
you’ve forgotten?
and where
is it?

you end up
by the kitchen sink
and wash your hands

that’s the least
you can do
now you’re here

that’s a sinsible
thing to do

isn’t it?

…

shadows live longer now

…

outside ice falls

…

but
you have clean hands
now

at least
you have that

*

du tager
læsebrillerne af
for at tage
de normale briller på
men det
glemmer du

og vakler gennem
vintermørke værelser
mens du leder efter noget
du ikke rigtig kan se
hvilket får dig til
at glemme hvad et var
du ledte efter

hvad var det?
hvorfor havde du brug for
dét du nu har glemt?
hvad er det
du har glemt?
og hvor
er det?

du ender
ved køkkenvasken
og vasker dine hænder

det er det mindste
du kan gøre
nu du er her

det er en fornuftig
ting at gøre

er det ikke?

…

skygger lever længere nu

…

udenfor falder der is

…

men
du har rene hænder
nu

i det mindste
har du dét

Sleeping Food

admin/ / digt, poem

As a continuation of exploring counter-point/juxtapostion in poetry to create a kind of dialogue in the reader’s mind, these are experiments to find out whether a title – or what presents itself as a title typographically – could function as a first line in a poem. Normally we read the title as a more or less comprehensive catch-phrase of what the text below it will reveal, but in this case the following phrase/poem will be in juxtaposition to what the title proposes. The basic presumption is that “the space” between the two parts creates a room for the reader to enter. I hope it works.

MENTALLY AN OVERRIPE PLUM

suck
shoe
suck

.

SHE DOESN’T LIFT HER FEET

blackshirts taken

.

I’M SURE THE BEACH WON’T MIND

your eye’s a bridge swelling

.

CACOPHONY

easel

.

IT’S MY BRAIN IN YOUR NUTSHELL

one stone four falling with the sparrows

.

TIME SITS ON A BLUE 3-LEGGED STOOL

always she’s closer

.

IT’S A KIND OF MECHANICAL SLEEP

an omelet enters a now

.

ALL THOSE YELLOW HOUSES

someone else
with a parrot

.

MORNING DROP

bird black bird

.

I MEANT TO POST A CRYING EMOJI BUT IT CAME OUT A GOLFER

all that beach and no gulls

.

FOREIGN

[music]

in hand

.

DID SHE JUST SING THE WORD UMLAUT?

sausage cloud

.

RE SISTING

laces

.

YOU NEVER KNOW THIS TIME

mind gravel

.

PEAR

take this this

.

OH, HE MISSED!

a
finger
left
in
silence

.

FOOTPRINTS

but if the waters won’t

.

INTUITED TOMATO

the spellchecker doesn’t believe in Attenborough

.

EMPTY BUT FOR HATS

sleeping food

La Peñuela

admin/ / digt, poem

in
La Peñuela
in 1591

every
flame

had
a drop
of water

inside

and

every
drop
of water

had
a flame

inside

i
La Peñuela
i 1591

havde
enhver
flamme

en dråbe
vand

indeni

og

enhver
dråbe
vand

havde
en flamme

indeni

insp. by St. John of the Cross