In The Evening, Huge Flocks Of Swallows Are On Hunt For Their Dinner... Any Photographer Knows How Difficult

The room behind the shattered window filled with tears. Faster than the cracks and the new hole could handle. The many people in the public house had no time to escape. That only made the tears flow as rivers from their eyes. And so just adding to their certain drowning. After the panic and last bobbles, bodies was slowly circulating under the ceiling. It was quite a peaceful. Why the windows, especially the newly smashed, didn't burst from the pressure of the water, was one peculiar thing. Another was the dead moving around, almost as if they had adapted death as a new life. With a purpose. To keep on crying. But you couldn't see it. Their eyes was filled with water anyway. Tears just made the body float a bit. Like small adjusting thrusters in space. The dead began manoeuvring by bursts of tears. One of their first missions, was to replace that broken window. It was all very sad. They kept the old shattered window. Framed it and hung it on the wall. A minute's silence, a moment of contemplating life and death. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #window #cracks #waterworld #tears #fiction #breathing #aliveandwell #smashed #life #everythingdependsonthewayyouseeitorinthiscasehowyoudieandliveonanway (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Alive - Ready)

Now it is enough! I can't stop posting those "cute" clouds, sun, sky... It's embarrassing! It is SO not me! I should be posting all kinds of destructive, depressing, dark things. PLEASE MAKE ME! Not this kinda 'nice' neutral stuff... Ok and anyway: I'll be gone from this horrible town (NOT city...) in a very few days. THEN I can post nice photos. Because I then will be in a nice place! There's a helluva difference! REAL pictures from a REAL paradise! Lisbon and Castelo de Vide. Instead of "Aarhus2017". Can you assasinate a cultural capital? Well, at least I can try... My God, (not that I have any), how I long to be gone from this horrible town and this horrible life... Am I making fun? Well, what do you think? Sorry, I forgot: You don't think at all. Just like I try not to. End of not-much. Here's those clouds... #getoutofmyway #cloudscape #idontcare #wasteoftime #wannago #leaving #leavemealone #tired #pretending #phony #laurieandthestoryof (It WILL be part of that...) #meandmystory #notcaring #notreallymakingmydayworthanotherday #annoying #life #lifewithoutlife #soonillbeinacompletelydifferentplaceandisimplycantwaitbecauselifeandthiscountryandmostofitspeoplereallysucksandtheresnoexcuse (...Yeah, yeah, usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: FAR AWAY)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/mit-sted-my-place/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/30/mit-sted-my-place/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #castelodevide #docesecompanhia (view) #blurredphoto #entrance #myworld #fiction #real #prose (danish, sorry) #meandmystory #novelinprogress #novelist #wouldbe #missing #bestintheworld #apieceoftheplacethatgivesmepeace... (The usual one-off hashtag) #workinprogress #inayear #atsomepoint #findyourself #findingmyself #portugal #pleasesetmefree (Note to myself... I guess) Bad photo; out of focus... The point is to find the... Point 😊 (her: Castelo de Vide)

I love barbed wire. I hate the sun. I love being kept in the dark. I hate knowing things. I love barbed wire in my eyes. I hate seeing words crawl back into themselves, but I love the blankness of innocent eyes, pretending not to understand anything. And so on. Oh, I forgot: I love lack of response. I hate being part of anything. All in all; life is almost too easy. Yeah! #love #sun #barbedwire #surface #blank #blankness #lifeisgood #laughingitoff #hugs #pretending #caring #easylife #nousualoneoffhashtagseenoreasonwhywheneverythingisjustsoniceandeasy (Usual one-off...) #laurieandthestoryof (At least less fictive than life) #danielmantel (Loving everybody) #mantelmomento #udenfilter (Of any kind! Straight and honest!) #primeiroproximopasso (Will end up loving life as I do; I can make him! Just like me...) (her: Denmark)

In the 21st century, they began building pyramids again. It was a decision not really taken by any authority, but it was commonly very popular. It's hard to say if it was caused by lack of believable Gods; many had been worshipped with a huge amount of followers for hundreds if not thousands of years. So maybe it was a response, or rather result, of the increasing single high-rises. Usually placed where they would do most harm. In the sense of being extremely ugly, and at the same time standing so you couldn't get free of the sight. It was a new and very effective form of prisons. You had to either stay inside with curtains drawn, or simply walk around with your eyes closed very hard. To avoid being caught in that devastating ugliness. Maybe that was why. If there had to be those sky-scratching buildings, then why not give them a purpose? Put something inside. So it happened. New pyramids. Filled with whatever you wanted. Your dreams, your destiny, your future… Your freedom. At night they were lit with hope. From and for every single soul. Most about escaping the new high-rise prisons. To live with open eyes. It actually made sense…    #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Always...) #primeiroproximopasso (Also...) #udenfilter #pyramids #modernage #belief #buildings #gellerup #highrise #hope #fiction #reality #prose #whythefuckmysmalltownisbeingdestroyedbycommercialhighrisebuildingsisimplycantunderstand (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

I see myself from the back. From inside the restaurant. I'm alive and happy. That means I took the hard way in. Not the easy way out. For some time I wasn't sure. That time is now. Seeing a picture of myself in the near future, free and letting time be time, not allowing thoughts to interfere or take control, and giving my mind access to whatever words is worth writing, not by any assignment or deadline, and... There's really nothing else to say. I had a choice. The tempting easy way out; just caving in. Or the hard way in; a maze with almost impossible obstacles the way out. It's still ahead of me. But seeing myself from the back, tells me everything. No matter what I must do to be there. Again. Happy and free. Being me. Just me, only me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (At least geographically...) #me #hardway #being #meandmystory #meandmymind #lisbon #wayin #portugal #home #aperiodintimewithsomeharddifficultiesofdifferentkindslowlyturningsotheeasywaybecomeslessattractiveandthewayinopensup (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Lisbon, Portugal)

"FAMOUS LAST WORDS" It doesn't work. The story is slowly coming to a standstill. And I know why. This is winter in Denmark. February. So daylight has increased a bit: More time for greyness. And even a miserable sun trying its best. Sending out rays of light, only absorbed by souls below zero degrees celsius. My fictive figures falls silent. Even those usually chatterboxes. Like the "Me", "He", "She", all the "I"s, and of course Passo and Laurie. Normally babbling away in their native language, only able to understand each other through my imagination. But they too goes into wordless slow-motion, then turn to something more lifeless than statues of forgotten people. The story doesn't move at all. It's killing me. For real, not just as a saying. Maybe it's all in my head. Or rather, I know it is. That makes absolutely no difference. It's still killing me. Death by forced standstill. Frozen thoughts creaking easily. Killing me. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #figures #meandmystory #frozen #standstill #winter #february #statues #belowzero #prose #reality #fiction #frozenbrain #miserable #whenspringcomes #writersblock #andsowtfbecausewhenspringcomesorjusttomorroworinanhouriampastthatlittlestupidblockthatstopsmystoryonlyforashortwhilesoreallywtf... (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: The Middle of No-where)

PESSOA / FORTOLKET

Fernando Pessoa by Almada Negreios.

Fb-mm-farvel 2B ud af 3… (ER på vej…)

  “Hej gartner!

Ja du der inde i haven…

Sig mig, hvad fortæller vinden dig når den blæser?”

“Tja, at den er vind og at den blæser,

og at den har gjort det før

og at den sikkert vil gøre det igen.

Hvorfor? Hvad fortæller den da dig?”

“Meget mere end det!

Den taler til mig om alle mulige ting,

Om erindringer og længsel,

Om…

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ÅBNINGSPERFORMANCE FREDAG D.9/2 KL.15 ÅBY BIBLIOTEK

ORD & AGEREN: MAX MADSEN & DANIEL MANTEL

LYD & MUSIK: POUL JUHL & THØGER JOHANSEN

  brovtende brændende flammende bølger

hvirvler vakkelvorne vanvidsvestpå

hvinende hylende vind

trækker horisonten maske over ansigtet

som urværk trækkes op

små skrøbelige tror sig særlige

sorteres og sies fra i takt

tik tak takt og tiders vand skylle drypper op…

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Note 1.0 '20 / Kragenatøje & Still.

Note 1.0 ’20 / Kragenatøje & Still.

  MED KURS MOD KERNEN. 

Natnoter om alt andet end dét. Måske. 

  Stearinlyset er næsten brændt ned. Sådan! En sand sætning. Som Hemingway sagde var en god start. Og en pokkers masse har gentaget og formentlig forsøgt. Det er ellers et såkaldt bloklys, der skulle kunne brænde i dagevis. Det må være korte vinterdage. Så hyggelyset er rationeret, det får lov at sprede sin lille bløde cirkel nogle…

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