what i think is irrelevant.–yes i can write for the landis that love or perpetuating dominion? we drove 130km/h on the glacierit was like flying through paradise


salt 4/4 –and peacockwalking through your heart toowith his taildragging the dirt behind himtracing a wedding thatdidn’t unfoldand love and love and love


salt 3/4 i go where i can find saltyou go where there’s good saltyou can’t see what your doingso you need a techniqueyes, the salt is good quality & pale pinknow i filled my canoei can go home happy 


salt 2/4 before i enter the water i covermy bodyin oilwhen we work in the riverwe get woundsi don’t chose where i workwe take all the salt we wantthe salt raised to our facesthe river change colourit change colour throughout the daythe sunlight cause the colour to changeand the colour change over eveningit is either divine orfrom the sorcerer   


salt 1/4 i am getting salti take my canoe to the riverthen i’ll go down into the waterstart collection salt and put it in the canoei stay in the water for hoursi enter the water with a long stick, a basketand shovel to dig the salt at the bottomthe canoe takes me onto the waterthat’s where i hold the salt i collectone day the fish started dyingand we wondered if there was saltthen we realised that the riverhas turned completely saltyand that we could dig salt 


08.08.13 1.00pm dear anna. lately i have had nightmares. wake shivering — can i come see you? when will you have time. how are you? i miss – you – nothing — no writing — words disappeared inside — circulate in the body — like breathing: breath in a n n a breath out d e a r breath in a n n a breath out d e a r 09.08.13 6.00am nightmare — twin girls — one fell into the sea and were lost — unable to make it home — she forgot who she was and became homeless…


–eller hvis jeg siger: danmark er vold. mod landskab og vildheddet er drab af grise og andet godtfolkdjævleuddrivelse til kollektivt vanvidmin søstermin søster jeg ser dig


sisters oh planti have come to pray to youto take you with me and bring you homehere i bow infant heart in front of yougive me your blessinglittle sister, little sisterancient heartscome, come with me take us homefill us up


preamble. kids walking home in pitch black afternoons like small moon astronauts in their heavy winter clothesoblivious to their own braveness. gracefully  traveling this thick silence their traces are indented islands  circular poems of joyquickly covered by snow, whereas  their voices traveling all directions.  what is wanting in you when the beat of their drum is family


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