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She stopped being a surrealist when she found out she had to pose in weird gardens in a man\u2019s absinth and opium induced nightmares getting cold feet and a runny nose. She\u2019d preferred just putting rodents heads on selected vegetables.<\/p>\n

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Hun holdt op med at v\u00e6re surrealist, da hun fandt ud af, at hun skulle posere i m\u00e6rkelige haver i en mands absint- og opiumsfremkaldte mareridt med kolde f\u00f8dder og en l\u00f8bende n\u00e6se. Hun foretrak blot, at s\u00e6tte gnaveres hoveder p\u00e5 udvalgte gr\u00f8ntsager.<\/p>\n

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On a one-cloud day he decided to do things differently and not being a slave to repetition. He turned the blank sheet of paper upside down before putting it in the typewriter. After the usual 47 Y\u2019s and P\u2019s he milked the coffee cow.<\/p>\n

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P\u00e5 en dag med kun \u00e9n sky bestemte han sig for, at g\u00f8re tingene anderledes og ikke v\u00e6re slave af gentagelsen. Han vendte det blanke papir op og ned, f\u00f8r han satte det i skrivemaskinen. Efter de s\u00e6dvanlige Y\u2019er og P\u2019er malkede han kaffekoen.<\/p>\n

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When all the leaves are gone we\u2019ll get a gun and a map and a pint of milk for no specific reason(s) and watch the sky being reassembled from the countless empty malls that suck our dreams dry. But for now we\u2019re just nails in someone\u2019s head.<\/p>\n

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N\u00e5r alle bladene er v\u00e6k, vil vi anskaffe os et v\u00e5ben og et kort og en halv liter m\u00e6lk uden s\u00e6rlig(e) grund(e) og se p\u00e5, at himlen samles igen af de tall\u00f8se tomme indk\u00f8bscentre, der suger vore dr\u00f8mme tomme. Men indtil videre er vi kun s\u00f8m i en eller andens hoved.<\/p>\n

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Time and time again time covers the wrist watch with a layer of stone eyes blind and yet staring through you, mocking you for trusting time to heal anything. But because you\u2019re \u2018clever\u2019 you catch pears under cheap drinking glasses and suck your thumb.<\/p>\n

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Gang p\u00e5 gang d\u00e6kker tiden armb\u00e5ndsuret med et lag af sten\u00f8jne, blinde og dog stirrende gennem dig, som om de driller dig for at have tillid til, at tiden l\u00e6ger hvad som helst. Men fordi du er \u2019klog\u2019, fanger du p\u00e6rer under billige drikkeglas og sutter p\u00e5 din tommelfinger.<\/p>\n

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They were making moons from clay, dust and birds\u2019 eggs when their mother said dinner was ready. \u2018But first\u2019, she said, \u2018play me a sonata on the cardboard piano. We\u2019ll have an earthquake as starters\u2019. \u2018We\u2019d prefer sailors\u2019 eyes\u2019, they said.<\/p>\n

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De var ved at lave m\u00e5ner af ler, st\u00f8v og fugle\u00e6g, da deres mor sagde, at aftensmaden var klar. \u2019Men f\u00f8rst\u2019, sagde hun, skal I spille mig en sonate p\u00e5 papklaveret. Vi skal ha\u2019 et jordsk\u00e6lv til forret\u2019. \u2019Vi vil hellere have s\u00f8mands\u00f8jne\u2019, sagde de.<\/p>\n

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Things distract us but we need them to put other things on.<\/p>\n

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Ting distraherer os men vi har brug for dem til at stille andre ting p\u00e5.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

She stopped being a surrealist when she found out she had to pose in weird gardens in a man\u2019s absinth and opium induced nightmares getting cold feet and a runny nose. She\u2019d preferred just putting rodents heads on selected vegetables. . Hun holdt op med at v\u00e6re surrealist, da hun fandt ud af, at hun […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[75,50,119,66,55],"tags":[52,51,57,56],"class_list":["post-3274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-digt","category-poem","category-prosadigt","category-prose","category-prose-poem","tag-digt","tag-poem","tag-prosadigt","tag-prose-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3274","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3274"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3275,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3274\/revisions\/3275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}