This Photo Is Very Simple. Anyone Can Just Shrug Shoulders, Think 'ok, Quite Nice'. Or Not: Too Easy,
This photo is very simple. Anyone can just shrug shoulders, think 'ok, quite nice'. Or not: Too easy, too obvious. A sun. Some trees. The sky. A jet plane passing over. That's all. Not much, really. Nothing left for the imagination. No story. Right? Wrong! Very wrong! WHY would I post a good-for-nothing almost boring picture? There IS a reason! That blue dot! See? It's alarming! And very much so! THE BLUE DOT! Feared since the beginning of time… Insanity is certain! It can be the imploding of Facebook, creating a black hole, dragging us all into an unknown dimension. Back to a time before the stone age. Back to an analogue world! Or a sign from an advanced civilisation; revealing us as guinea pigs. Unsatisfied with our slow developing into full digital beings. Whatever: It's the end! Prepare yourself: Escape will only be a futile waste of your last minutes: THE BLUE DOT! Kneel and close your eyes… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #scared #threat #analogue #digitalalert #blue #insanity #theunknown #fear #fearoftheunknown #death #theend #doomsday #closingin #thatbluedotisacertainsignofdoomsdayclosinginlongbeforewearereadybutwewillneverbereadyanywaysowhattheheck
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VINGEFANGET. Bare én uge med hovedet under vingen… Bare én! Så vi kan passe os selv. Og passe på os selv.
Som var ord... (Uddrag:) Hov, undskyld. Der var lige et slip, et sug i maven, en bid afstand, en mundfuld tomhed. Et rum imellem eller et hul i rummet. Som en gammel radios vaklen mellem to stationer. Den svage knitren eller susen eller hvem der hørte det hvordan, var lyden af en hurtig men holdbar sammensvejsning. Eller en zappen fra en stor finger, sådan stikkende ned fra en sky på en skyfri himmel, det må man gerne tro. Det vigtigste: At få lappet hullet, lagt den smalle kløft hen under en bro, få vognen spændt for hesten, slutningen trukket hen over begyndelsen, hvordan det end dækkes til med klumper af ord: Det blev gjort så skånsomt at det næsten ikke blev gjort. Men det blev det! Et stearinlys der netop er pustet ud, har et kort øjeblik en lille glød på vægen. Dét hastigt svindende lyspunkt sender en tynd stribe op, et signal. Der siger at lyset er slukket. Men også at det kan tændes igen, uden at være gået HELT ud. Altså at samme flamme kan genskabes, hvis man er hurtig. Jaja, man kan altid tænde lyset igen, men så er det anden flamme. En ny og anderledes, ikke den der var. Uanset hvor meget den anstrenger sig for at ligne, og mange lader sig narre. Er man kvik, kan samme flamme gentændes, og måske var det hvad der skete. Eller noget andet, som den guddommelige pegefinger, eller hvad man vælger at se. Eller-eller, det betyder mindre hvordan: Det er nu igen muligt at huske i alle retninger. Uden at gå lige ind i en endevæg eller skvatte over en startlinje. (Forts på): https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=3714839511886745&id=100000821994936 ELLER https://wp.me/p419Yf-ub #mantelmomento #danielmantel #prosa #fiktion #dansk #athuske #RIP #hukommelse #erindringer #slutninger #begyndelser #atfåhevettidligerehusketmedsomhvaddervilblivehusketogsåpåtværsaflivogdød (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Between Dimensions) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL2A_BahmoJ/?igshid=jxjhuh66l2s7
EvigForårsGlad. Helt ud af det blå, kommer vores lille heltinde. (M//k selvfølgelig! Politisk Korrekset! Men hunkøn er hun altså, og glad for det.) Evigglad!
BLINDFOOLED. He's totally baffled. Once again. So confused, that he's glued to the ground. It happens so often, too often, he's beginning to suspect something obstructing his moving around in this world. The failure might be a wrong wiring in his brain. But it's hard to tell: Like thoughts thinking thoughts about themselves. Like a mind being scrutinized by itself: Like… Now this tree. Is the slight quivering at the top for real? Are the tiny twigs above actually trembling? He can't move past that puzzle. Could it be a reflection? If so, reflected in him or by something outside his hyperventilating mind? Or, just to make things more complicated, a combination? Whatever possible, he makes into a metaphysical question. And, as we know, anything is possible. The tree begins to feel uncomfortable. Being observed so close, it shifts and moves, uneasy, just to avoid that stare. Checkmate! Or maybe he just need new glasses… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #meltdown #wiring #baffling #foolingmyself #mindless #thinkingtoomuch #unreal #stupidtreeinmywaystopsmeinmyexploringrealityasifanythingisrealforreal (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: The Middle of No-where)
Not much to add... But: Only in Lisbon this is repeated several times; you can't miss it... Stenciled all over, like it really matters. It does! Whatever "pure poetry" is or means. It's important! Enough to be repeated again and again... In Lisbon. Imagine something like that in Denmark? It could happen... But ONLY as an Facebook-event; made by some more or less official 'organisation' or 'having-the-right-to-so' approved institution. And then you could buy variations over the theme; all inclususive a spray-can. Wrapped in some kinda smart looking "we got the idea"-(and copyright-)casing... Am I wrong??? Actually, I hope so... Really! "Pura Poesia" is just something sprayed a lot of places in Alfama, Lisbon. And it IS just POETRY, in its most pure form... Nothing else. Which is more than enough! Only in Lisbon... #purepoetry #purapoesia #lisbon #alfama #pessoa #streetart #streetpoetry #therealthing #writingonthewall #truth #nothingelse #repetition #learning #creative #whyithastobeinlisbonandinalfamaidontknowbutthatisjusthowitissadlyenoughbuthappilyformebeingtherewherethosethingsjusthappen (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Alfama, Lisboa, Portugal)
Dengang engang. Skitse med fejl: Fremtid indsat.. Han havde absolut ingen idé om hvor de var. Jo, efter over et døgn uafbrudt raslende i et tog gennem Spanien, var de endt i Lissabon, Portugal.
Skyernes Sidste Ord
Det er vrøvl eller direkte løgn
Skyerne er tilfredse med at være
Tavst tumlende rundt på et trofast lærred
Næsten som var det en leg og ikke tankefuld alvor
Og taler de til nogen er det
Ord de får lagt i munden
Af mennesker hvordan de så
Har fundet skyernes stemme
Hvor lyn, torden og skybrud så må være
Uformulerede udbrud der bryder rytmen
Så ordene må søge ly til der igen er plads
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Paulo Coelho
