Flawed Picturesque. Picturesque, But Partly. Or, Just A Thought, It Could Be 'still Life', 'stilleben',
Flawed picturesque. Picturesque, but partly. Or, just a thought, it could be 'still life', 'stilleben', out of order. Literally, not keeping still but moving. Not much, only causing some unwanted reflection. A tiny streak in a corner. If it wasn't too obvious, too easy, it would be a symbol. A picture of the never quite perfect life. But that is way too simple. We believe in picturesque moments. Life rolling over, playing dead. Holding its breath. Yes! That posture. Don't move! Don't blink! Don't twitch! Don't flinch! Look alive! Come on, make at least an effort… No! Catch that life before it moves. Kill if you have to. And get the picturesque before it goes into decay. Being rotten might be living. But the flaws could smell rather bad. In time, it'll all dissolve. Maybe picturesque? #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #picturesque #flawed #tooeasy #playingdead #stilllife #symbolic #decaying #being #aliveorjustbreathing #circleoflife #thisisjuststupidnonsensecausedbylackofpropermobilecamandtheresultofthat (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Picturesque)
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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)
Et utaknemmeligt træ.
Det er ikke det mindste trist. Det amputerede træ har det fint. Det garanterer motorsavene, og de kan ikke tage fejl. Træet selv er måske lidt i tvivl. Men det husker ikke så godt, lidt pludseligt, det er kun de inderste og ældste år der er tilbage. Den nyere hukommelse, den med grene og blade, ligger i en filtret bunke. Og det er ikke spild. Det kan bruges som brænde. Træet er lidt forvirret…
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https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/17/dengang-engang/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/17/dengang-engang/ "Primeiro Próximo Passo" is too strange a name. Even for the man that wrote the best book in the world. Maybe it's a 'taken' name as a writer? But still... Then again, for a portuguese it might have a slightly different meaning. Anyway. I'm sure that both Senhor Passo and Laurie has been at exactly the place on the photo. Mister Primeiro as living in Lisbon, and maybe Laurie did that too, earlier in her life. I'll ask her... In where I know she lives now. Not far away, near Estoril. So even if she only was a part-time portuguese, as so many in the Estoril-Cascais-area, she must have passed this place... I will remember to ask her! #lisbon #laurieandthestoryof #alfama #writing #fiction #novel #homeiswheretheheartis #illustration #inspiration #thisisanactualplacelikeinthelittlepieceofthestoryaboutlaurieandherwritingmasterandiamkindatrackingthembothdownandwritingaboutitundermyhuntandyesiwillsucceedonewayoranother (Usual one-off hashtag... Long one!) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel (her: Alfama, Lisboa, Portugal)
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“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
Vejret. Og julen! Og... Noget? Vistnok.
Enkeltstående udsagn og meninger uden sammenhæng. Rækkefølgen er tilfældig. Og iøvrigt mest for at sætte noget på en side, taste nogle ord. Ikke af nogen særlig grund. Ikke fordi det er nødvendigt. Det må det så alligevel være, ellers ville jeg vel ikke bruge tid på det? På hvad? Hvis ikke andet, ja så er det juletid. Og vejret! Dét kan altid skrives om. Det er et sted at starte: Livet…
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Good art doing good...
It takes ten times as long to put yourself together as it does to fall apart.
Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay (via books-n-quotes)
So don't fall apart like 2 or 5 times a life...
Status, igen, komprimeret.
Affaldsfuglene kradser stadig mønstre i det hårde lag luft lige over jorden. Det både ulæselige og ubehageligt genkendelige krimskrams må stadig være en besked, men stadig uden en modtager. Stadig ikke til at tyde, men stadig og mere nærgående vedkommende. Der er stadig lige langt til de tågede trætoppe, der stadig er eneste lille klemte horisont, og de forsvinder igen når de føler sig iagttaget.…
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Note to myself...
Hvis Himlen...
Hvis himlen var et bygningsværk, ville det sandsynligvis brase sammen. Så ville vi vade rundt i et tyk lag af blå splinter og trevler fra noget vat. Og der ville blive indledt undersøgelser: Hvem kan drages til ansvar? Hvem beordrede den himmel bygget? Fulgte arkitekter og bygherrer de almindeligt kendte beregninger for en hvælvet struktur? Og budgettet bør nok også granskes, der nedsættes udvalg…
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