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that Sunday he took off his hat and nothing changed<\/p>\n

den s\u00f8ndag tog han sin hat af og intet forandredes<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

she tore out her hair and made the first page of a book about birds<\/p>\n

hun rev sit h\u00e5r ud og lavede den f\u00f8rste side i en bog om fugle<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

I stepped on the moon in a puddle and broke a flag of space imperialism<\/p>\n

jeg tr\u00e5dte p\u00e5 m\u00e5nen i en vandpyt og kn\u00e6kkede et rum-imperialistisk flag<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

that morning I sneezed and gave birth to a singing jelly-fish<\/p>\n

den morgen nyste jeg og f\u00f8dte en syngende vandmand<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

he shed his religion but neither the clouds the trees nor the bendy thingies you use for sealing bread bags seemed to notice<\/p>\n

han smed sin religion fra sig men hverken skyerne tr\u00e6erne eller de b\u00f8jelige dimser man bruger til at lukke br\u00f8dposer med syntes at l\u00e6gge m\u00e6rke til det<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

hoovering the hills I find a pink comb left by the ancient gnome that lives under ground<\/p>\n

da jeg st\u00f8vsuger bakkerne finder jeg en lyser\u00f8d kam efterladt af den oldgamle dv\u00e6rg der lever under jorden<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

after a set of twin storms I check if The Dipper’s still there and line up my night pills<\/p>\n

efter et s\u00e6t tvillingestorme tjekker jeg om Karlsvognen stadig er der og l\u00e6gger mine nattepiller frem<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

this cigarillo\u2019s supposedly from Sumatra my head’s where it usually is<\/span><\/p>\n

denne her cigarillo er tilsyneladende fra Sumatra mit hoved er hvor det s\u00e6dvanligvis er<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

that afternoon he intended to write but out came only foam eventually taken by the wind<\/p>\n

den eftermiddag havde han i sinde at skrive, men ud kom kun skum, der sidenhen blev taget af vinden<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

it’s a book so heavy than when it falls it turns on all electric appliances in the house<\/p>\n

det’ en bog s\u00e5 tung at n\u00e5r den falder t\u00e6nder den for alle elektriske apparater i huset<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

\u201dThis is why I was born: to try to become someone I’m not.\u201d
\n\u201dAh, you’re a good man.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201dDette her er grunden til, at jeg blev f\u00f8dt: for at fors\u00f8ge at blive person, jeg ikke er.\u201d
\n\u201d\u00c5h, du er et godt menneske.\u201d<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

in that instant he became a post-modern man and knew nothing with any certainty<\/p>\n

i det \u00f8jeblik blev han en post-moderne mand og vidste ikke noget med sikkerhed<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

a lot of the winter was gone but no snowmen hat yet appeared in public<\/span><\/p>\n

en stor del af vinteren var g\u00e5et og endnu havde ingen snem\u00e6nd vist sig offentlig<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

here and there under the sun there are rooms of people talking to each other with a fixed and rudimentary vocabulary and knit look-alike sweaters from strawberry liquorice<\/span><\/p>\n

her og der under solen er der v\u00e6relser med mennesker der taler til hinanden med et fastsat og rudiment\u00e6rt ordforr\u00e5d og strikker ens tr\u00f8jer af jordb\u00e6rlakrids<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

\u201dThat word is very close to the Danish word for slippers, but it means ‘tablets’.\u201d
\n\u201dThey’re the ones over there, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\u201dDet ord er meget t\u00e6t p\u00e5 det danske ‘t\u00f8fler’, men det betyder ‘tabletter’.\u201d
\n\u201dDet er dem derovre, ikke?\u201d<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

at night they carved out dogs from the shadows in their room, then they went out walking them around mosques<\/p>\n

om natten skar de hunde ud af skyggerne i deres v\u00e6relser, s\u00e5 gik de ud og luftede dem omkring moskeer<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

a journal came in the post today and when I opened the envelope 25 crying youngsters fell out.
\nI told them about trees and Bowie, swans and bunions and dried their eyes.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

i dag kom et tidsskrift med posten, og da jeg \u00e5bnede kuverten fald 25 gr\u00e6dende unge mennesker ud. jeg fortalte dem om tr\u00e6er og Bowie, svaner og knyster og t\u00f8rrede deres \u00f8jne.<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

I’m not faking it but I dress myself in madrake grimaces and act decent when you’re around wearing your black swan hat<\/p>\n

jeg lader ikke som om, men jeg ikl\u00e6der mig andrik-grimasser og opf\u00f8rer mig p\u00e6nt, n\u00e5r vi er sammen, og du b\u00e6rer din sorte svanehat<\/p>\n

:<\/p>\n

today as well I refrained from making my life into a dramatic fight and heroic succumbing to inevitabilities and so I was ignored by the eye in the wall<\/span><\/p>\n

ogs\u00e5 i dag afstod jeg fra at g\u00f8re mit liv til en dramatisk kamp og heroisk bukken under for uundg\u00e5eligheder, og s\u00e5ledes blev jeg overset af \u00f8jet i v\u00e6ggen<\/span><\/p>\n

:<\/span><\/p>\n

he spend his youth bashing as many notes as he could out of his guitar then he got a white suit and went out to get some chili. there’s still not a tower named after him<\/span><\/p>\n

han tilbragte sin ungdom med at sl\u00e5 s\u00e5 mange toner ud af sin guitar, som han kunne, s\u00e5 fik sig et hvidt jakkes\u00e6t og gik ud for at f\u00e5 noget chili. der er stadig ikke noget t\u00e5rn opkaldt efter ham<\/span><\/p>\n

:<\/span><\/p>\n

every midnight she threw out camel parts from the 5th floor. at first we thought it was nappies, but were relieved when it turned out it wasn’t. those borne in the desert aren’t good with stairs.<\/p>\n

hver midnat kastede hun kamel-dele ud fra 5te sal. f\u00f8rst troede vi, det var bleer, men var lettede da det viste sig, at det ikke forholdt sig s\u00e5dan. dem, der er f\u00f8dt i \u00f8rkenen har det ikke s\u00e5 godt med trapper.<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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