Friday 25 February 2011

STEPPE FIRE

onde cirkler
venskabelige firkanter som lukker mig inde i symmetri
og systemet tiltaler mig kontrol gør det mindre vanskeligt tillader tankeløshed fordi
jeg følger linjen med lukkede øjne mine hænder bliver mindre søgende
og vaklen bliver til march bare tæer på udspændt line
røde striber over huden muskler ryster af anstrengelse og jeg kun fokuserer på ét punkt som opretholder bevægelse men samtidigt sætter mig i komplet stilstand
mine tanker findes ikke
ikke mangfoldige og svævende men
stadige som en tyk masse der tynger mit hovede
jeg efterlyser en steppebrand Steppebrand som først forgifter
men senere renser luften

Sunday 20 February 2011

ROSE FROM SPACE








looking
wanting to see you most clearly
a rose from space is what you are
not necessarily perfect
but radioactive
enough to make
me think
to make my hands shake
loosing control
without even having
the slightest
chance

you make my mind still
for moments
longer than years


Photo by Robert Mapplethorpe. Been addicted to his work since reading "Just Kids" by Patti Smith. Yes, that was a recommandation. xx
A.

Saturday 19 February 2011

ACCUMULATION



Jeg tror ikke vi
Forstår omfanget af
Slugt lys som
Ophobes i
Lungerne

Sidder fast
Påvirker reflekser
Mens jeg drukner
I mit eget
Hav

Af kolde stråler
Og virkeligheden
Ser til som solen
Der skinner gennem
Vandoverfladen

Alt bliver sløret
Alt falder hen
Sukker og blinker
Så her bliver mørkt
Igen

Sunday 13 February 2011

PETALS





















You've dropped the
Tulip on the floor
The head
Bleeding with petals

Wondering how to
Make a replacement
You sit down
Closing the eyes

You are the
Morning wanderer
Fleeing from the sun
You will only run

Into soft darkness

Saturday 12 February 2011

CUT CUT CUT


Neither one
Was clear

Make a cut
Every friday

Cut cut cut

Making it sound
Like a game

Cut cut
It out

Waste it
Drop it

Make it match
The broken floor

Fragments

Blow them away

With
Cold air

Saturday 5 February 2011

MARBLE




Jump
from
the

Staircase
Of marble

And
I
will
scream

Untill
the
moon

Turns
black

Tomorrow








I just found this photo from last summer in Provence. It was taken in the the smallest hill top-village, and I remember it was like stepping back in time.

Yesterday I watched Black Swan holding Claudia's hand - yes I'm easily scared! The film was dominated by the colours black and white, in a very beautiful, clear way. It kind of reminded me of my own room, just without a crazy ballerina (; xx A

Thursday 3 February 2011

ALUMINIUM


Underlig bleg sol
Lyser havet op og
Får hver en dråbe
Til at skinne
Som aluminium

Det lette metal
Svæver og skaber
Mønstre på himmelen
Vikler sig om
Enhver vandmolekyle

I luften
Dråberne falder og
Knuses mod fornuften

I'm not usually lazy, but today I would like somebody to put time on standby, so I could just stand. Just looking at the pale sky and inhale enough oxygen. Haven't got much lately, it feels like. /A