du ser hverken solen stige eller synke sneen fyger om alt, danner sære figurer deforme ekstra lemmer fra bygningskroppe vinden er så kold den brænder, hyler i dagevis, når den lægger sig er verden ren som knogler du er død & genopstanden fjeldet synger i dig; du er, du er, du er
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06.27.2021
dækket er neutraltstyrhuset er hans og han mangler dig ikkeisen over havet, hans optegnelser i loggenhver time: position,forskelle og lighederrepetitioner, variationer yderst i horisonten er en violet stregaf luft, havis og univers der er ingen ord. der er værenabsolut tilstand og nærhed små bider af barndom farer forbilugte, lyde og stemmerind mod kysten der ikke kan sesflyer arktiske måger, små og fede hvordan smøret skal fra papirettil skålen og låget der er formetsom en høne, hvordan det forvirrerdig siden mælk ikke hører sammen med æg hvordan knive vendes indadmod tallerkener og spidsen af servietteropad og at man ikke rækkerud efter…
04.04.2021
bison came to me, presenting itselfas an offer. i ate/consumed/swallowed bisonto renew/concurre/savior myselfand thereby i became bison,who sacrificed itself —the cliff swallows will be back soon,i love my city in their presence the danish national tree is commonbeech (fagus sylvatica)the anemones (anemone virginiana)have to time their floweringbefore leave-coversoak up the spring sunlight —up here we all get through the winter-darkby our bodies recalling spring;the vow of long summer days(17 h & 30 min. in mid june)this collected white blanketof each delicately individualanemone, beneath the hundred years giants exemplifyingthe order of beauty and timeas singles becomingentities in perfection anemones allows me…
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
07.27.2020
—to carry their whisper
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
07.10.2020
— what is your home
06.24.2020
— vi taler om naturen
04.01.2020
—still, this sweetest fragrance of an undisturbed spring
02.27.2020
many souls the sailor is explaining; everyone contains many the sailor doesn’t say souls or define it more than many she shows how stars fall/descent from the universe solidify into clusters that then shape themselves into many souls you can see each soul contain the melting shapes of the stars and that they forget their oneness and melt into entities that has an outline that fit the ones they were made along side with so that solidified souls of personhood contains many and would fit next to the ones they’re shape with they wouldn’t stay this shape throughout living but…
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