light as milk: the light is soft and fractal like dreaming; a cave-opening in sandstone formation darkness emanates and fill the air as light reach you, pass through you and snow falls as choruses
writings
From studies
01.20.2020
light as milk: the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat animal hauls are wild and fill the air as light these are the real beings and we are solely alive to hear their hauling and reply
01.07.2020
that they have blushing plumage conical seed-eating beaks that their beaks are dark in summer and light yellowish in winter that they forage for seeds, especially thistle seeds and that these grow blushing flower-heads when blooming
12.11.2019
— fødselsdag (du husker en bleg brystkasse, maskulint figur men et fuglet udtryk. tynd hud. store flade brystvorter. tæt på er de brystvorter. på afstand ligner de rødlige øjne der ser ud gennem kroppen neden under hovedet med munden der lyver, men brystvorterne siger sandhed. de siger din krop er svagere end hans og at han kan slå dig ihjel hvis han ville. at han har ondskab bag sin drengede ynde og beregnende adfærd i sin nonchalance du husker, alt splintredes og at det aldrig samlede sig igen)
12.07.2019
ørken ; — in to the world beyond seperation
11.17.2019
— i love the ants out here as well ; gracious and relentless i want to be too
11.10.2019
rabbit lane: at bierne er store her at myrene er store at træer blomstrer buske blomstrer blomster blomstrer at alt taler til hinanden at alt dufter af nåde og hjertet, hjertet
10.27.2019
— light as milk the light is boiling milk; foam and blinding heat the light is endemic to this world —or it is not the hauls and calls are wild and fill the air as light the creatures are endemic to this world —or they are not let’s say they are; let’s say these are the real beings and we are merely alive to hear their hauling and reply when we listen, it will make them exist as seeds of life in other worlds like; if our clay bodies are ablaze attentively in light the milk of listening will make…
10.26.2019
— wool woman in the mornings wool woman reply to the sun; “sun”, she says as it comes in to being on the horizon at noon wool woman is wearing a big brimmed hat, gaze at the rim where sun came up and replies to noon; “heat”, she says as it conquer her and slay her onto the landscape towards evenings wool woman rises her self up, leave another outline of her burned shape and stretch her limbs as animal after siesta; “resurrection”, she replies at night the thick dark is ointment for repeat wool woman sleep in her amniotic…
09.15.2019
— madeleines sukkeret sunket brænder i maven du hører din vejrtrækning og isen under dig (synker)
