Monday 30 July 2018

2018-22


this
mortal
coil

                 in
                 the
                 amygdala

does
it
pass

                 a
                little
                workshop

an
ice
cream
shop?

               restoring
               oak
               trees


.


denne
dødelige
spiral

               i
              amygdala

går
den
forbi

              et
             lille
             værksted

en
isbod?

              der
              restaurerer
              egetræer


Saturday 28 July 2018

2018-21


imagining
a 4 meters long
stingray

                          the same
                          from all sides

in
my 4 x 4 meters
living room

                           the eye

I get a measure
of my heat
delirium

                           in the thimble

.


forestiller mig
en 4 meter lang
pigrokke

                           det samme
                           fra alle sider

i min
4 x 4 meter
stue

                            øjet

og får et mål
for mit
hededelirium

                            i fingerbøllet

Wednesday 25 July 2018

2018-20


through the hole
in my hair

                           Ye shall feed
                             on the sweat

a paper ladder

                             from their brows
                             keeping them awake
                             at night

for homeless
flames

                             said the fly god


.


gennem hullet
i mit hår

                           I skal æde
                             af sveden

en papirstige

                            af deres pander
                            og holde dem vågne
                            om natten

til hjemløse
flammer

                             sagde flueguden

Friday 20 July 2018

2018-19


reawakening

                        perhaps
                        or perhapsn’t

the sound
of rain

                        finger kissing

to fit inside
Corelli’s sonatas

                        her marble
                        portrait



(Arcangelo Corelli wrote his ”Sonate da Chiesa” for,
and while employed by, the Swedish Queen Kristina)


.



genopvækker

                         måske
                         og måsk’ikk’

lyden
af regn

                         fingerkysse

til at passe ind
i Corellis sonater

                         hendes
                         marmorportræt


(Arcangelo Corelli skrev sine ”Sonate da Chiesa” til,
og mens han var ansat hos, den svenske Dronning Kristina)

Tuesday 10 July 2018

2018-18


as I said: most quests for eternal life end with death

not

                      only
                      by stretching

and not
not

                      the romantic
                      illusion

going
any
no
where


                      does a magpie

to escape
the heat

                     ʽsing’


.

som jeg sagde: de fleste forsøg på at finde det evige liv ender med døden

ikke

                     kun ved
                     at strække

og ikke
ikke

                    den romantiske
                    illusion

på vej til
alle
ingen
steder

                     ʽsynger’

i flugt fra
varmen

                     en skade

Sunday 8 July 2018

2018-17


the lake is a pen

                           precalling

for poems
about longing

                          my future
                          imaginary
                          dog

you’re written
for as long

                          and why
                          I made him
                          from twigs

a feather
hovers

                         and string

above
your
blindness

                        I will choose
                                 a a bird of dusk
                        instead
.


søen er en pen

                         forudhusker

til digte
om længsel

                        min fremtidige
                       fantasihund

du skrives
så længe

                       og hvorfor
                       jeg lavede ham
                       af kviste

en fjer
svæver

                       og snor

over
din
blindhed

                      vil jeg vælge
                                en tusmørkefugl
                      i stedet


Friday 6 July 2018

2018-16


planet days
gathered in urns

                            beech trees
                            are straws

to tear
our marrow

                            through which
                            words


from the sky

                            like ‘human’
                            and ‘nail’ fall
                            into the dusk


.


planetdage
samlet i urner

                             bøgetræer
                             er rør

for at rive
vor marv

                            gennem hvilke
                            ord

løs fra himlen

                           som menneske’
                           og søm’ falder
                           ind i tusmørket

Tuesday 3 July 2018

2018-15


melting sky:

                    sometimes grief
                    is just that

the key to
the land

                    a toy bear

of missing
socks

                   full of gardens


.


smeltende himmel:

                              nogle gange
                              er sorg bare dét

nøglen til
de forsvundne

                              en bamse

sokkers
land

                              fuld af haver