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…
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Tagged soil
04.14.2020
twin plateau —said, that all flourishing is reciprocal
03.02.2020
beads in the morning small feather or shell shows herself with her creamy alluvian fan of whipped white, the round shape presents a reference point on your mental horizon: no sunlight in the days here pale hours throughout winter inside her form is spring-embryo gently pulling at your heart: repeat, repeat repeat
03.01.2020
beads said, yes i’d love to come back though working now. have to obey; the hours, the days —like beads, weighing against each other mirroring repetition, unable to know what is real and what is repeated yes, i’d love to come back; what is now and what has past said, what is lost stay lost the pain so abandoned; one can hardly recall or mirror the cause i’d love to come back —i’d love
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…
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)
09.03.2019
libya, fossil fuel en af mine fædre tager til ørkenen han er væk længe han sender ting han sender en læbestift i en lerskål han sender forsteninger af muslinger — at luft tordner i himlen og i gletchere hans tænder slides ned i sandstorme hans hud lædrer han vasker sig i sand & tørrer sig i solen hverken anker eller sejl er oppe —at noget bevæger sig derude — at det er is der driver fra gletcheren en af mine fædre bor i et telt i ørkenen han måler sandet han måler i sandet hvor vejen skal være han…
05.07.2019 01
(edible/eating) “domesticated crop and ‘wild’ plants (called: crop wild relatives) domesticated livestock species and their wild relatives non-harvested species, including soil micro-biota, pollinators non-harvested species in the wider environment” : thinking of (the concept of) wild relatives and how they’re related to you, thinking —
05.01.2019
— bliss, as your indigenous soul
06.01.2018
— gæst adskillelser, hvor jeg er tilstede og han bevæger sig (afsted). lufthavne vågner i torden. lugten af jet benzin hænger i næsen endnu. mit landskab: (bulbjerg) gæsterne sover i gæsteværelset ingen er døde endnu havtorn blomstrer fugle sover få timer om natten? børn er ude med bare ben til elleve de kalder harer kaniner uden bur de hopper rundt som dem og har haletudser i sylteglas slipper dem fri og føler sig nådige de lår de skubber deres kolde tæer ind imellem i sengen om morgenen bliver aske, så jord og så biller
