Kattetur-retur.

Slutning Mulig.

DELVIST OPLÆST LØVES 14/2 – POETKLUB AARHUS HER DEN FULDE TEKST; SKREVET TIL OPLÆSNING:

Den perfekt drejede slutning. Håndværk som i de gode gamle Blixen-dage, ikke antydningen af skruer eller søm til at holde sidste side på plads… SLUTNINGEN er hvad det drejer sig om! Én af de mange mulige… Og, da det er løgn og latin, mest løgn, stadigvæk, også de komplet latterlige tåbelige himmelråbende…

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And again... And again... If necessary 😉

reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.

Roman, ultrakort. Der ligger en mand på en seng. Hvad er det for en mand? Det er lidt usikkert, svævende eller vævende.

Grundlovssikret Tag-Selv-Bord.

OPLÆST / HALVIMPRO, “SAMMEN OM BRABRAND”, GRUNDLOVSDAG ’17; REDIGERET INKL TILFØJELSE.

  RETTEN TIL at skrive dette vrøvl…

Går nogenlunde lige op med retten til

At synes det ER noget ligegyldigt vrøvl

Nok et læs til lossepladsens vokseværk

  RETTEN TIL at have uretten ved sin side

Og på aldeles uretfærdig vis skubbe den foran sig

Krybe sammen i rystende rædsel

Når retfærden bliver truende

De…

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Hide'n seek... Getting closer to the you! 😉

“What’s yours will find you.”

— Unknown

What a spectacular sunset! We almost didn't believe our eyes. Or maybe it was my mind playing with us. Or reality interfering rudely and a bit exaggerated with our little world. The day had been more or less as any other. As any day is more or less as any other… . For anyone and everybody. So-called real or called any- and everything else, like fictive. As, I guess, we'd be. But we had for a long time doubted those terms and what they tried to define. Not very precise, though. Back to the day, with such a surprising ending. Me and my friends, Senhor Passo, Laurie, the 'I', and our DIY-specialist, the 'he' that could turn into anyone, including a 'she'. And useful in any time; past, present and future… We had endured the normality of a normal day; quite an ordeal for us. For anyone. At this time of the year also the climate to add. All in all one of those days, where we longed to be anywhere else. And then this sunset! Unexpected, and not fitting the story. The endgame weren't supposed to take place here. What to do? Changing the story was considered too difficult. Though not written, as such, it would be all wrong with the four or five of us here, in Denmark at this time of year. I, as the master of us all, took a decision: This sunset was either geographically totally misplaced… Or fiction. We all agreed on fiction. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #novelinprogress #shortstory #sunset #meandmystory #fiction #reality #tobecontinued #prose #danish #thisisjustonemorepresentingmymaincharactersinthatnovelstillonthedrawingboardorinmyheadwhichisthesamesowtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: I Min Seng)

SCANNEREN I KÆLDEREN PÅ AUH. VRØVL! Dette er, med næsten usynlige / ulæselige undtagelser, rent vrøvl.

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Vejret. Og julen! Og... Noget? Vistnok.

Enkeltstående udsagn og meninger uden sammenhæng.  Rækkefølgen er tilfældig. Og iøvrigt mest for at sætte noget på en side, taste nogle ord. Ikke af nogen særlig grund. Ikke fordi det er nødvendigt. Det må det så alligevel være, ellers ville jeg vel ikke bruge tid på det? På hvad?    Hvis ikke andet, ja så er det juletid. Og vejret! Dét kan altid skrives om. Det er et sted at starte:  Livet…

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Mortar

Words are easily traded and thrown like grenades, Footholds welled deep in trenches of juxtaposition. Our arguments resound like echoes in the hallway, Making any point confused beyond such cognition.

Everyone wants an explanation that makes sense, But it’s only a generalization to what they demand. Something designed to placate their feeble minds, While everything else is considered to be damned.

“Follow the herd,” they stammer twelve rows back, Because few need a leader to fall from their ledge. It’s not sad people would rather be lost than found, As foundations are built from this rot in the dredge.