My Map. My World. Here We Are. All Of Us. No Use Denying It. This Is My World, And You're All In It.
My map. My world. Here we are. All of us. No use denying it. This is my world, and you're all in it. More or less significant, mostly less. But you're here. It's my map. We're here, no escape. Like it or not. Probably not. Not much to like. Believe me, I've tried to get out. To get rid of some of you. To change the map. Even to pretend the map's not mine, not my world. It's a confusing map. Nothing to hold on to. No real landmarks. No "bigger picture". No statements to build an identity on. I know! You all of course have your own map. But you'll always be here too. Not that I care much. That is, come think of it, the easiest way to be. Not to care. How do you all think I've survived? Being on your maps? In your worlds? Only by not bothering. That I can recommend. In any world. On my map too. So, here we all are. Don't care! Be indifferent. It's easy. Try. Be my guest… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #map #abstract #allofus #myworld #mindmap #lost #notcaring #indifferent #yourmove #badcamera #mapping #careless #idontcare #sotiredofbeingonyourmapasthesmallpixelorpixieyoureallydontwanttohaveinyourworldbutaretoopolitietosayorasmejustdontcare (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Anywhere and Everywhere)
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Som var ord...
Som var ord…
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…
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For sure!
I can’t shine now but I’ll fucking shine later.
@poetpastry
SKYGGE & LYS
Fb-mm-farvel # 2. Ud af ?… (-Og andet på høje tid om ikke for sent…)
NB! LYRIK! Dvs IKKE [+X.XXX words]: BURDE være til at overkomme for selv den mest Fb-indoktrinerede “Alt over 10 ord er for tungt…” SKYGGE:
Hvorfor!
Sidder jeg ikke i skyggen af et oliventræ
Langt ude bag horisonten med kun cikader
Og fjerne klokker fra enkelte får
Der har fundet et hul i de århundredegamle
Stengærder der er…
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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)
And it's weird that weird can be both or rather all four... 😉
It’s weird that horrible and terrible are synonyms, but horrific and terrific are antonyms.
https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/afladninger-kulturmoedet-mors/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/24/afladninger-kulturmoedet-mors/ https://www.facebook.com/events/185974958606288/?ti=cl #afladninger #kulturmødetmors #mantelmomento #maxmadsen #danielmantel #flyer #commercial #performance #words #stage #nykøbingmors #fiction #andsoonjusttheadvertisingthatthewholeeventneverdidgetrightintheprogram (Usual one-off hashtag...) #showtime #whateverhappens #seeforyourself #unique #whatever #fun #serious #art #enoughhashtags (her: Kulturmødet)
GODT NYT ÅR!
-Uh! Her har intet været siden… Engang! Det MÅ nås inden næste år! Men… Det er ikke til at se en hånd for sig! Der er ingen horisont, altså kan næste år allerede været kravlet op og over og være meget tættere på end rart er. Der er kun kanten af… En sø! Det kunne være et uendeligt og farligt ocean med vilde vover og enmandssejlads tv-transmitteret, men det er dog blot en sø. Det er viden der gør…
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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)
We had our first of many definite final meetings at Stonehenge version '18. The last updates before a battle. That was no battle. Only switching to pure fiction. End of reality. Maybe like the druids in the past. If they did meet. If not, the more appropriate: Also fiction. I was a bit emotional. So close to my dear and loyal friends. Also the ones the story hadn't created yet: Dear and loyal. Like the "I" that was more me than I. Like Laurie, Senhor Passo, the whole gang. And the extras waiting for their cue. If the story would give them a line. We all joined hands and jumped into my pool of imagination. Well, no. Not really. I made that bit up. That's what I do. Only this time I was a little anxious. A hidden agenda in my mind. Or in. Somewhat stupid. A hidden agenda, yeah right: Not at all! It was in my thoughts. As my figures and the story. So of course they knew. No thought can be hidden among thoughts. Still, I wasn't sure how they'd react. Our story had to be postponed about a month. But hey, they knew. And told me, or I told "I", or… You know! The story would unfold and be alive anyway. No matter what matter. I rediscovered: The story was actually and always ahead of me. We, in front of that Stonehenge version '18, allowed me a short detour: https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/ I promised, during my being absent-minded, that I'd finish my "Part 4" of 'Klynk & Ynk': That WILL be posted… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #afladninger #udenfilter #åbybibliotek #laurieandthestoryof + #primeiroproximopasso (Will return; actually not away, just deeper in fiction...) #aakb #volume2 #maxmadsen #stonehenge #thisisjustacirclebeingclosedcalledAfladningerstartedatDokk1throughKulturmødetMorstonowÅbylibraryasoneyearofAfladningeronAfladningerifthatmakessenseifnotthencomeandseeforyourself (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Stonehaven)
Mental Styrke.
Prolog:
Slapsindet sygelig selvbevidst. Skam og fortrydelse grovædes af de store sorte fugle der lurer i de alt for mange cirklers brudstykker, der til forveksling ligner styrtdykkende datidssjæle, sorte også flokke, ikke til at skille fra de store sorte fugles knivskarpe mønstre.
Svigefulde syge silhuetter.
Mening.
Beslutsom og viljefast. Hov nej, kuling med vindrester af storhed. Småfugle…
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