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02.07.2021

polar principle how change is affecting the arctic warming faster than any other place on the planet those changes accelerating meetings of geophysics, locals absent animals, ancestors drastically low sea ice, shrunken snow cover wildfires and that the whole region is shifting fundamentally it is that it is well on its way to becoming a place defined by open dark ocean and pouring rain rather than by sea ice and snow all over the planet reports signaling change happening so quickly not much will stay as it is today the “new arctic” discussion has been largely within the confines of science…

01.24.2021

hans heste går om ham som en fane af blod og vejrtrækning du ved det, du kan bare ikke gribe det du rækker ud og de bevæger sig baglæns deres store kroppe skræmmer dig du taler ikke deres sprog du ved ikke hvordan man kalder dem til sig du begynder forfra på en fortælling: ned ad grusveje op over pløjemarker opskræmmer fasaner kravler ud gennem vinduer i sommernætter hænger hestehud herinde i faner spændt ud mellem facaderne saltvandet stiger op over kantstene, fortove. trappestene stiger ind i opgange stiger alt med sig aberne klamrer sig til hinanden. hvor hovedbanens bygning…

01.16.2021

hvordan hun samler regnorme op med forsigtige bevægelser. hvordan de vrider sig om hendes fingre. hvordan hun redder biller fra vindueskarme, myrer fra madpakker. hvor langt hun kan kaste en ferskensten. hun elsker alle der spiser og alle der spises lige højt, herhjemme svinger kraner i slow motion gennem udsigtenman er sultenman er en skabning

12.31.2020

animal nature new year (2010) he’s one of the men i met at a new year party how you look like a sweet little cat with sweet little paws you lick and wash your whiskers with he said. i raise my arm and slap him as hard as i can with my paw. oh hit me again he says and i raise my other arm that he grabs coming at him and bent it behind my back so i have to turn to easy the pain and therefore show him my rear  as the crowd counting down for midnight he…

11.17.2020

on the south side of the twin’s colour this morning,there is a flock of many hundreds, closer to 1,000 than 500rosy finches.they’re backlit against a woolen sky a couple days ago in the same area two similar-sized flocks foraging and flying. they coalesced in flight,playing, then went onto disperse like your heart eludes me

09.22.2020

— fatal child : sukkeret sunket brænder i maven du hører din vejrtrækning og isen under dig (synker)

07.24.2020

—yes. the roses smell like happiness and sorrow  or maybe that’s all i am smelling —very soft, i would like to try a yellow too