inte mer

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inte mer,
än ett ord, två ord, en mening,
en byggnad, tak,
ansatsen till en rumslighet,
något som sluttar,
någonstans,
till eller från,
inte mycket mer, ytterst lite, inte mer,
än en meningslös,
ha förtröstan i detta,
men förbli, förbli avlägsen något helt,
endast delar, små, små delar, av något större eller mindre,
inte mer, inte mer än ett skelett,
skingrat i undervegetationen, bortsläpat av små djur,
inte mer, bara små djur som rör sig längs med,
eller utefter, som stannar till och nosar,
allt det där som prasslar,
rörelsen i ögonvrån,
inte mer, inte mer än så

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stars

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stars -
they fall,
from your eyes, into my
vision, blurs my
thoughts,
destroys not me, but the distance

stars -
between us,
points on the map of night,
i go, but you stay,
i go ahead with my head so brilliantly open,
waiting for the stars,
to come, blaze a path for dreamers, for us,
and the earth of my past,
shatters within me,
give room for you to stay

stars -
so few for real, stuck in the pages
of your book of life,
i go, here i go,
in silent recital of your poetry,
remembering as i go,
the river of years that came between us,
that are no more, only a
room to stay


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sorrow

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a

white
paper
looks
at
me,
thinking
of
genocide
and
armchairs
of
a
piercing
blue

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bitch

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the bitch,

page,
senseless,
deep ditch,
road,
hitch-hiker,
see far,
go further

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new life

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new life, new words,

old shapes,
a knife,
a stab of cold air,
creating tunnels of unimaginary beauty,
locks the door to my heart,
seals it shut

seeds,
sprinkled at random,
found growing, lodged in strange places,
my kitchen of sorrow,
water,
where it shouldn't be, a farewell to past ordeals,
i forget, and then i die,
in denial

cut off from,
and drained of roads, aiming anywhere,
a soldier blinded by too many choices, returns with a language robbed of its pictures,
an alphabet all shot to pieces, but not dead,
not dead, but transmogrified, and hopelessly alive,
still retaining a beauty fading in and out of focus,
creating new words,
new life

nothing,
the inside searching for its outside,
for a key of possibilities, that could recreate an environment where a lock could take shape,
its material still only the mirage of a thought, yet something actual to cling to,
a faint scent insisting to be noticed,
forcing an answer from the mirror of unrecognition
- that scar, 'tis you

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In capitals (for a change)

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John Cage; was (somewhat) preoccupied with the concept of silence,
I wonder (in capitals) why,
K (I'm sure) knows,
But he is not here (in this room) right now,
I could go and fetch a book of his (John Cage's) writings,
See for myself,
There might be an answer in it (the book),
Might be, might be


An acute sense of exhaustion,
Taking form (physically speaking); imploding,
What would John Cage have done; take it in stride?


Theft # 1. The difficult birth of the science of elasticity

Theft # 2. Two working pictures of Norrköping (Elis Eriksson, 1964)

Theft # 3. Silence. L'évocation s'achève sur cette exhortation, s'agripper, ne pas lâcher en vue des lumières... qu'on ne voit pas, <<>>.


Dead today; dead tomorrow?
Thinking (in capitals),
About nothing (impossible?),
Hardware with soft core; dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Blankets of violence,


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flödesbeskrivning 11 september 2001

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ur dagboken

sov till halv elva,
kaffe och patiencer,
75mg effexor klockan 11:24,
tv från klockan tolv,
kaffe och ostsmörgåsar,
25mg propavan och 7.5mg imovane klockan 14:49,
låg en stund vid 3 - 4,
for till ön och eldade

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ur utflyktsboken

utgång 16:30,
båten ut 17:13,
till ön,
eldade,
satt och stirrade in i elden,
drack kaffe,
åt ostsmörgåsar

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ur minnet

försökte lyssna på radion men radion ville inte fungera

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ur utflyktsboken

hemåt klockan 22:01,
till land 22:21

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ur dagboken

kom hem kvart i elva,
tv


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