{"id":883,"date":"2017-09-16T13:19:30","date_gmt":"2017-09-16T13:19:30","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/megaga.dk\/?p=883"},"modified":"2017-09-16T13:22:48","modified_gmt":"2017-09-16T13:22:48","slug":"blue-time-bla-tid","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/megaga.dk\/?p=883","title":{"rendered":"Blue Time \/ Bl\u00e5 tid"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Blue Time or What Use is Poetry?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cWell, if you can\u2019t dig a hole with it or unscrew the lid to your coffin it\u2019s not useful\u201d, said K. looking over my shoulder as I was writing a haiku of sorts (one that seemed uncomfortable being constrained within that narrow concept and was dying (a manner of speaking) to stretch its limbs and run amok and became this text).
\n\u201cPerhaps it can do other things\u201d, I tried. \u201cPerhaps it can make time go by a little more unnoticed?\u201d
\n\u201cLike watching TV you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cSomething like that\u201d<\/p>\n

entering fall I fall<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cSee, that\u2019s the problem with you the \u201cliving\u201d (he made the \u201c \u201d in the air with his fingers \u2013 or finger bones, to be correct). \u201cYou want time to go in a way that you don\u2019t feel it and when your death comes you want more of it. Like: you don\u2019t really know what you want till it\u2019s gone. Why would it come to you when you really didn\u2019t pay any attention to it while it was there? Time is not always a dog clinging to you no matter how badly you treat it\u201d
\n\u201cOoh, I did pay attention to it and I still do\u201d
\n\u201cWhen exactly?\u201d
\n\u201cThat time with the colonoscopy for instance; and when I\u2019m at the dentist …\u201d
\n\u201cNah, the colon thing doesn\u2019t count. You were out of it. They drugged you\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about those times when I went through withdrawals and was being harassed by little blue men?\u201d
\n\u201cHA! As if that was scary. I bet they just went about their acrobatic metamorphosing like they normally do. They\u2019re always like that. Did they turn into a whale, a ship, horrible birds etc. etc.?\u201d
\n\u201cYes, how do you know that?\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s their nature. They\u2019re like clouds. They\u2019re always there in between \u2018worlds\u2019, so to speak; between states of consciousness, but they\u2019re really dumb as f*ck, pardon my Danish (this conversation took place in Danish, but I have translated it to get a little distance); they have a 4 neuron brain or something like that. They\u2019re sort of the glue between spheres coming alive just for the fun of it. Just because it can. They\u2019re just there doing what they do and having fun and \u2018plop\u2019 they go back again to be glue. You just got scared because you actually saw them\u201d
\n\u201cAre they Time?\u201d
\n\u201cSorta\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not really sure I like Time …\u201d
\n\u201cNo?\u201d
\n\u201cDefinitely not Blue Time\u201d<\/p>\n

ignorant of Doomsday threats geese head for the other side of the lake<\/em><\/p>\n

.<\/p>\n

Bl\u00e5 tid eller Hvad nytte er poesi til?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u201cAlts\u00e5. hvis du ikke kan grave et hul med det eller skrue l\u00e5get af din kiste, er det ikke til nogen nytte\u201d, sagde K. Han kiggede mig over skulderen, mens jeg skrev et slags haiku (\u00e9t der ikke syntes tilpas ved at v\u00e6re begr\u00e6nset til det sn\u00e6vre koncept, og var ved at d\u00f8 (det er bare s\u00e5dan noget man siger) af ut\u00e5lmodighed efter at str\u00e6kke sine lemmer og g\u00e5 amok og blev til denne tekst).
\n\u201cM\u00e5ske kan det g\u00f8re andre ting, fors\u00f8gte jeg. M\u00e5ske kan det f\u00e5 tiden til at g\u00e5 lidt mere ubem\u00e6rket\u201d
\n\u201cLissom at se fjernsyn mener Du?\u201d
\n\u201cNoget i den retning\u201d<\/p>\n

med en sl\u00e5fejl har efter\u00e5ret pludselig l\u00f8vefald<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cSer du, det er problemet med jer \u201dlevende\u201d (igen lavede han de d\u00e9r \u201d \u201d i luften med sine fingre \u2013 eller rettere: fingerknogler). I vil ha\u2019, at tiden g\u00e5r p\u00e5 en m\u00e5de, s\u00e5 I ikke m\u00e6rker den, og n\u00e5r jeres d\u00f8d kommer vil I ha\u2019 mere af den. Det er som: I v\u00e9d ikke, hvad I har, indtil I ikke har det mere. Hvorfor sku\u2019 den komme til jer, n\u00e5r I ikke rigtig lagde m\u00e6rke til den, mens den var der? Tiden er ikke altid en hund, der kl\u00e6ber til dig uanset hvor d\u00e5rligt, du behandler den\u201d
\n\u201cUh, jeg har altid lagt m\u00e6rke til tiden og g\u00f8r det stadig\u201d
\n\u201cHvorn\u00e5r pr\u00e6cist?\u201d
\n\u201cDen gang med koloskopien, for eksempel; og n\u00e5r jeg er hos tandl\u00e6gen \u2026\u201d
\n\u201cN\u00e6h du, kolo-tingen g\u00e6lder ikke. Da var du helt v\u00e6k, fordi de havde bed\u00f8vet dig\u201d
\n\u201cHvad s\u00e5 med de gange jeg var til afgiftning og blev generet af sm\u00e5 bl\u00e5 m\u00e6nd?\u201d
\n\u201cHA! Som om det var noget, at v\u00e6re bange for. Jeg t\u00f8r v\u00e6dde p\u00e5, at de blot undergik deres akrobatiske metamorfoser, som de altid g\u00f8r. Forvandlede de sig til et skib, en hval, forf\u00e6rdelige fugle o.s.v. o.s.v.?\u201d
\n\u201cJa. Hvordan kan du vide d\u00e9t?\u201d
\n\u201cDet er deres natur. De er som skyer. De g\u00f8r bare det de g\u00f8r og har det sjovt med det. De er altid d\u00e9r mellem verdener, s\u00e5 at sige, mellem bevidsthedsstadier, men i virkeligheden er de fandens dumme. De har en hjerne med 4 neuroner eller noget i den retning. Det er ligesom om, at limen mellem sf\u00e6rerne kommer til live bare for sjov. De g\u00f8r blot, hvad de g\u00f8r og har det sjovt med det og s\u00e5 \u2019plop\u2019 g\u00e5r de tilbage til at v\u00e6re lim igen. Du blev kun bange, fordi du s\u00e5 dem\u201d
\n\u201cEr de Tiden?\u201d
\n\u201cP\u00e5 en m\u00e5de
\n\u201cJeg tror ikke, at jeg kan lide Tiden\u201d
\nIkke?\u201d
\n\u201cI hvert fald ikke Bl\u00e5 Tid\u201d<\/p>\n

uvidende om dommedagstrusler flyver g\u00e6s mod s\u00f8ens anden bred<\/em><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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