377

'You have made us

a little lower

than the angels'

                                 a year ends

I fall over

                                 a calculator says

                                 one second

my own feet

                                 later than planned

'Du gjorde os

kun lidet ringere

end englene'

                                et år slutter

jeg falder over

                                en regnemaskine

                                siger et sekund

mine egne fødder

                                senere end planlagt

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bedding down

on his cardboard bed

                                      in a dream

the homeless

                                      Mary lets

                                      my atheist dad

                                      look after Jesus

in the ghost mart

                                      while she's at work

går til køjs

på sin papseng

                                       i en drøm

den hjemløse

                                       lader Maria

                                       min ateistiske far

                                       passe Jesus

i spøgelsescentret

                                       mens hun er på arbejde

a poem about the dream here / et digt om drømmen her

375

fog

               the smoker completes

               his work

full

               he seeks his own unity

               in the landscape*

of fog

               and the cherry that rules

               world economy

tåge

               rygeren fuldender

               sit arbejde

fuld

               han søger sin egen enhed

               i landskabet*

af tåge

               og kirsebærret der styrer

               verdensøkonomien

*Andre Breton, author of The Surreal Manifest

*Andre Breton, forfatter til Det Surrealistiske Manifest

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374

neither growing

nor shrinking

                           did we learn from history?

this pause

                           ask the people

in the light

                           of Aleppo

hverken voksende

eller krympende

                            har vi lært af historien?

denne pause

                           spørg menneskene

i lyset

                           i Aleppo

373

some things

are here

before us

                               to be

                               on the safe side

prayer

                               let's only speculate

and mismatched

socks

                               on the thoughts

                               of dead poets

nogle ting

er her

før os

                         for at være

                         på den sikre side

bøn

                         lad os kun spekulere

og uens

sokker

                         på døde digteres

                         tanker

372 - triple / tredobbelt

I

avatar

or not

                         with Fidel's passing

he wears

a thick coat

                         capitalism smells

in winter

                          virgin blood

II

hate

                          at the end of time

that's

                          as we know it

the easiest

part

                          a homeless hour

III

a system

on the blink

                           is it still burning

now you're

only

human

                          North

if you

have money

                          Star?

::--::

I

avatar

eller ej

                           med Fidels død

han bærer

en tyk frakke

                           lugter kapitalismen

om vinteren

                           jomfrueligt blod

II

had

                          for enden af tiden

det er

                          som vi kender den

den nemme

del

                          en hjemløs time

III

et system

på sammenbruddets

rand

                           brænder den stadig

nu er du

kun

en borger

                             Nord

hvis du

har penge

                             stjernen?

371

frying pork

                         American

                         sitcoms

winter gets

                         will a wall

a little

closer

                        keep them out?

steger flæsk -

                           amerikanske

                           sitcoms

vinteren

kommer

                           vil en mur

en smule

tættere på

                           holde dem ude?

370

the fly

on the ceiling

                              ”Unknown.

                              Try again”

is that's what

animal magnetism

                               I try to whistle

                               what I think

                               I remember

                               of Mozart? Bach?

                               Vivaldi?

is about?

                                to a

                                music-recognition app

fluen

på loftet

                                 ”Ukendt.

                                   Prøv igen”

er det dét

dyrisk tiltrækningskraft

                                   jeg prøver at fløjte

                                   dét jeg tror

                                   jeg husker

                                   af Mozart? Bach?

                                   Vivaldi?

handler

om?

                                   til en

                                   musikgenkendelses-app

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369

what's there

to say

                      as the pills

                      wear off

you come

                      mother's

                      visitors

you leave

                      fade away

hvad kan

man sige

                     som pillerne

                     aftager

du kommer

                     falmer

du går

                     mors gæster

368

in a silent

village

                        for a while

a cd

throws

a rainbow

                        a vein bulges

up a wall

                        a vein relaxes

i en stille

landsby

                         for et øjeblik

kaster

en cd

en regnbue

                         en åre svulmer

op på væggen

                          en åre slapper af

367

for

as

long

as

it

takes

                not a word

r

a

i

n

                 about or to

                 November's

                 darkness

r

a

i

n

                 it might just keep

                 hanging around

for

så

længe

det'

nødvendigt

                   ikke et ord

r

e

g

n

                   om eller til

                   novembers mørke

r

e

g

n

                  vi ku' risikere

                  det blev hængende

366

theorising

abt what

writing is

                        if it's any

                        comfort

in writing

                        the word

and the emptiness

grows

                        was is and will be

at teoretisere

om hvad

at skrive er

                         hvis det

                         er en trøst

i skrift

                         ordet

og tomheden

vokser

                         var er og vil forblive

365

mucus glands

are alright

                          most of the day

I think

                          which isn't long

                          in November

when they don't

act up

                           wind

                           from the North

slimhinder

er gode nok

                           det meste af dagen

mener jeg

                           som ikke er lang

                           i november

når de ikke

skaber sig

                           vind

                           fra nord

364

constantly

out of sync

                       an endless

                       universe

an hour

pushed back

                        and apparently

                        an endless need

to when

I sleep

                        for new

                        Wallanders

altid

ude af sync

                        et uendeligt

                        univers

en time

skubbet tilbage

                         og et tilsyneladende

                         endeløst behov

til når

jeg sover

                          for nye

                          Wallandere

363

Western

wind

                 as light retreats

                 from the evening land

                 (and the evening land's evening land)

nothing

symmetrical

                  darkness and dogs

about it

                   surface

vestenvinden

                       som lyset forsvinder

                       fra aftenlandet

                       (og aftenlandets aftenland)

intet

symmetrisk

                       kommer mørke og hunde

ved dén

                        frem

362

autumn

                       while time

                       gnaws away

                       bones and thoughts

at least

sleep

                       red

comes

in colours

                       apples

efterår

                        mens tiden

                        gnaver ben

                        og tanker væk

i det mindste

kommer søvnen

                         røde

i farver

                         æbler

361

for

the time

being

                   Aleppo

                   if u could

                   only say

the wind

                   what happens

                   on tv

seems

endless

                    stays

                    on tv

for

tiden

                   Aleppo

                   hvis man bare

                   ku' sige

synes

vinden

                    det, er sker

                    i fjernsynet

endeløs

                    forbliver

                    i fjernsynet

360

mid

October

                     down

                     to a whisper

and I'm

back

                     the wind rests

on the dark side

of the sun

                     on a Sunday

midt

oktober

                     dæmpet

                     til en hvisken

og jeg er

tilbage

                     hviler vinden

på den mørke

side af solen

                      på en søndag

359

home

again

                  in the field

                  of crows

the rain

is

                  night is born

where

I left it

                  in the deepest

                  furrow

hjemme

igen

                  på kragemarken

regnen

er

                  fødes natten

hvor jeg

efterlod den

                  i den dybeste

                  plovfure

358

coming

home

                       Be still and ...

I make

a turn

                       it rains

before the road

does

                        from the cloud

                        of unknowing

hjemkomst

                         Vær stille og ...

jeg drejer

                         det regner

før vejen

gør det

                        fra uvidenhedens

                        sky

357

a dark

foreboding

comes true

                       returning from

                       the laundromat

the first day

                        just to discover

of socks

                        the world

                        is still dysfunctional

en mørk

forudanelse

bli'r virk'lig

                        kommer hjem

                        fra vaskeriet

den første dag

                        blot for at opdage

med sokker

                        at verden stadig

                        er dysfunktionel

356

oh

there

it

is

                   as the trees

                   fall asleep

the

rain

                   the church

and

the sound

of it

                    becomes

                    visible

åh

der

er

den

                    mens træerne

                    falder i søvn

regnen

                    bliver kirken

og

lyden

af den

                    synlig