Tuesday 30 October 2018

34-18


as an untimely joke the roofs are sprinkled with snow this morning
as I come out of a dream about cities’ skeletons of song and nails

in
all
directions

                  six decades on

autumn

                  the answer
                        still
                  is silence

.


som en utidig vittighed er tagene drysset over med sne denne morgen,
mens jeg kommer ud af en drøm om byers skeletter af sang og negle


i
alle
retninger

                  seks årtier henne

efterår

                  er svaret
                      stadig
                  stilhed

Wednesday 24 October 2018

33-18


it’s when yo begin to yell at things – spoons, shoes, umbrellas – falling, lying in the way …

in the
dream
too

                    that’s
                    the sad part

everything
’s
                     you choose
                     your own

an
altar

                     echo chamber

.


det’ når du begynder at råbe ad ting – skeer, sko, paraplyer – der falder, ligger i vejen …

også
i drømmen

                    det’ den
                    triste del

er
alt

                   du vælger
                   dit eget

et alter

                   ekkokammer

Tuesday 9 October 2018

32-18


it
didn’t

                  puddles,
                 crows’ eyes
                 and accumulated data

take
you
away

                what
                we’re
                given

the autumn
wind

                as mirrors


.

den
tog

               pytter,
              kragers øjne
              og akkumuleret data

dig
ikke
med
sig

             dét
             vi
             er givet

efterårsvinden

            at spejle
            os i