Noah's 39th egg / Noahs 39te æg

”I am

the father

                              cough

                              medicine

of four

glass eyes

                             the day

                             before

                             tomorrow

so pay

what you

owe”

                            rains

                            away

”jeg er

far

                          hostesaft

til fire

glasøjne

                         dagen før

                         i morgen

så betal

hvad du

skylder”

                         regner

                         væk

Noah's 38th sandy egg / Noahs 38te sandede æg

I bow

to the

sands

                             verte

                             brae

re

membering
every
one's

                             and

                             chair

pen

ulti

mate

foot

steps

                            I

                           sit

                           up

                          right

jeg bøjer

mig for

sandet

                        ryg

                        rad

der

gen

kalder sig

alles

                      og

                      stol

næst

sidste

fod

spor

                    jeg

                    sid

                    der

                    op

                    rejst

Noah's 37th egg (lazy flu stricken version)

Noah's 36th jingle egg (lazy version)

an experiment in between eggs / et eksperiment ind imellem æg

Noah's 35th egg - Mothra Niht

o.k.

I'll say it

then

 

                                     mothers night

time itself

                                    I'm glad the kids

                                    won't get guns

doesn't make

a sound

                                   for Christmas

o.k.

så siger jeg

det

                                   moders nat

tiden selv

                                  jeg er glad for at børnene

                                  ikke får våben

laver ingen

lyde

                                  til jul

Noah's 34th egg 1 minute more

the hinge

between

                        1 minute

                        the day

                        has grown

here

and

now

                        my grandson

                        pushes a train

needs

oil

                        backwards

hængslet

mellem

                       1 minut

                       er dagen

                       tiltaget

her

og

nu

                       min dattersøn

                       skubber et tog

trænger

til olie

                      baglæns

Noah's 33rd egg - a rose and Kali

safe indoors

                               my Kali temple

a rose

                               just behind

                               the right eye

a rose

                               filled with

                               snakes

i sikkerhed

indenfor

                                mit Kalitempel

en rose

                                lige bag

                                højre øje

en rose

                               fyldt med

                               slanger

Noah's 32.1st post Armageddon egg

22:18:13 December 21st 2012

(local time)

                                        under

                                        a parasol

Mozart's 21st

piano concerto

                                       the homeless

                                       lights one fag

as clear

as ever

                                      with

                                      another

22:18:13 21. december 2012

(lokal tid)

                                      under

                                      en parasol

Mozarts 21nde

klaverkoncert

                                     tænder den

                                     hjemløse

                                     en smøg

så klar

som altid

                                     med

                                     en anden

Noah's 32nd egg at 12.11

at 12.11

                      time pocket

days

couldn't

become

                      a dinosaur

                      hiding

any

shorter

                      under

                      the sofa

kl. 12.11

                      tidslomme

dagene

kunne

ikke

blive

                      en dinosaur

                      gemmer sig

kortere

                      under

                      sofaen

Noah's 31st egg (bilingual)

every

little

counts -

                               whithered

a few

decorated

                              I thread

                              pearls

photons

too

                             of the

                             longest

                             night

selv det

mindste

tæller -

                             visnet

selv

enkelte

                             tråder jeg

                             perler

pyntede

fotoner

                            af den

                            længste

                            nat

Noah's 30th egg (in two tongues)

the

moon

                            in a moment

                            of glory

where

the moon

                           I become the sound

was

 

                          of straw

månen

                         i et øjebliks

                         herlighed

hvor

månen

                        bliver jeg til lyden

var

                        af strå

Noah's 29th egg Malevich style

goutweed

and

vine

                           the bell calls:

(and some

algae)

                           free yourselves

                           from

in

the

fog

                          the tyranny

                          of objects!*

--*--

skvalderkål

og

vin

                            klokken kalder:

(og nogle

alger)

                           befri jer selv

                           fra

i

tågen

                           objekternes

                           tyranni*

*"I'm glad I'm not like you.
I can go further and further into the wilderness;
because it's only there that transformation can take place.
My Black Square is a bare and frameless icon for our times.
Arise Comrades, and free yourselves from the tyranny of objects."
- Kazimir Malevich around 1915

Noah's 28th bilingual egg (and slightly ydrk)

sneezing

                                 it's the same old

tiny jelly-fish

                                 the naked

                                 emperors

in perfects arches

                                  hollow

                                  as well 

nyser

                                         det' ved det gamle

små vandmænd

                                         de nøgne

                                         kejsere

i fuldendte buer

                                         også

                                         hule

Noah's 27th tricoloured egg (philosphical ed.)

wet

branches

                             hollow
                             graphically

fog

fish

                             part

                             aking

                             in the

                             uni

                             verse

spawn

there

                            though

                            sneezing

(language and eggs change places)

Noah's 26th egg of disbelief

what made

everything

white

                             on top

                             of which

                             ladder?

now

drip-drops

                            the what

                            of Creation?

away

                           armed man?

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Noah's 25th egg (a brain, really)

no left

no right

                                 yes

                                 the birds

                                 must eat

                                 too

just one

                                I buy

                                greasy balls

temporary

brain

tool

                               and the snow

                               melts

Noah's 24th egg with a cold

from

bed

to

sofa

                    snow

                    every

                    where

and

back

                   an

                   other

                   desert

a trail

of tissues

                  flower

                  less

Noah's 23rd egg (slightly deaf)

snow

                                way

                                below

                                   0

as simple as

                                the

                                eustachian tube

                                (left side)

that

                                blocked

Noah's 22nd egg

a

white

                     if I pull

                     my breaths

world

                    from

                    the mud

                    beneath me

it's

o.k.

                   will the paper bell

                           sound?

Noah's 21st kissing and killing egg

while I

am me

                          mistletoe

I might

as well

                          kiss

lie in

a bed

 

                         and

                         kill

Balder, Baldur, Baldr (the shining one, the brave of the gods, the god of justice): Norse god killed by arrows made from the mistletoe. The plant was forgotten when his mother made all things promise not to harm him thus ensuring his immortality.

Noah's 20th egg

woken

by

a

girl

                             it's just the heat

patting

my

                            from the radiator

bald

spot

                           that makes the flame

                                      dance

Noah's 19th egg - graphic version

Noah's 18th egg - water in two states

for

a minute

(or less)

                             covering

                             my

                             ears

this one

snowflake

                            is that

                            the ocean

is

                           in

                           me?

Noah's 17th egg in a slingshot (communion w space again ...)

grace?

                          pills in

                          the slingshot

the

sun

                             I

                         target

looks

new

                         howling

                         black

                         stars

Noah's 16th egg in space (illustrated)

thin

light

                          sleep

wet

                         between

                         Venus and Mars

wood

                         oh, to

Noah's 15th egg - colours and moths?

all

that

whiteness

                                this

                                suit

                                too

(almost blue)

                               a breeding ground

moon

snow

                                for moths

Noah's 14th egg

almost

like

                     oiling the chain

nothing

                     that keeps me

but snow

                     in

                     flesh

Noah's 13th egg

saw

dust

                         my

                         borrowed

                         bones -

bricks

                        only in them

dust

saw

                        the last

                        sound

                        will roll

Noah's 12th egg

SAD

sad

                         swallowing

                         everything

clearly

                         sky tree nail deficit key

a

diphpherence

                        and

                        the hope chaff

Noah's 11th egg

it's not

about

                         exactly what

deserving it

                        does lacewings

knees

just

itch

                        do?

Noah's 10th egg (hatched a rose)

now:

                             a

                             yellow

                             rose

household

                             smack!

vampires

                             in the face of

                             November

Noah's 9th egg - leopard and fish and kaboom

12/21 2012*

kaboom

                                   my imaginary fish

                                              Fred

(or swoosh)

                                  says: How I miss

Tezcatlipoca**

changes

his spots

                                   the rain

*The end of the world acc. to misinterpretation of the Mayan calendar

'*Tezcatlipoca - Aztec leopard god of darkness

Noah's 8th egg - a soft tower

with a

borrowed

                           the laundry

tongue

                           piles up

I lick

a

win

dow

                          to a soft

                          tower

Noah's seventh egg

it's not

the last train

                                 an x-ray pic

                                 of my neck

and yet

                                 the OM pendant

the landscape

is gone

 

                                doesn't have

                                     bones