THAT TINY FLING OF MAGIC

Death is laying in my stomach
Burning like a lump
Of desire burn burn
Inside the walls of my soul
Or the circle of my flesh
I want to run, scream, move
My feet from silky floors
Too much, too many
Splinters in my damaged mind
Blow the wind around my
Ankles, my body
Tied in the gauze of darkness
That tiny fling of magic

The last poem of 2010. I'm so grateful for this year and very hopeful thinking of the next. HAPPY NEW YEARS! /Amanda

THE CHAMPAGNE GIRL

So, I finally got plans for new years fixed. Not that easy, really. Christmas has been very homey, cosy and sober. Though it's not the same as being a child, Christmas eve was kind of magical in it's own silent way, with the snow and relations, witch value I had almost forgotten.
Sometimes I wish I could go back and experience things as they were for 10 years ago - when it comes down to it, Peter Pan and Pippi Lonstocking was right all the time. 'Cause all I do know is trying to retrieve and even create the magic from the world of my six-year-old self.

This year is, in my head, cut in two halves. The one half I remember is from summer to now. Autumn and winter has been amazing, and I can't really understand how fast the months just ran by. It has all been so fast-going that I haven't had the time to be confused, even when I was.

Over here you see Champagnepigen (The Champagne Girl) by the artist Wilhelm Freddie. She's hanging on my wall in all her perfection, but I will never see her face. She's gone into magic, her eyes lost in the sharp light of the stars. I will dream with her.
/Amanda

CUT IT OFF

I had sort of forgot how much I like to dance to Blondie. That's how it is when your hard disk goes down a couple of times and iTunes disappears. Sad memories..
But I heard The Raveonettes and then thought about Blondie with Debbie and all that eye shadow. Kind of amazing how systematic she must have been about her make-up while only living on booze and flashing lights. I wish to go back and have a dance with her at Studio 54. Maybe she would let me use her lipstick.
Now I just want to cut my hair into a really blond bob. xx Amanda.

FLOAT / SINK

Din hud var
Besat med perler
Under vand
Svæver bobler
Ilt farer fra
Dine lunger

Alt blev blåt
Og lyset mat
Lyden bevæger sig
Med lav hastighed
Tiden faldt
Som fjer

Tomhed
Intet rum
Objekter falder
Uden luftmodstand

Frit fald


Ingen fart

Artwork Notion Motion by Olafur Eliasson. The exhibition on Arken is fantastic. xx Amanda.

LET'S GO TO THE NUNNERY

Party nun shot by Chi Chi Menendez. Beautiful. And hot.
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ANARCHY

Anarchy
Makes us happy
In this awfully
Numbered world
I'm ready to
Break the walls
Of safety

An occult knowing
Of what you
Think of
Makes me do
What you want

I would break
That gilded
Hourglass


Photo: Platform

SHE WANTED A HIT

A little inspiration straight from the 60's. I'm a long time fan of the girls, the artists, and musicians - even made a school project about The Beatles once. Btw, if you like this age too, you should definitely watch An Education. The good reviews are holding
water. xx Amanda.

THIN FABRIC

I trust that
My skin will
Be warm enough
To evaporate the
Water of the
Thin fabric

Fragile dreams
Like damp air
Disappearing out the
Window

Shape your mouth
And send them
Away with a blow
Of sweet breath

They will explode
Like soap bubbles
No escape
No damage control

I was very productive yesterday. Funny enough, I always write a lot when I'm tired. But then again, there's always a reason to be tired. // Amanda

BLACK WIDOW IN A WHITE WOOD

The finished art project from school. I would have preferred it was a little longer, but didn't have the time.. I'm looking forward to the holidays with no homework for a while - next Friday it is!
xx Amanda

HOMEWORK

This song is just like the situation I'm in at the moment. Also lovely video.
xx Amanda

CRIMSON

He would spin gold
On you thoughts
And put you in
Some of those
Slight cages
Of dust and metal
Wire

But you'll be
Caught by the wind
Blowing with it
Till you reach the
Cold fabric above
Smiling while
Damaging it

A million pieces
Of the sky
Small drops of
Water in that
Fall of hair
You shake the
Pearls off

They land on
My arms
Sinking into my
Skin in silence
Look, your blood
Weaved with mine
Crimson

EGYPTIAN LOVE

I'm going for Cleopatra at the next costume party - that's decided by this second!

'Cause Karl says so. xx A

Pictures: Vogue Paris

FOR OFELIA

Jeg kunne starte
Ved dine støvler
Og slutte ved
Dit hår som
Står om hovedet

Stjernekaster

Dine tanker gnistrer
I luften
Mens de bevæger
Sig gennem rummet

Måske er jeg
Den eneste
Der kan se de lyser
Du lyser

FLASHBACK

Electricity dancing on
Fingertips
I just want to tear
Split the muscles in the
Back apart
Slowly making a demand

Those ambiguous words
Making my head
Scream in protest
Nobody, no one knows
Not even the person
With the mask

Play it louder
So that I can only
Feel my own body
Blowing off
No function by
This hour

I'm spinning , spinning
Round, round, round
Can only feel the deep
Pulse of the music
And one scent
Fastened in my brain

A very uneventful Monday with lots of homework. Luckily we got muesli that tastes like apple cake - it keeps my spirits up. This poem was written in a whole other spirit than know. Welcome to flashback-Monday! xx A

Photo: Another Magazine

INTO PLAITS

A very little piece of an art project at school (it's going to be an stop/motion film). It was a idea that came out of nowhere - I'll show you the film when time is.

Sinne is so beautiful - I would plait my hair with hers forever.

Today has been more than just photos - also a nice trip to the city and some great buys!
xx Amanda