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Mit Sted / My Place.

Video… Via Tidsskriftet Reflex

What a spectacular sunset! We almost didn't believe our eyes. Or maybe it was my mind playing with us. Or reality interfering rudely and a bit exaggerated with our little world. The day had been more or less as any other. As any day is more or less as any other… . For anyone and everybody. So-called real or called any- and everything else, like fictive. As, I guess, we'd be. But we had for a long time doubted those terms and what they tried to define. Not very precise, though. Back to the day, with such a surprising ending. Me and my friends, Senhor Passo, Laurie, the 'I', and our DIY-specialist, the 'he' that could turn into anyone, including a 'she'. And useful in any time; past, present and future… We had endured the normality of a normal day; quite an ordeal for us. For anyone. At this time of the year also the climate to add. All in all one of those days, where we longed to be anywhere else. And then this sunset! Unexpected, and not fitting the story. The endgame weren't supposed to take place here. What to do? Changing the story was considered too difficult. Though not written, as such, it would be all wrong with the four or five of us here, in Denmark at this time of year. I, as the master of us all, took a decision: This sunset was either geographically totally misplaced… Or fiction. We all agreed on fiction. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #novelinprogress #shortstory #sunset #meandmystory #fiction #reality #tobecontinued #prose #danish #thisisjustonemorepresentingmymaincharactersinthatnovelstillonthedrawingboardorinmyheadwhichisthesamesowtf (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: I Min Seng)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/foto-med-foelge/ (Prose, in danish...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/foto-med-foelge/ #fiction #prose #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (This time actually in the story...) #primeiroproximopasso (Senhor Passo also passing by...) #cloudscape #sky #reality #clouds #thispieceofproseisnotonlyindanishbutalsomostlyjustbabblingandclosetononsensesobehappyifyoucannotreaddanish (Usual one-off hashtag...) #picturespeaksathousandwords #whatever #autumnsky #mindscape #meandmystory #storyofmylife (This is actually beginning to take shape: Soon I'll be working on a full-length piece; yes, a novel...) #novelist #workinprogress #enoughhashtags #day #daysgettinglonger #beginning (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

FOTO MED FØLGE

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)

Afladninger / Kulturmødet Mors. DETTE ER REN PR FOR "AFLADNINGER" VERSION X / PERFORMANCE UDEN TILHØRENDE UDSTILLING: "THE MISSING LINK" MELLEM DOKK1 MARTS '17 OG ÅBY BIB FEBRUAR '18.

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/08/21/min-mund-min-verden-og-de-andres/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #lotsoffilters #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #prose #fiction #reality #unreal #words #shutup #voicesinmyhead #characters #meandmystory #meandmybrain #mouth #lipssealed #thruth #lies SORRY, PROSE IN DANISH... #whatifallmyfiguresfrommyneverwrittennovelbeganinterferingwithotherstories (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Inside My Head)

Min Mund. Min Verden. Og de andres… ADVARSEL! LÆNGERE STYKKE PROSA. UDEN ÉT OVERFLØDIGT ORD. FØR DET ER NØDVENDIGT... Min mund ryster på fingrene.

People will stab you, and then get offended, saying you have no right to bleed.

(via 3amsouls)

So true...

I think we've been here before… Sun breaking through some clouds, sharp rays of light, the usual stuff. Yes. Nothing new here. But wait! A picture tells more than a thousand words. Especially when amplified with loudspeakers mounted on high poles. Let's listen… Hey, you light, could you please tell your sun, that you're making an awful lot of noise! It IS quite nice to look at, agreed, but do you know how it sounds? Anyway, you could turn down the volume a bit; I think everybody's got the message. As usual. Now someone might actually be speaking, like with words, but they're blown away by you, and makes no sense. PLEASE turn down a notch or two; what comes out of those loudspeakers could be interesting for you too! Right now it just sounds like… What? Are you doing this? Have you really hired special effects? But yes! There's no real words. It's only dummies! Not a single understandable word, just poles for the contrast. How clever! Fitted with those loudspeakers, just to make that association: "That a picture…" Yes, we've certainly been here before: You're turning this into a competition. Pretending to use words! Only for a stronger image. Cheating! Overkill! Who in this world will ever believe in the sun anymore? Or that words are anything but a silent plugin to pictures? You've blown it out of reality and straight into fiction. Fool! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Yes, also her, somewhere) #primeiroproximopasso (Always... Hiding outside the frame) #specialeffects #unreal #overkill #loudspeakers #sun #notforreal #cheating #fiction #reality #whenthesunmakestoomuchoutofasimplesunriseandturnsitintofiction (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Not existing)

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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It was a perfect sunset. Clear blue sky, very slowly turning darker; just the way we prefer our summer evenings. Light so slowly fading, that it could be mistaken for stubborn wanting to stay. Or it's simply a bit too happy to see itself. Maybe it's human, at least in behavior. Maybe it has noticed how many pictures are taken during its settling. Maybe it looks in a mirror, and admires what it sees. As everybody, or some, or a few, knows and understands, are mirrors reflecting exactly what we want to see. That's the purpose of mirrors in this world. Anyway, while dragging its disappearing behind the horizon a few minutes extra, maybe the horizon being paid to lower itself, some badass misfits of clouds got tired of the going on for hours settling of the sun: So these few clouds gathered in a corner and came up with a plan. Not really for any reason. Just bored with that prolonged perfect summer evening. Without just a hint of a cloud to disturb the picture. But those few rebelclouds decided to *BANG!* show up with as much power and lightdisturbance as possible. They knew they were too few to totally block the sky, (what a wonderful dream!), so they found a spot where they almost could beat the sunset; with concentrated power look like a small explosion. And so they did. Enjoyed the moment of messing up that oh so perfect summer evening. It was fun! Pure joy! If a bit destructive, so be it! So much bigger was their disappointment. And disbelief: When most people looked up; "Ah, look how the sun reflects in those cute clouds, isn't it wonderful?" The clouds got so frustrated and angry. To hell with people and beautiful evenings! Those clouds are on constant alert: One fine day they'll get their revenge! And it won't be nice… For neither people nor sky. Just wait and see! Except it will be too dark to see anything. You just wait… #revenge #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (yes, she's in it too...) #primeiroproximopasso (also him) #angryclouds #summerevening #likeapicture #toomuch #waitingforsomethingtohappen #soboringwiththosehourlongtoendurebeatifulsunsetsthatyouwelcomesomecloudsmakingtheirownsmallrevolution (Usual one-off hashtag)

Tomas og Daniel er langt ude og kan ikke finde hjem… "Avantgardenparty" idag fredag d.4 kl 19-25+ Tomas Dalgaard og Daniel Mantel blæser ord op kl 21! Men dén færge ER sejlet...

Kattetur-retur. For en del år siden, måske helt tilbage til før vi blev ældre, gik vi en tur.

Kattetur-retur.

Matthias Bitzer

Always remember how much you have survived. Your world has fallen apart before. Time and time again and the rest of the world has still kept going despite the fact that you are broken. And after thinking you will never recover, never get up off the floor again, you have, dusted yourself off and carried on. If you have survived your world shattering, over and over again, and you are still here, a bit damaged, a bit broken but still here – you should be proud of yourself. Because that is no small thing.

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

So true... And still here!

NO! No-no-no! That is NOT right! It's the other way around: Tarmac does not burst up in grass! It is grass that slowly but forceful cracks up through tarmac. This… Thing, is against the natural order of…  Things. It's not normal! And disturbs not only the eyes, but the perception of reality. Tarmac breaking up grass; it must be nothing but an illusion! And certainly not a nice sight or thought. Do something! NOW! My brain got kickstarted, literally, bounced around my skull, tried to come up with a solution. Somehow I was responsible, though I didn't quite know why. Or how. And what to do… It didn't take long, though. To find a possible way through this mess. Quite simple, actually. If it wasn't 'natural', well, then I just had to change what's natural and not. A question of perception. A slight discrete change of reality, or view of. Putting minds at ease by introducing a grain of fiction. Only small alterations; keeping reality real… In their minds. Not making people feel as part of an imagination. My imagination. Inserting a few tiny changes without being invasive. They wouldn't feel a thing… And last of all being manipulated. No; when messing around with reality, and especially others, you have to be careful not being caught in the act. It was almost too easy. A few thoughts or rather ways of thinking, smoothly laid out as a filter on that tarmac/grass-incident. The relief in their eyes! The many faces changing from deep concern and disbelief to "ahh! -just that", and small recognizing smiles. Yes of course, the usual thing. When tarmac grows up through grass. It happens. It's the way of a natural world. Some slight nodding, and the high-pitched worried voices moved on. It's almost too easy… With just a little bit of fiction. I wondered if I should follow their new reality. Sooner or later they would see grass breaking through tarmac. Then what? And would it be my problem again? Guess so. When reality can't cope… #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/asfaltgraes/ (Long version in danish…) #tarmac #grass #reality #fiction #whatever #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso

Asfalt/Græs. Hvordan en fiktiv figur fra en endnu ikke skrevet historie kan blive manden der redder dagen...

Tidsskriftet Aa...

Tidsskriftet Aa…

Eget foto / Tænkt illustration / Bidrag til Tidsskriftet Aa: Nummer 2 / “SURREELT”: https://tidsskriftetaa.wordpress.com/

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There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/vingefanget/ (Danish prose, sorry... We're only bout 6 millions that can read that...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/vingefanget/ #stupidity #chicken #beheaded #headoff #survival #braindead #cover #sanity #shitstorm #adultbabies #undercover #fiction #prose #headless #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #whenashitstormofstupidityforcesyoutoturnintoachickenandgetyourheadchoppedoffjusttohideitunderawingtoprotectyourfictionalworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Under Cover)

VINGEFANGET. Bare én uge med hovedet under vingen… Bare én! Så vi kan passe os selv. Og passe på os selv.

It's a lie. That all your life flashes by. In your last minutes or seconds. You're just a bit surprised, and quite empty-headed. You actually have time to speculate. What should your last thoughts be about? You're almost paralyzed; your body rapidly shutting down. With some effort you spend your last few moves to get a picture of the sun. Beautifully letting rays through the treetops. Your last action is to post the picture on Instagram. Pressing the buttons drains your body, so now you only have your thoughts. And that beautiful image of the sun a late aftersoon. With or without your eyes closed. It's a nice view. And a nice place to die. You're quite satisfied with your luck. But what to think about... Ofcourse some family, friends, and partners through life. Then what? You don't know if you're surprised, or expected it. But what follows you and kinda keeps lingering, is those fictive figures. The ones you have played with the better part of your life. At this stage, they're more real than anything from your real life. It's no surprise, that what fills your fading brain, becomes pure fiction. Your last goodbyes goes to 'I', 'him', 'Laurie', 'Senhor Passo', and all the more or less important other figurines through the story. In the end, they're more alive than ever. And I can stop thinking; they don't really need my brain. That's a relief. And I smile towards the sun. Or they do. I shake hands and leave the party. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #fiction #prose #dying #reality #famouslastwords #sun #thatoneoffhashtagialwaysuseisinthiscaselefttomyfictivepersons (The usual one-off hashtag... But not from me) #andthendarkness #happy #smile (her: somewhere nice)

Actually / Originally:. https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/01/den-sidste-foer-den-foerste/ (In danish, sorry) ALTERNATIVE VERSION: "Rules of Engagement": In any sport, game, combat or war there's rules. Which, more or less, nobody cares about. More specific; as on this picture, the national favorite in many countries, and with big-time profit-making outsourced variants as reality-shows and e-sport. It's a combination of soccer without ball and Custer's Last man standing-VR-game, in this case between Team Partizan Fiction and Team Torpedo For Fucking Real Not Just A Name, with the following result: 758-2. Officially authorized by some whistleblower, then quickly removed to Guantanamo by a cartoon-platoon of US Navy chopper-born SEAL's. Exchanging some weapons and tons of drugs, why missing any opportunity? It's all part of the game. But Team Fiction, represented by me as their illusive captain, has given in a protest to the asian syndicate that runs these kinds of tournaments, and also feeds people and money into any conflict. With tweets from Trump as decisive, in case of democracy. That's always a good laugh. Comradely backslapping and -stabbing, arm-punching and -twisting, all in a jolly good aftermatch-mood, filling the locked changing cages with roaring like-laughter revenge-attacks and floating bodies under the showers, that just for fun are built as replicas of complete waterboarding-setups, even with the disguising hoods and groin-gnawing unleashed dogs. The protest, concerning a so-called goal among the genuine goals for Torpedo Reality; more exactly their number 357 and 359, was given to a random picked citizen in a random country in a random world: That shows the fairness of this sport. Suicide-bombers are welcomed players, as any mercenary or just killers for a cause. We, Team Fiction, are still waiting for the random outcome of our protest: There's a lot of honor in the difference between losing 758-2 or 757-2! Really! Oh my, I do say, old chap! THAT is sportsmanship! Honor for Fiction! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #primeiroproximopasso #laurieandthestoryof (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

Here’s a question for your soul; How many times can a broken thing break? And the Gods whispered: Let’s see, shall we?

Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)

Spot on...

Den sidste før den Første. Så simpelt. Så enkelt. Som en leg! Før apokalypsens 47 ryttere samler sig i dække af igår.

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)