There Is An Amazing Skillful Portuguese-guitar Player, That Has A View On The World Not So Far From Mine.

THOSE INSISTING STORIES. And so the stories forced their way back. Not readable, not even as individual or separated tales. Not narratives. Yet. For very good reasons: I've tried to keep them out of my head. Reality had pushed aside fiction. I had told myself, trying to be serious. Yeah right. As if… Only fooling myself. This gave me a new insight. Don't know if I dream in colours. But my stories start out in all of the rainbows. Plus some. Fills my head, not even really born, but in random patterns. That of course aren't random at all. Changing for every time they block my view to reality. Thus making me doubt what's real and what's fiction, but then I just shrug: Back to the usual mindset. The stories are as real as any kind of reality. Now I know how they appear before they are conscious. Before they know themselves. Guess I better help them. Guess that's my purpose. Being the midwife of my own imagination. Forming my fiction. #mantelmoment #mantelmomento #danielmantel #danielversionII #fiction #stories #backoninstagram #toomuchreality #brainwork #pattern #colours #fictionoverreality #isthisme #question #answer #meandmymind #icanlivewiththat #afteralotofoftoomuchrealityitsactuallyarelieftoseethestoriesbeginningtoforminsidemybrain (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Fix My Brain) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpB5g3DHgRn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14gmgtp1zb9hm

#https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ Danish. English version: This is just some trees. Looks like olive trees. And grass, a bit other dried out bushes, and a hillside. That's all. But not that's all like in "nothing else"? That is all like in ALL. Everything. I can't proof it, ofcourse. It's just my opinion. I sure don't expect others to understand. Actually, it's a selfie. I'm there, in one of the shadows. Sitting under one of those trees. You might not be able to see me. That's nothing new. But I'm right there. Don't wanna be anywhere else. That's all. And that IS really all. Not enough for you? Guess not. I couldn't care less. Selfish? Very! But about time. And I think, my opinion only, that you don't care either. Not really. Then it gets almost funny: Ok, you might be indifferent. Well, how much do you think I care about that? A competition of not caring. Take a look at my selfie: I'm gone ages ago. About time. Careless, carefree, only me and nothing else. But everything. THAT'S ALL! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ #selfie #altoalentejo #castelodevide #olivetrees #careless #selfish #myworld #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #gone #nowisthetime #dontevencareenoughtomakeanymorehashtagsbutiamtherenomatterwhereelseimightbeseenandamashappyascanbe (her: Alto Alentejo (intermunicipal community))

Nok! Stop! Ikke mere! Slut!

NB: Dette har været undervejs længe. Venligst se med overbærende øjne på gentagelser, lidt underlige spring i teksten, og sikkert en selvmodsigelse eller tre.  (Og med samme øjne, se om det kunne være bevidste gentagelser, om springene kan give mening, og at selvmodsigelser er uundgåelige når så mange kommer til orde…)  -Og nåja: For en eventuel læsers skyld:  Der er klippet ret hårdt i en…

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Variationer over Knust Vindue.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

DEN SÆDVANLIGE VRØVLEN OM NOGET SIMPELT.

Det er et ægte mysterium. Detektiven hives frem. Støves af og opdateres; moderne metoder og arbejdslegat fra Statens Kunstfond. Optimale betingelser. Rapporten vil ligge på redaktørens bord til julesalget. Men det er ikke for amatører, det kræver sin mand. Som er en kvinde, gerne inter-skandinavisk. Det har vist sig effektivt. Hun spidser mund og pen,…

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Sommersjov II. Sommeren raser afsted. Som en flok rabies-befængte klaprende rævesakse. Nej, det er ikke retfærdigt. Det er ikke alle rævesakse der har rabies.

Someone will challenge the dark in you, don’t run away when that happens.

Kriti.G (via purplebuddhaquotes)

Embrace it... Explore it... Untill you find the light that creates it.

More or less from one day to the next, they forgot. It had been coming for years, even decades. A few had noticed, but named it something else. A new invention in the ever accelerating digital world. Some positive or unavoidable thing. Anything digital. Connected to development, innovation, progress… It's a win/win. Another much used term; guaranteed to hide the truth. But suddenly, one fine day, everybody on the planet had forgotten. Words. Letters. Sentences. How to write, speak, communicate. Apparently for no reason. They began all over. They had to. Some with 0'es and 1'es. Trying to reprogram languages. That failed, no surprise. Other started scratching in modern caves. In the beginning just almost indecipherable signs. Trying hard to express something. Almost with impatience. Even with a kind of anger. Forgetting seems to create very strong feelings. Let's hope we find a way to describe that. I hope, but have no words for that. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #shortstory #prose #fiction #lift #language #words #communication #justsaying #serversdown #startingalloveragain #withoutwords #justmyvisionandthoughtsaftertoomuchdigitalinputandnotatleastthatannoyingfacebook (Usual one-off hashtag)

There once was a middle-aged writer, that had a dream of writing the best book in the world. Then he, much to his surprise, discovered that such a book had been written. Even several of them, depending of who was asked. And, even more surprised, (he might have been a little stupid, just a little...), he remembered that he actually had read what he himself thought was the best book in the world. So what to do? He decided to go to the place where that certain book took place. And write what could be a continuing. Or something similar; just as long as it had something to do with that worlds best book... That couldn't go all wrong, now could it? He decided not. And began... Oh, and that the place, the country, was his personal paradise, was just a lucky coincidence. Right? Right... #foreignfriendguesthouse #lisbon #portugal #writingplace #prose #personalparadise #bestofportugal #beginning #lifevalues #alive #friendlypeople #aroomwithaview #azulejos #azulejoportugues #arrived #newnovel #newlife #amonthinparadiseandthenayearintheoppositeandthesecondbestbookintheworldshouldbewrittenorokthethirdbestillsettlefor (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (And the pic even isn't good, but here it begins... And many more to come!) (her: Foreign Friend - GuestHouse)

POSSIBLE ENDINGS. Sorry, danish prose… https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ Summary: The story is in place. The fiction can't be more fictive. Of Course there's still a lot of my figures adjusting details. Like if they deserve their own timeline; if they should be in 1.person and tell their story through their own eyes and mind or if they should be told… So on. As for myself, or "myself" or… -all the characters more or less with parts of me. Including past, present, even future, and lots of memories and memories of me through others thoughts, well… I'm most concerned about the ending. Of it all. Of the story; of "me" and me. I actually don't know. An ending. Yes. But which comes first? The ending of fiction? Or the ending of me? And what really matters? Most? #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/02/15/slutning-mulig/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter (Not true... But the words are!) #prose #meandmystory #ending #endings #danish #novel #writing #selfie #white #mood #justafittingpicturetothestorylinkedtootherwisenotwithanyrealconnection (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Central Denmark Region)

Det er stilheden bag fjæset her der er interessant. Det er lydene, det er afstanden til horisonten. Det er de vidder der er for store til at kunne ses. Det er et himmelhvælv for højt til at fatte. Det er vinden, det er det hele. Der untagelsesvis er tæt på at være... 'Det hele'! Hvad mangler? Hvis noget, er det et sted derude, bagved, bag horisonten. Der er langt... Og solen er med hele vejen. Det kan høres... --- Mere på Fb, og et link er umuligt; men: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=4552899081414113&id=100000821994936 #mantelmomento #mantelshistorier #danielmantel #verdenerstadigmestgod #thisislife #thebestofportugal #https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=4552899081414113&id=100000821994936 #altoalentejo #castelodevide #lifeisgood #theendandthebeginningformystory (usual one-off hashtag...) https://www.instagram.com/p/CW838IUMTim/?utm_medium=tumblr