Friday 30 September 2011

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September 29, 2011

Changing filters in both water taps. Soon the golf course will be as large as the village. The cat has had a bad night, I'm told.

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September 28, 2011

Unstuck in time – clocks, watch, phones and computer on each its time. I get minutes older walking from one room to another. I stay put.

Tuesday 27 September 2011

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Through the toilet window the noise from rooks circling the church tower. Do dirty dishes multiply during the night? The cat's ADHD, I bet.

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Attention bereavement seems to be THE driving force these days. Another midday funeral – this village is dying. Writer's shoulders.

Sunday 25 September 2011

3ournal




Summer makes a revisit and I drive along manure stinking roads. In my search box: Berlusconi's parties. I knock over a glass of water.

Saturday 24 September 2011

3ournal



On the night train a drunk man oozing of bitterness argues with an unseen woman. Most of this country in utter darkness. Got a blue face.

Thursday 22 September 2011

3ournal


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The street lamp goes on at 5 AM. Had submissions accepted though I thought the plublication was dead. Stopped talking to dead spiders.

Wednesday 21 September 2011

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September 20, 2011

The sky remains colorless. Strong winds and ravens make me think of all things medieval. I pick up my drawing routine.



September 21, 2011

Sleepless again – can't even conjure a pleasant daydream. More white hairs in the beard. A new portion of Bach's flower remedies.

Tuesday 20 September 2011

3ournals - September 19, 2011


Is Volapyk made from voles and puke? Info-age, a gathering of trivia from individual world constructions. Some are into cheese and ties.

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On the train a scruffy guy rehearses ”Auld lang syne” on a harmonica. 1. ½ of the day bright as summer. Neighbor's cat wanna move in, I guess.

Sunday 18 September 2011

3ournal - September 18, 2011




2 AM watching The Rutles – I wait for a party at the inn to die down. The waning moon and a waxing one on top of my head. Loneliness sucks.

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Repeatedly playing “The Gnome” - he changes the colors of trees. For some reason my bare feet are warm. The cat allowed a wee bit inside.

3ournal - September 17, 2011

First day in 4 months I wear socks. I fear the new government will crumble fast. Is something tampering with my taste buds?

Saturday 17 September 2011

3ournal - September 16, 2011



Only 4 hours of sleep but still ”bright” in the 'ead. We've now got our first female PM – she got the votes AM. Ordered a bigger tv-package.

Star Trek fragment

Old Star Trek episode. I've figured it out: it's the camera that shakes when the Enterprise is hit by laser canons. How good these actors were to tumble first in one direction and then another when the camera was tipped. And you can't see the strings holding the space ships in place. Did they have an in-turn to stop them from dangling? Space is mysterious. A Klingon with a butter knife becomes dizzy by looking at an impressionest painting. Thank G for stereotypes. And an anti-dizziness drug called Vertazine.


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Gammelt Star Trek afsnit. Jeg har fundet ud af det: det er kameraet, der ryster, når Enterprise bliver ramt af laserkanononer. De der skuespillere var gode til at tumle først den ene vej og så den anden, når kameraet tiltede. Og man kan ikke se snorene, der holder rumskibene på plads. Havde de voluntører til at forhindre dem i at dingle omkring. Rummet er mystisk. En klingon med en smørkniv bliver svimmel ved at kigge på et impressionistisk maleri. G ske tak og lov for stereotyper. Og et anti-svimmelheds medikament ved navn Vertazin.

Friday 16 September 2011

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15.09.11

Biting beard hairs again – why did I get scissors? Dad calls laughing, he loves “Penguins / Pingviner”. It's election day – noisy.

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Exercising my right I vote and is offered a ripe pear and a smile. Never saw so many many people on the streets. A bright autumn day.

Thursday 15 September 2011

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Det har intet at gøre med sukker. Det er et hul i verden, et hul der glider ind og ud af fokus. Og nogle ord, der rummer flere søm og torne end de rummer løfter. Den næsten fulde måne er for skarp.

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It has nothing to do with sugar. It's a hole in the World, a hole that glides in and out of focus. And words holding more nails and thorns than promises. The near full moon is too bright.

3ournals

3ournal is genre or type of fragment invented by Liam Wilkinson. You can read about it here It consists of 3 non-related "happenings" in a day - or part of the day - and is limited to max. 140 characters (Twitter-limit).You can write more than one a day and include "internal" happenings.


I should note that my datings are in Danish sequence: dd/mm/yy
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31.08.11

Still not enough sleep at night. ”Night”mares in the daytime nap. Switching on the radio and turning it off again – endlessly.

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Utterly dazed by lack of sleep – again. Counting movements that are repetitive. Fail to catch the name of a band on the radio.

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At last, a day without rain. For the 100th time I conclude: instant espresso sucks. Do economists actually DO anything in the 3D world?

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01.09.11


The light has changed. I zap through endlessly repeated election speaches. Note: get small change for the laundromat.

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Trying to do what I planned, but a migraine sets in. A house pops up beneath a crow or ... Cross spiders are really big now.

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A wish for numbness. At the super an awful smell of something really synthetic. More notes for a post-migraine state.


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02.09.11

A night of chemical sleep, but sleep it was. In town I buy sandalwood incense and herbal teas. The usual schizo sings about the “Worldman”.

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“Heaven knows I'm miserable now”. A young girl in next to nothing and a cell phone. Lotuses in the neighbour's fish pond.l

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Overly joyous, giddy rather, as in spring. I answer the phone: Danish Giraffe Import. A wedding invite I'm rather doubtful about.

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03.09.11

Decent tobacco at last. I giggle over a rerun of 'Allo 'Allo. Remember I forgot to eat yesterday evening - a step forward.

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Interview by an Indian e-zine, my shoulders hurt like hell. The nation goes insane in this election campaign. I feel like a rerun.


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Not the least self-absorbed: will this rash grow into a rhino? A late wasp dies in the windowsill. Some Finnish song on the radio.

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04.09.11

Waking from a chess dream before the check-mate. I postpone the rinsing of pens and brushes. The Northern darkness already lurking.


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#3ournal Bhajans, I don't understand a word, but my atoms do. This is a “finding-dead-insects” day. A man with a dog too jumpy to piss.


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05.09.11
Learning my grandkids are unhappy I face a day of weariness. Will this rain ever … My forefinger turns white and cold again.

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Raynaud syndrome; at least I got something. A white orchid suddenly drops 4 flowers. Amused by the image of sending penguins to USA.

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06.09.11

Round and round the laundry goes. It's a guy's thing not to fold the sheets. I talk to stangers as if they were friends. #3ournal


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Blue suede shoes at half price – I'll look like a bum, but eh? A patient on leave talks to a lamp post. I watch ”Bleach” 255 -260.


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According to the news the world repeats itself every 30 minutes. Two effervescent tablets in water – sscchh! Anything goes.

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07.09.11

Thinking of water again, how it never stays in one place or in one form. A package of ayurvedic meds. lovesliescrushing's wall of noise.

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Staring at the sky again – it simply must become penetrable eventually. The abuse of Pärt's Alina. Starting a boot-time virus scan.

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12.09.11

Running low on stepping stones. Can the void be in more than one place or in any at all? What's left of Katia makes the trees move.

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13.09.11

Working on an excuse to drop a wedding I don't understand. Neighbour's cat waiting on my doorstep. Birdfeeder overgrown.

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14.09.11

My eyes are too small for this light. Neighbor's cat tries to get in, but he'll piss all over I fear. In a daze from painkillers.   


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