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