Saturday 28 December 2013

Noah's 204th egg / Noahs 204de æg

close
to a hole
in the world

                             for whatever reason

I eat

                            (and I don't really care)

”English”
wine gums

                             a blackbird sings
                             on a December
                             morning






tæt på
et hul
i verden

                           af en eller anden grund

spiser jeg

                          (og egentlig er jeg ligeglad)

“engelske”
vingummier

                          synger en solsort
                          en decembermorgen

Wednesday 25 December 2013

Noah's 203rd egg / Noahs 203de æg

growing
pains

                      Emmanuel

the sky
becomes
red

                     hugging his favourite doll

before
nightfall

                     he talks to his demons





vokseværk

                     Emmanuel

himlen
bliver
rød

                     med sin yndlingsdukke
                     i favnen

før
natten

                     taler han til sine
                     dæmoner

Monday 23 December 2013

Noah's 202nd egg / Noahs 202det æg

midwinter

                        an educated guess

now's
the time
to begin
thinking
about

                       swan's
                       shadows

sowing
swallow-seeds

                       are
                       elephants





midvinter

                    et kvalificeret gæt

nu er det
tid
til at begynde
at tænke

                   svaners
                   skygger

at så
svalefrø

                   er
                   elefanter


Thursday 19 December 2013

Noah's 201st dark egg / Noahs 201ste mørke æg

longest
night

                        adding darkness
                        to the salad

this one
I know

                        before this door

about to
set sails
for heaven

                        we're powerless too




længste
nat

                       putter mørke
                       i salaten

een
jeg kender

                       foran denne dør

er ved at sætte
kurs mod
himlen

                      er vi også
                      magtesløse

Tuesday 17 December 2013

Noah's 200th jubilee egg / Noahs 200nde jubilæumsæg

granddad's
birthday

                         we abolished
                         the nobility

the incense
I light

                         instead we got
                         a political class

is mostly
Dominican
tobacco

                         living in a bubble







farfars
fødselsdag

                         vi afskaffede
                         adelen

røgelsen
jeg tænder

                         i stedet fik vi
                         en politisk klasse

er mest
dominikansk
tobak

                         der bor i en boble

Monday 16 December 2013

Noah's 199th egg / Noahs 199nde æg

December

                         in my cells

I emphasize
day in Monday

                         a projection
                         of the universe

to convince
myself

                         and a flute





december

                         i mine celler

jeg understreger
dag i mandag

                        en projektion
                        af universet

for at
overbevise
mig selv

                         og en fløjte

Wednesday 11 December 2013

Noah's 198th egg / Noah's 198nde æg

it's a joke

                       this misfying mist

this
December
light

                       I'm not sure it's not

I'm almost certain
the photons
are SAD

                       eternal







det' en joke

                         denne mystificerende dis

det her
december
lys

                         jeg er ikke sikker på
                         den ikke er

jeg er næsten
sikker på
at fotonerne
had SAD

                         evig

Monday 9 December 2013

Noah's 197th egg / Noahs 197nde æg

”I know
of a lark's nest”

                                       it's the small steps

the song in my head
before I wake up

                                       grind the coffee
                                       before pouring on
                                       water

in a lark-less
winter

                                       3900 lightyears
                                       from Canis Majoris




listen to ”jeg ved en lærkerede” (”I know of a lark's nest”) here




”jeg ved
en lærkerede”

                                det' de små skridt

sangen i mit hoved
før jeg vågner

                                mal kaffen
                                før du hælder
                                vand på

i en lærkeløs
vinter

                               3900 lysår
                               fra Canis Mojoris

Sunday 8 December 2013

Noah's 196th egg / Noahs 196nde æg

phantosmia

                        in the land of my birth

I smell
coffee
and cloves

                       I cram a sky-full of stars

by
the fallen
tree

                       into a looking glass



Phantosmia: smell hallucinations






phantosmia

                       i mit fødeland

jeg kan
lugte kaffe
og nelliker

                      propper jeg
                      en himmelfuld stjerner

ved
det faldne
træ

                      ind i et spejl





Phantosmia: duft- hallucinationer

Thursday 5 December 2013

Noah's 195th egg / Noahs 195nde æg

”I'm not
 biting!”

                      still delicious
                      (if you like that stuff)

Bodil
(the name
of the storm)
howls

                     the marzipan hearts

and tries
to start
an argument

                     from last Christmas







“jeg bider
 ikke på!”

                     stadigt lækre
                     (hvis man kan lide
                      den slags)

Bodil
(stormens navn)
hyler

                       marcipanhjerterne

og forsøger
at starte
et skænderi

                       fra sidste jul

Wednesday 4 December 2013

Noah's 194th egg / Noahs 194nde æg

gurgling
kitchen
sink

                         sore throat

now the media

                         in a fever dream
                         I'm puzzled

want
named
storms

                       by the door
                       in a black
                       hole





klukkende
køkken
vask

                         ondt i halsen

nu vil medierne

                         i en feberdrøm
                         undres jeg

ha' storme
med navne

                        over døren
                        i et sort
                        hul

Noah's 193rd egg / Noahs 193nde æg

in a day
of dusk

                       the half-life
                       of facts?!

I manage
to catch up

                        in the future
                        we might talk about

with my
echo

                        the Big Bang




på en dag
af tusmørke


                        fakta har
                        en halveringstid?!


når jeg at
komme i trit

                       i fremtiden taler vi
                       måske om

med mit
ekko

                      Big Bang