Sunday, 10 December 2017

2017-65



as
if
it
was






There’s a bit of movement in the huge vine that covers the back of the neighbouring house.





once
I’ve
picked
my
nose
day





I’m not sure it actually means anything.





I
cannot
unpick
it
light







NOW
I’m
enligtened?


*


som
om
det
var






Der er en smule bevægelse i den store efeu, der dækker bagsiden af nabohuset.





når
først
jeg
har
pillet
næse
dags





Jeg er ikke klar over, om det betyder noget.





kan
jeg
ikke
upille
den


lys








er
jeg
oplyst
nu?

Tuesday, 5 December 2017

2017-64


plop
plop

                   and when
                   the fog lifts

two
pills
into
the water

                   the houses
                   are rebuilt

and the day
begins

                   exactly
                   how they were






plop
plop

                  og når
                  tågen letter

to
piller
ned
i vandet

                   genopbygges
                   husene

og dagen
begynder

                   præcis
                  som de var

Monday, 4 December 2017

2017-63

the sizzling
of effervescent pills





»You're darkness!«
»No, you're darkness!«
just
enough




in dualism
to my neck
I'm glad
to break
the silence



both my socks
fit both feet






en hvislen
af brusetabletter



»DU er mørke!«
»Nej, DU er mørke!«
akkurat
nok



i dualisme
til halsen
er jeg
glad for
til at bryde
stilheden



at begge mine strømper
passer begge
fødder

Friday, 1 December 2017

2017-62



if it won’t
do it
by itself








It’s one of those days where I
find only a limited comfort in that the Celsius 0 degrees are 273 and a bit more than absolute zero





the Dipper?
I’ll
fold
a ship






and that I’m not depending on a sundial to measure time.





yea
it’s
still
unaffected
from
darkness






Outside an owl hoots and the first
Christmas party of the year kicks off at the inn across the road with underpaid waitresses dressed as nisser – that’s a kind of Scandinavian elves.






by
Corcovado ...









hvis det ikke
vil gøre det
af sig selv






Det er én af de dage, hvor jeg kun finder ringe trøst i, at 0 grader Celsius er 273 og en smule mere end det absolutte nulpunkt






Karlsvognen?
vil jeg
folde
et skib






og at jeg ikke er afhængig af et solur
for at måle tiden.






ja
den
er
stadig
upåvirket
af
mørket






Udenfor tuder en ugle og den første julefrokost er ved at gå i gang på kroen overfor med underbetalte tjenere klædt ud som nisser.






af
Corovado ...

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

2017-61


perhaps
November

                          I often step out on the landing
                          before going to bed to say
                          goodnight to the stars even if the
                          clouds and the rain do their best
                          to hide them.

is when
when we
live

                          In that case I say goodnight to them
                          and ask them to pass it on further
                          upwards.

in
a giant’s
pocket?

                          But enough about me. I stuck two feathers
                          into an apple. Now, let’s see if it can fly.



...



måske
er november

                          Jeg går ofte ud på afsatsen, før jeg går i seng,
                          for at sige godnat til stjernerne selv om regnen
                          og skyerne gør deres bedste for at skjule dem.

den tid
vi bor

                          I sådanne tilfælde siger jeg godnat til dem
                          og beder dem viderebringe min hilsen.

i
en jættes
lomme?

                          Men nok om mig. Jeg stak to fjer i et æble.
                          Skal vi så se, om det kan flyve?

Friday, 17 November 2017

(without number / uden nummer) 17.10 2017


moi
he
says

                    a
                    view to the sun

not
as
in
”me”

                    we
                    in the cloud cave

but
as
he
doesn’t
know

                    feel threatened:

the tiny
god
of
pre
snow

                    no
                    excuse not
                    to go out







moi
siger
han

                    et
                    kig til solen

ikke
som
i
”mig”

                    vi
                    i skygrotten

men
som
i
han
ikke
ved

                     føler os
                     truede:

den
lille
før
snes
gud

                    ingen undskyldning
                    for ikke at gå ud

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

2017-60

fogs
unto
ourselves
and each
other

                    in a dark
                    November

7.6
billion

                    the light

centres
the
uni
verse

                    of the
                     MilesTrane







tåger
for
os selv
og hin
anden

                     i en mørk
                     november

7,6
milliarder

                     lyset

centre
af uni
verset

                     fra
                       MilesTrane







inspired by a haiku by Michael Rehling

Tuesday, 17 October 2017

2017-57


to
pocket
it

                  perhaps

or
not

                  a mustard seed

autumn
wind

                  in the rubble
                  that was Raqqa






at
putte
den i lommen

                   måske

eller
ej

                   et sennepsfrø

efterårsvinden

                   i murbrokkerne
                   der var Raqqa