mandag 24. februar 2014
En blogg om alt mellom himmel og jord: Wants fra TopShop
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onsdag 12. februar 2014
lørdag 25. januar 2014
In the air tonight
Ufo is a concept
like spirit or
entity
it can be anything
in & of the ether
or even without
it alltogether
to merge with our mental atmosphere
it will use marvelous tools
prearranged for
its emergence
the spaceship is a familiar
with its futuristic
& high tech abilities
that satisfies our time
perception of the fantastic
In the olden days
before the movies & picture books,
there where hoards of spirits,leprechauns,phantoms,gods of nature,fairies & trolls,
who visited humans & made them, sometimes, wholly disappear,loose entirely their wits,& later perhaps, found deranged in the wildeness,feeding on moss,bark & raw meat.But not all the time.
On other occasions,they would return invigorated,& portrayed a wisdom & cunning,like that of personified owls,or wizards of old.
Today this mindboggling magic
have other ways of disclosing itself
in & by our collective & preprogrammed subconcious perception
of that unexplainable phenomenal
there`s a movie running in the background
& whoever takes a look behind
the curtains will notice
Steven Spielberg,enjoying
a box of unpopped
corn
wich he pops
in his mouth
he will tell you that you where not supposed to discover this
& then he will throw unpopped kernels at you
to make you somehow forget what you just saw
most of the times Steven succeed
but there are times when
he doesn`t,& thats when a story like this,arrives at the station of the daily.
He imagined a spaceship & one day it came blinking & tooting & took him along
far away into the stars of a neighbouring universe yonder time.
But he longed for his earthly habits,& soon he reemerged from the great beyond & this is what he didn`t say & this is what he didn`t do & it was all good ,he twice thought to himself,lest his lofty memory should catch a breeze .
There was something in the air that night
& every breath he took
made the stars & the
sky move closer
& closer
& with one more inhalation
he became one with
it all
& it was great
like spirit or
entity
it can be anything
in & of the ether
or even without
it alltogether
to merge with our mental atmosphere
it will use marvelous tools
prearranged for
its emergence
the spaceship is a familiar
with its futuristic
& high tech abilities
that satisfies our time
perception of the fantastic
In the olden days
before the movies & picture books,
there where hoards of spirits,leprechauns,phantoms,gods of nature,fairies & trolls,
who visited humans & made them, sometimes, wholly disappear,loose entirely their wits,& later perhaps, found deranged in the wildeness,feeding on moss,bark & raw meat.But not all the time.
On other occasions,they would return invigorated,& portrayed a wisdom & cunning,like that of personified owls,or wizards of old.
Today this mindboggling magic
have other ways of disclosing itself
in & by our collective & preprogrammed subconcious perception
of that unexplainable phenomenal
there`s a movie running in the background
& whoever takes a look behind
the curtains will notice
Steven Spielberg,enjoying
a box of unpopped
corn
wich he pops
in his mouth
he will tell you that you where not supposed to discover this
& then he will throw unpopped kernels at you
to make you somehow forget what you just saw
most of the times Steven succeed
but there are times when
he doesn`t,& thats when a story like this,arrives at the station of the daily.
He imagined a spaceship & one day it came blinking & tooting & took him along
far away into the stars of a neighbouring universe yonder time.
But he longed for his earthly habits,& soon he reemerged from the great beyond & this is what he didn`t say & this is what he didn`t do & it was all good ,he twice thought to himself,lest his lofty memory should catch a breeze .
There was something in the air that night
& every breath he took
made the stars & the
sky move closer
& closer
& with one more inhalation
he became one with
it all
& it was great
onsdag 22. januar 2014
Pain,the.
I look for pain
in every pleasure
& pleasure
in every pain
im a painful pleasure
seeker
finding pleasure
where i hurt
& hurt where
pleasure is found
im a human being
a mix of animal
& something else
of wich i have both
humerous & tragic
ideas
so i search for the true pain of living
the bloody weltschmertz
of the world
where i see myself looking back
with an agreeable appearance
& not the clownish & colourful
in wich i despair
the clownish part is my secret
but my pain is real & unclothed
& gives me character & sympathy
with fellow arms men
or so they used to
say
in the army boot camp
i was raised in pain
& reckognize only truth
in the hurting of myself or my fellow men
pain is the last of the masks
that appears to be of
the flesh
the original expression
of the brute
who`s animal
nature have been
denied for as long
as there have
been caves
& prisons
My sympathy & admiration
to people who`s pain
make my own pain more
endurable
for is it not written
that when there is no more
room in hell
the dead will walk
the earth?
there is so much written information
that will convince you of the other fascinating subject,after another
& leave you wondering how someone in the past
know exactly what you are thinking right now.
A synchronisation of minds swimming among the waves & streams of abyssmal sea of time,& in their merging,a reaction,a noise in the walls,a sudden gush of wind,or perhaps a hiccup.
Listen to the voice of the one who`s pain is greater than himself,& be forever in awe of her nervewrecking revelations.
To the one who`s pain is smaller than himself,listen not & turn hastingly away from his lying abodes.
For in his words are but maggots & in his mind is but murder.
True pain reveals itself only to the ones who know what hurting is all about.Like a familiar sigil or a totem of untold tales.
Pain is the only beauty, that beauty,the only beauty there is.The pain of existence is the pain of beauty & the love of the same.
Behind every great & manly laughter
there is an equally profound pain
Listen thou to the pain behind
that laugh of the jolly one
& rejoice not
but reflect upon
that clever hiding
of his true name
for it is in the hiding
& in the hiding
is it
hidden
& beautiful
all the same
in every pleasure
& pleasure
in every pain
im a painful pleasure
seeker
finding pleasure
where i hurt
& hurt where
pleasure is found
im a human being
a mix of animal
& something else
of wich i have both
humerous & tragic
ideas
so i search for the true pain of living
the bloody weltschmertz
of the world
where i see myself looking back
with an agreeable appearance
& not the clownish & colourful
in wich i despair
the clownish part is my secret
but my pain is real & unclothed
& gives me character & sympathy
with fellow arms men
or so they used to
say
in the army boot camp
i was raised in pain
& reckognize only truth
in the hurting of myself or my fellow men
pain is the last of the masks
that appears to be of
the flesh
the original expression
of the brute
who`s animal
nature have been
denied for as long
as there have
been caves
& prisons
My sympathy & admiration
to people who`s pain
make my own pain more
endurable
for is it not written
that when there is no more
room in hell
the dead will walk
the earth?
there is so much written information
that will convince you of the other fascinating subject,after another
& leave you wondering how someone in the past
know exactly what you are thinking right now.
A synchronisation of minds swimming among the waves & streams of abyssmal sea of time,& in their merging,a reaction,a noise in the walls,a sudden gush of wind,or perhaps a hiccup.
Listen to the voice of the one who`s pain is greater than himself,& be forever in awe of her nervewrecking revelations.
To the one who`s pain is smaller than himself,listen not & turn hastingly away from his lying abodes.
For in his words are but maggots & in his mind is but murder.
True pain reveals itself only to the ones who know what hurting is all about.Like a familiar sigil or a totem of untold tales.
Pain is the only beauty, that beauty,the only beauty there is.The pain of existence is the pain of beauty & the love of the same.
Behind every great & manly laughter
there is an equally profound pain
Listen thou to the pain behind
that laugh of the jolly one
& rejoice not
but reflect upon
that clever hiding
of his true name
for it is in the hiding
& in the hiding
is it
hidden
& beautiful
all the same
tirsdag 21. januar 2014
ikkje slik
Ho var ikkje slik me kjende henne
men slik ho sjølv kjende seg best
og det uroa sjølvsagt nokon å einkvann
slik vinden av å til
uroar graset
eller det nygredde håret
på ein fornem
frue
eller også
herremann
ho visste kva dei
tenkte å så
gjorde ho motsatt
berre for å erte
litt og kan hende
tipse dei om
at ho sansa
kva dei lurte på
i hemmelege stunder
for henne var
ingenting skjult
& ingenting gøymt
når nokon hadde gøymt noko
ekstra godt
som dei ikkje ynskja
at ho skulle sjå
blei det hemmelige
berre
endå tydeligare
for henne
og ho skjøna
at det var noko
der som ville bli
oppdaga men
at det var så hemmeleg
at dei som gøymde
på dette
ikkje eingong sjølv
lenger heilt hugsa
kva det var
så ho hugsa
for dei
utan å sei eit
ord om det ho
såg
men fjorten
eller fleir
for det var ikkje alt
som kunne seiast
med få ord
men slik ho sjølv kjende seg best
og det uroa sjølvsagt nokon å einkvann
slik vinden av å til
uroar graset
eller det nygredde håret
på ein fornem
frue
eller også
herremann
ho visste kva dei
tenkte å så
gjorde ho motsatt
berre for å erte
litt og kan hende
tipse dei om
at ho sansa
kva dei lurte på
i hemmelege stunder
for henne var
ingenting skjult
& ingenting gøymt
når nokon hadde gøymt noko
ekstra godt
som dei ikkje ynskja
at ho skulle sjå
blei det hemmelige
berre
endå tydeligare
for henne
og ho skjøna
at det var noko
der som ville bli
oppdaga men
at det var så hemmeleg
at dei som gøymde
på dette
ikkje eingong sjølv
lenger heilt hugsa
kva det var
så ho hugsa
for dei
utan å sei eit
ord om det ho
såg
men fjorten
eller fleir
for det var ikkje alt
som kunne seiast
med få ord
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