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Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

Løves 9.aug.; omskrevet til prosa.

DET VAR EN VÆLDIG FIN AFTEN PÅ LØVES; MASSER AF GOD POESI; OG (ALDELES EGOISTISK), DEN ENDELIGE BEKRÆFTELSE PÅ AT PROSA ER ‘MIN’ FORM. (Og ikke ‘blot’ kortprosa…) HER DE 3 TEKSTER, FORSØGT OPLÆST SOM LYRIK (+ 1 der blev droppet)… MEN I PROSA-FORM.. MIN TUR!

Jeg prøvede at gå min egen tur. Men det blev vandren i andres fodspor. Det var ikke det jeg ville. Jeg ville gå min EGEN tur! Jeg prøvede…

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  Sanserne er jaget vildt. Specielt øjnene er udsatte. Sæsonen er åben for anskydninger og vingeklip, camoufleret som lystige glimt og genskin. Solen har ubemærket taget sin venlige maske på, overvældende blændende jovial, kammeratlig, en rigtig guttermand. Det er utænkeligt at den skulle være en lusket djævel. Sådan nogle rare gule stråler. Det er først når den brænder sig ind i hovedskallen…

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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lyrik-i-iv/ (In danish...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lyrik-i-iv/ #lyrics (...In danish, sorry.) #poetry #tryingtobeoptimistic #ornot #lyrik #poesi #gellerup #atlasoveraarhus #dinbyminby #365tekster #justanothersunset #laurieandthestoryof (Still leading up to...) #leaving #aarhuslitteraturcenter (Tomas; her er 4 stykker lyrik...) #litterature (Maybe...) #whatever #meandmystory #inthreedaysillbegone #afterbloggingsomeverynegativepiecesjusthatingeveryoneandeverythingmyselfandlaurieexcludediwantedtotrywithsomeabitmorepositivelyrics (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)

And keep in your mind, all the way: YOU are the one that needs to be satisfied... Do NOT care what others might like or not: Their being pointless...

I am thankful for the difficult people in my life. They have shown me exactly who I don’t want to be.

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

Still sorting through people...

And am...

“Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.”

— Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

En Rottes Rette Plads i Historien.

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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Red just seems natural in autumn. But this red was alive. And not a very friendly creature. It peeled itself of and started attacking. With the very effective active red crane in overdrive. Swinging wildly as a fast forward movie. Motions and movements as fast as a Raptor with rabies. The little gathered group of humans was swallowed in one big sweep. In the fragment of a second. And then they were all red. Melting, literally, into that autumns somewhat rare more-red-than-ever months. Instantly becoming part of the natural decomposition. Rapidly decaying. And for the helpful worms to get into action, the frantic cranes threw around dirt and soil. So the bodies soon was unmarked graves. Some so taken by surprise, not expecting the process being in almost ridiculous at least grotesque uptempo speed. And ever accelerating. Beyond what is possible. Those few people turning up in lalaland to watch the red in action, was a buried bag of bones with no bag before their skulls could say "why red?" Indeed a good question. The answer was just a silent but frightening collective growl from all the spreading red. And cranes roaring up through the sky, leaving open wounds pouring out, of course, massive vomit of red. Red was soon the colour of the first flakes of snow; and even the wind was howling in red. A few months later the universe was monochrome. And had never been anything but red. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #red #autumn #scarytimes #imagination #cranes #gellerup #helhedsplan #howaninnocentpicturecanturnveryevilandstarttotakeovertheworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup / Toveshøj)

A very small tiny cloud was badly blinded: It thought that it could sneak across the valley without being noticed. Normally it would wait untill darkness, but it wanted so much to go to town, that it simply couldn't wait. It had been some time, and the tiny cloud loved that particular village more than anything else. So it dared, impatiently, to start its returning just about a half hour too soon... And the settling sun, otherwise ready to a peaceful nights rest, saw the little sneaking cloud; caught it in the act. And then turned on the headlight. With a horrible result for the cloud: Totally blind and somewhat burned it tumbled across the sky, just trying to stay above the horizon. The suns exploding outburst was just an instant reaction, and not because the sun really wanted to hurt any cloud. Especially not such a tiny one. That only wanted to return to its beloved village. So, all in all, it was an unhappy accident, more than anything else. Things like that happens. Sadly. And not only for clouds and the sun. It's a risky life! #castelodevide #sunset #justanothersunset #cloud #oneofthosedays #lifehappens #goingtotown #onecloud #blinded #settlingsun #accident #shithappens #beautifulcollisionisthewayiwoulddescribethislittlepieceofdramafromnatureseverydaylife (Usual one-off hashtag...) #laurieandthestoryof (As always: Is somehow connected) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Yes; he's in this too...) (her: Castelo de Vide)