INFERNO

When I smile too
often
I cant't figure
how the rain
coloured my hair
deeper louder
it will sound
much
more intense
cried out playinsgs
on my cheekbone
collarbone white
blue against bright shades
it's not human
interesting how you smile
in that glimpse of
a second
of time there's a
relative
like everything else
like you said,
I'm nothing but
small pieces in one
falling apart like so many
at the same time
we are pieces of this feeling
this inferno


They call it "fast-writing" - the type of writing where you don't stop, until you don't got any words left at all. Leaves me emotionally stunted in a way. xx

FINE FINE BLUE

Fine fine blue
good purple
leave me in an ocean
of soft absence

Ripples in powder
apertures in the
bridge

I can dimly see
the water from
here
but I want to fall

make the iron
burn









I've got a new load of notebooks for my growing collection. The newcomers is from Swedish Pocket Shop, which is a book shop with a take away-princip (they're to be found on bigger train stations in Sweden). It's nice to write without lines and on softer paper than the Moleskine in leather contains. Spring calls for changes! (-;
xx

ADRENALIN

Adrenalin
Splits me in halves
While we are running
falling for the
Time of the full moon
Shining through dust

Pale but orange like
The sun

Adrenalin makes me
shake
suddenly just living
by impulses


Jim Morrison said that he was interested in every action that had no meaning - games just being played for no reason but for the fun of it. Matter of course. I follow him.

MAP OF MIND

Noget smuldrer
små stykker
Mens jeg sidder
på kanten med
ansigtet i hvilende
i Håndflader
Mine fødder dingler
grus fors-vinder i

Afgrunden

Der er intet
at Gøre, kun
Tyngdeloven er
gæld-ende

LET IT BLEED

Kulden er stabil
intens temperatur

Bliv ved med at
b l ø d e

Opfatte er helligt

Måske forvandles
du til noget
Nej, jeg vil have
du ER

uomtvistelig
af form
i
f o r m e n


The title of The Rolling Stones' album "Let It Bleed" fascinates me as well as the music.

PINK PLASTIC SPOON

The Raveonettes are soon out with new material, and that makes me think of the good old stuff - Love In A Trashcan was made for the prairie!
By now, I just look forward to more sun that will make the ground thaw, so that we can drink beer and eat ice cream, listen to music and use our sunglasses to death, lying in the green grass. The dream is taking me away. xx A.

GOLDEN DROPS

Før var stuen badet
I lys af samme farve
Som gyldne dråber

Af det som kommer

Nu er månen en
Skal på himlen

Så skrøbelig -
Den kan knække
Hvert sekund

Når vi laver bølger
Af bevægelse i luften
Vil den smuldre

Forvandle os til
Intet

I WANT TO

I WANT TO THROW THE

SKY INTO THE SEA

MAKE IT ALL BOIL AND

SUDDENLY EXPLODE

or maybe i should just
paint my forehead with
colours of the mind
and let it be
make it stay that way

THIS is a precious way
of STAYING blind