31st stone - nameless

aching tooth
    taking over
the blue of the sky

    on tv a close-up
              of
where the thigh meets the hip

        i'm surely a part
            of things
                falling apart

    some places
        are as nameless
        as me
   

30th stone - a blop

facing east
i
stirr

the porridge
                            a blop
                            in the
                            universe
    now
    and
    again        a gull

                    the color of flesh

        surf the high winds


            and absence

29 messy things

for a while
pristine
snow

            dreamless
                this age
            of me's

then
I
walk
                hands
            touching hands

    along a latitude

                    in silence

28th stone - also woven

unshaved
i walk past
houses

    just a whisper

        unseen

           
            about
            nothing
            secret

    here

i am

    here

tootoo

27th stone - double haiku/woven

the clings
i listen to
   
            from metals            colliding

    formatting c:\>

        round my
    hippocampus

            the muscles round my scull
keeps me awake

   
    tightens

26th stone crow (parallels)

what is hardly
    snow

            the green moss
        of winter

ahead of
    my hesitation

                on my stairs & stars -

    I dream of
curves of a thigh

       
            I'm out of orbit
           

25th - newborn stone

little by little

    her face

    will unfold -

I house stars
fading
faster

24th weave of stone

in her eyes
    everything

    is
    new

        a luring pain that takes

        at least
            that much grace

    half the room

        is left in the

            and the bright
            part of the

    worldworld

23rd stone - birth?

        a pearl
        approaching
   
            the perfect


my daughter's womb
lets go

    of yet a

        miracle

22nd stone - summoning bell(?) (a rant)

the terror
of
a bell

listen, why won't you listen

rips me out
of my sleep

how much love can you reject

and into a fall
reversed ants!

but a fall
nonetheless

---

I could dream of an orange
hanging just where the tree stops
but sleet gets in my eyes -

a persistant bell convinces me
we have grown deaf to god

21st stone

        just a few
            shifts in the wind

in
    the web of Maya

    those who chose         to tell

            someone is chanting

        only what they saw

           was lost to reading the


        an
    inventory

    inventory

20th stone - parallel

more or less
how i found        it

a repeated word 

the purple sky

slowly becoming

empty

empty

19th stone

halfways

neither in the stream
nor out -

the place
I take with me

have birds

18th stone (H)

as the light
pauses

    I scrape off
        finger grease

from the H
   

    this
    might be
    a rehearsal

17 - a couple o'stones

solar
driven
butterfly -
   
    beneath this sky

    no fun

        for colorful
        plastics

***

    two or three
    sparrows -
   
        on a train ride
        I discover

god
ran out of            face models

16. stone - slate gray

on its own

a plate
in the sink 

holds
a chunk of daylight

then …

nothing

over
& etc

15. stone (3 pcs.)

night & day
and slippery
corneas

being an echo

I put on
blue shoes

***

I shared
a room

with
m o o n b e a m s

now all boils down to

sore tendons

***

as foreseen
the promise
of sunshine

goes unfulfilled

two or three
beard hairs

on me shirt

14. stone(s)

I saw the web
of repetions

and oiled

one

finger

my place narrowed into
        a reflection on water

*

            nothing
            to
                speak of

   
    these turnings
    of mind


    I give up counting
        the leaves on the ivy

13. stone

where fish go
when
no longer mermaids

    in a bleak moment
    I retrace

    darkness

---

an abundance
of
photons
    in the room

   
        today
        I change
            chairs

12. stone

in and out the window a restless cat or two

*

indecisive sky

I return
to what

    I am
        not

11. stone

really
nothing

in

my shadows

but

the birch tree
  shines

        in D major

*

the blue of the sky trembles like a wing

then

I regress

to my human form

10. stone

within
the swirling
sandalwood smoke

someone plays a flute

            outside
            it is winter
            s t i l l

***

sorryness
is not
a word

I put on
wet
clothes
   
    and stay silent

9. stone

first
snowflakes

like me
made to last

till
they're

gone

8th stone

sun
day
haze

i exi(s)t
without

gr
av
it
       y

7. stone flowing

Thought it would be a day of rain. I watch a Chinese movie not glorifying anything. As the global village turns into a city movies begin to look more alike. Even the music sounds “international”. Two of the cats from down stairs examines the new litter box. I bought it for the days when they're locked out from their usual home, Sometimes they won't come in before the folks go to work and they seek refuge here on cold and rainy days and now it's winter I can't have the door open all day. If they should spend a day or a half here, they'll have a place to piss. I remember it's Saturday. Once that meant something. It haven't snowed yet. Could I morph into a cloud?

6. stone

swirling
the eye of the spin dryer
and space in general

5th heap of stones

luke warm coffee -
a grumpy gnome tightens
my neck muscles

*

patiently waiting by my feet a laundry back

*

a day of painkillers I try to stack the round ones

*

effervescent tablets in the coffee milk in the water I start over

*

holes in my pants -
the storm's kid brother cries
all over my firewoood

*

Tycho Brahe's Day I ask the laundry back to stay put*

*

Chaplin as a Paganini-guy one two three fall-downs

*

carpet of time my clock insists on walking in unmatched shoes

*

headache ”the here-and-now thing is bs” I think and feel slug-like

*

Love Cats on the radio I used bleached cigaret paper then

*

the codein talks I have a best friend in the heating pad

*

tracking the tracks of sleep to where it's hiding dried up wells

*

back from the sea
the sirens turned out to be made
by Martel

*

no pointy shoes I give up becoming a rock-star

*

neroli I smell and listen**

*

why bother? there's a remix of nights in white satin







--

* A Tycho Brahe's Day is an unlucky day.

** neroli: orange blossom scent oil & a composition by brian eno

These were translated and put on my bilingual blog "2 tongues / 2 tunger" 

4. stone collection

the storm and I friends not friends friends

here and there reminders of things to be done

sunshine and cobwebs pop out from nowhere

An insomiac gets up early / en søvnløs står tidligt op - bilingual fragments

...

i did walk on water then, when I was a waterstrider. now I'm mostly a man with sore feet.


jeg gik faktisk på vandet dengang, da jeg var en vandløber. nu er jeg mestendels et menneske med ømme fødder.



the knower, the known and the process of knowing. when they come to one they're unknown while nothing but knowledge – who would have known?



den erkendende, det erkendte og erkendelsesprocessen. når de bliver eet er de u-erkendte selvom de ikke er andet end viden – hvem kunne vide det?



between the big sleep and the great insomnia i swim for the island of decent naps.



mellem den store søvn og den umådelige søvnløshed svømmer jeg mod øen med de gode middagslure.

the storm makes the satellite dish sway and the kitchy movie from -43 makes arty jumps. i have no doubt the Germans are the bad guys. their weird th-sounds give them away.

stormen får parabolen til at svinge og den kitchede film fra -43 laver kunst-agtige hop. jeg er ikke i tvivl om, at tyskerne er ”the bad guys”. deres underlige th-lyde afslører dem.

(still not victors all the Victors of the world grumble.)

insomnia is enough to make you sleepless. so is the rising prices on coffee. it might get too expensive to stay awake.

insomni er nok til at gøre én søvnløs. det samme er de de stigende priser på kaffe. det kan blive for dyrt at holde sig vågen.

3rd & 3rd stone (from the sun)

moving through
                fast
                air

i say
nothing


    and bow to swallows

***


laundromat

everyone
and I

blue faced

2. stone

scratching

my bum

___

I lack

resolve

1. stone

grey

&

wet

what's

the difference