Thursday, 23 March 2017

2017-23 parallel cherita


first there’s a crow

                                      if not enlightenment

then a disease
with an easy name

                                      then free advice concerning
                                      running a marathon

after that the fortunate
are offered
10.000 ways to forget

                                      the day
                                      is now longer
                                      than my patience







først er der en krage

                                      hvis ikke oplysning

så en sygdom
med et nemt navn

                                      så gratis råd angående
                                      at løbe et marathon

efter det bliver de heldige
tilbudt 10.000 måder
at glemme på

                                       dagen
                                       er nu længere
                                       end min tålmodighed

Wednesday, 22 March 2017

2017-22 parallel cherita

to the question of evil

                                    with sandfaces

I twist a thread
around my index finger

                                    the elders refuse
                                    to give a name

and discover
it's a bored
frog

                                     to the eye born
                                     in a desert
                                     tribe











til spørgsmålet om det onde

                                           med sandansigter

snor jeg en tråd
omkring min pegefinger

                                           nægter de gamle
                                           at navngive

og opdager
at det er en frø
der keder sig

                                           øjet
                                           født
                                           i en ørkenstamme

2017-21

from the myths / fra myterne

, who spake

                      in as much as

and went
into a hole

                      the stareaters

then came out
a whale

                      were gone










, som talede

                         for så vidt som

gik
ind i et hul

                        stjerneæderne

og kom ud
som en hval

                         var væk

Monday, 20 March 2017

2017-20

, who
snapping
his fingers

                     deep in
                     the lake

slowed down

                     what will
                     become

snow

                      swallows







, som
knipsende
med fingrene

                         dybt nede
                         i søen

standsede
sneens

                         dét der
                         vil blive

fart

                          til svaler

2017-19

that’s
the choice?

                     those high-pitched
                     chirps

watch
the news
again

                     penetrating my
                     bass-tinnitus ...

or the sky
darken?

                     is that my ancestors?








er dét
valget?

                     de dér højfrekvente
                     pip

at se
nyhederne
igen

                     der trænger gennem
                     min bas-tinnitus ...

eller himlen
mørkne?

                      er det mine forfædre?

Wednesday, 15 March 2017

2017-18


one space?
two spaces?

                        on its way
                        to Russia

one’s enough
to hold
boredom

                        a Screaming Eagle
                        shits

and
a porcelain bear

                        in a forest









ét mellemrum?
to mellemrum?

                          på sin vej
                          til Rusland

ét er nok
til at rumme
kedsomhed

                         skider en Skrigeørn

og
en porcelænsbjørn

                         i skoven





Screaming Eagle, the Danish name for the ”Greater Spotted Eagle”

Monday, 13 March 2017

2017-17


at first
it’s nothing

                           carpets of crocus

then it
becomes
less

                           I guess they’re weaved

the mantra
that takes me
outta here

                           after a plan
                           of some kind









først
er det
ingenting

                           tæpper af krokus

så bliver
det mindre

                           jeg gætter at
                           de væves

mantraet
der fører mig
ud herfra

                           efter en plan
                           af en slags

Saturday, 11 March 2017

2017-16


what’s there
to know?

                          just as I gather
                         strength enough
                         to say:

the old
chair

                         this is like that
                         that is like this


in a new
place

                         it changes







hvad er der
at vide?

                      ligesom jeg
                      får samlet kræfter
                      til at sige:

den gamle
stol

                       denne er som det dér
                       det dér er som denne her

på et nyt
sted

                       forandres den-det

Thursday, 9 March 2017

2017-15


2017-14 (Om Purnamadah Purnamidam etc.)

consciousness
before

                           when it stopped
                           falling

consciousness
after

                           the rain
                           left the streets

consciousness
in between

                           a bit more

and a mild
cough remedy

                           desolate








bevidsthed før

                           da den holdt op
                           med at falde

bevidsthed efter

                           efterlod regnen
                           gaderne

bevidsthed
ind i mellem


                            en anelse mere

og en mild
hostesaft

                            øde


Om
Purnamadah Purnamidam
Purnat Purnamudachyate
Purnasya Purnamadaya
Purnameva Vashishyate
Om shanti, shanti, shanti

One translation:
Om.
That is the absolute, this is the absolute;
from the absolute, the absolute becomes manifest;
when the absolute is added to or taken away from the absolute,
the absolute remains.
Om. Peace! Peace! Peace!

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

2017-13

winter

                          open the window

still unsure
whether

                           just enough for the wind
                           to howl

to stay
or warm away

                           that's as wild as it gets








vinter

                             åbner vinduet

stadig
usikker på

                             akkurat nok til
                             at vinden kan hyle

om den skal blive
eller varme væk

                             det' så vildt det bli'r



Tuesday, 7 March 2017

2017-12

in
the inner
ear

                             unless

the glass
harmonica

                             you stand on it

of world peace

                             the horizon

and 1008 penguins

                             will snake away

celebrating
Maha Shivaratri

                             and leave you
                             homeless








i
det indre
øre

                            med mindre

verdensfredens

                            du står på den

glasharmonika

                            vil horisonten

og 1008
pingviner

                            slange sig væk

der fejrer
Maha Shivarati

                            og lade dig
                            hjemløs tilbage

2017-11

blue
from both
sides

                             broken eyes

the fish
in the pineal gland

                             and an apple
                             a little too green

and the handbook
on ageing

                             as our
                             spirit guides







blå
fra begge
sider


                              ødelagte øjne

fisken
i koglekirtlen

                              og et lidt for grønt
                              æble

og håndbogen
om at ældes

                              som vore
                             ånde-vejvisere

Thursday, 2 March 2017

2017-9


2017-8


early warning

                          first day
                          of spring

the scent
of strawberries

                          no use arguing

from my keys

                          with the laundry











tidligt varsel

                         første
                         forårsdag

duften
af jordbær

                         det nytter ikke
                         at skændes


fra mine nøgler

                         med vasketøjet

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

2017-7


pushing

                  dying

without
a body

                 words
                 outside

Western
gale

                  silence









skubber

                   døende

uden
en krop

                   ordene
                   uden for

vestenvinden

                    stilheden