Translation: John Irons © 2012 Take One

the mind is its own place and in itself can make a heav’n of hell, a hell of heav’n

milton

1 poem rain

here the poem starts rain over north fu there’s no doubt about it nen rain over its muni everyone can see cipality rain it and read it un over the water til the point where twenty four gene krupa at the sea like words have been used now a drumroll rain o nothing has really ver an upturned skiff happened in the poem yet that needs a coat of paint the not a fucking shit pattern of rain in the only one sure the sand it is rain thing is that the poem is ing from heaven it is rain being read right now ing like bloody hell

the poem is nei it is raining in ther true nor false – it is – like side my head it is raining the trees the birds and in the lucifer the sky it does not ian suite it express any particular truth is raining on televi but it does not lie sion twenty milli either it sheds light metres above the on obscure and inexplic road map it is raining this able intercon way and that way it nections it is the rela is raining in the tionship between the poems and in verse it is word and its object raining in the heart

for that reason the i have used the word poem is on the one hand rain more than a hundred times a necessity the rain doesn’t give hard as terracot a damn it just goes ta and on the other hand on falling down always more a mirror a piece difﬁ cult to ar of silver paper ticulate the rain that dazzles all the powers is falling the dandelions of the dark and check begin to close and mates evil on its i urinate be own cornersquares of ebo hind a large willow tree mix ny and ivory ing piss with the rain

2 ﬁ eld sky

if you come with me the sky is larger to odder an early spring over jutland than it is day in may where the elsewhere perhaps be light splinters the world cause i myself am into green and white you will smaller here in the open just before reaching space where there is no the town from the south beginning and there ﬁ nd a ﬁ eld on your right with fore not any end either soil as black and stick here where eterni y as bitumen ty in some way or and as rebis from your youth’s other acquires a complete magisterium ly concrete meaning

let that ﬁ eld lie as should one ﬂ y off to it is in its incompre god here from bulbjerg with a hensibility paraglider or no answer is giv on the contrary en to everything it is plunge the other way down in just a sign and a to hell? – i do not signpost towards a know and will hardly greater insight than that of decide it myself any reason let it lie longer as i used bathed in the light of to formerly when the dead and follow me deep every act took an entire er into the poem life to do or death

leave the gossip be i am playing myself hind you and the tittletat today it is a lot hard tle turn off the mob er than than you might ile phone no more non think – who for exam sense it is walpurgis night ple composes this i who you have your be is staging itself loved with you the while this is being anemones are gleaming written down on hotel pa at the wood’s edge like per and the great a purgatory lights of heaven are be scorching your heart pure – dammit ing lit in jammerbugten’s trans all man – it’s now atlantic mirror?

3 language god

can i have a hof? the vernal equi a what? – comes a shout so panes nox is here again deathly and glasses rattle beautiful out there the inn lady looks behind reason where sharply at me – of course she god sits illuminated knows full well what a in his lighthouse yel hof is – but here in low with easter in nørre snede can i have visible omnipresent a beer – here in nør in his immuta re snede you don’t bility out there give yourself airs – got the mes where the tide’s erasing sage mister smart arse the thoughts and the words

so do the dia out there where the ques lects cross swords as in a ven tions implode into nonsense: detta the waitress what is god? – who has answers completely created god? where differently to what i the bloody fucking hell is had expected ‘to god hiding out at day’s menu meat a time when storms and loaf followed by strawberries’ wars are once more raging through neither more nor less the world? – out there where to put it in a the answers shine clear nutshell take it or leave it – ly in the daytime and go that’s the way it is out every evening

not to mention the out there at blåvand parting short in the inn lounge and even farther out at nørre snede over horns rev where i notice that the the idea is knocked coffee hasn’t been put on into a cocked hat and ev the bill and draw at ery system gives way tention to the o out there where breathless mission – you don’t need to pay ness has completely taken anything for that your breath away out my lad – i mean that there where god walks a is just bloody fantastic long the beach every morning would you credit it collecting amber

4 mirror sun

a man gets out of i’m standing in nør the rail bus here in borris re lyndelse right now so it is not me for as to be able i am sitting op to write i’m standing posite the station in ho in nørre lyndelse right tel bundsgaard and am look now because authen ing at the man who’s ticity is the getting out of the rail bus poem’s breathing although the proof is and who from his ang difﬁ cult – so to le sees me sitting be on the safe side as the man who is sitting i take a photograph of in hotel bundsgaard the scenario

later on the same i haven’t lost my day i walk down the main street way and that could possibly and turn left at brug be the error of sen supermarket my ways just as there after walking for ﬁ ve min are the great necessary utes i arrive at errors did i for the house I have come example learn an to see I take a look in ything else in the quincunx through the window pane of cybernetics and i see myself than that i had learnt looking out inside from the absolutely nothing when glass of the mirror it really mattered?

i’m moving in the the sun mirrors it opposite direction – a self in the purgatory journey between two of the yellow fi elds mirrors refl ected of rape in the deep in each other like the su forgotten grief and unquench mer nights in the sky ability of i consider the the entailed estates following: what is the dif man creates his own heaven ference between the and hell here on earth now and the moment? – he needs neither god time’s purgatory or the nor the devil to take care double refl ection? of that assignment

5 road beloved

i sort of wake up i have got lost in a bit on the motorway the middle of djursland a between ejby and long with my belov nørre åby why ed have lost ori is it denmark’s most danger entation and sense of time ous stretch of road why perhaps my connec do most trafﬁ c ac tion with life on earth cidents and deaths occur here? like some astronaut going the lilacs are draw round a genista ing white and mauvish speed streaks bush almost like the across the windscreen very ﬁ rst time that i met can it be their fault? her and fell in love

but what about in i study the map autumn when the sun no long try and make it coincide er dazzles and the with reality – hard shoulder has been greenness with greenness made greasy by maple leaves town name with town traffi c sign why does this stretch of even though i know road between exits very well that it fi fty six and fi fty sev only leads into the frac en lead you direct tals of infi ni ly down into the ty i release my thirteenth song of hell to all hold and start eating my lunch of the poltergeists? out in the unknown

no one knows perhaps i have got lost in not even god himself is the middle of djursland a it the price of free long with my belov dom being paid here ed have so to speak just before the little belt lost myself for a brief mo bridge’s vault of heav ment or rather i en – or is it here have forgotten my the choice is made between good self as when i listen to and evil between speed carl nielsen’s commo and death urge – is it tio or kiss her here the angels fl y togeth and that perhaps is what is er over your life? fi rst fi nding oneself

6 memory thought

i wonder what it let me say without looks like in hørbylunde any further ado: – i nowadays – is it love padborg for a still difﬁ cult to variety of ﬁ nd the poet’s house and when reasons the large park it’s been found does the ing areas and the pull same blue glass globe gleam ins for the lorries so mysteriously in play a certain role the back garden full in my subconscious i can of azure from an hear diesel engines abandoned but still not found in my sleep and smell the ex collection of poems? haust gases from hell

or what about the it also gives me greenhouse that stood not far from considerable pleasure blicher’s grave full of to look at the large oblivion’s rot storage buildings that ten tomatoes already are spread out over the ter back then or the sand rain like lego bricks pit’s unpredicta in all sorts of dif bility on the terrace – ferent colours without a and the rail bus from ny windows full of skjern does it still con the surpluses of tinue to run on time driv capitalism and secrets en by libido? from beyond the seas

i turn down along but my greatest in hørbylundevej around terest is in the whole bor the magenta of der issue itself the sunspots – there the even though the bor house lies or rather: there der hardly exists any the house does not lie – longer – on the one i recognise every hand easy to re thing and nothing – also the solve just by crossing the bor memory changes der on the other the house exists on hand the endless ap ly in a poem that will proximation of thought and never be written irresoluble

7 bird stone

i have fallen hope i admit it it’s lessly and unreserved completely way out to drive ly in love with jut all the way out to land as only a hampen to write this person from copenhagen poem – but that’s what i’ve done can even though i and now i’m standing know full well that the in a ﬁ eld where i’m jutlanders couldn’t care less kicking at stones partly to and almost ﬁ nd it discourage festi ridiculous that val poetry and i swoon at the sight of the partly to pay my homage arch of ravning bridge to dr johnson

but now here i am i scrutinise the sitting here on ravning bridge stones carefully how beauti waiting – and what am ful they really are i waiting for? – the each one of them re show of the jutland swallows markable in some way or when they tear seconds other – one with a out of eterni medal ribbon di ty when like black lightning they agonally across its streak under the bridge surface another quite literally with an axe blow from take a copenhagener the stone age ﬁ nally i like me for a ride pick up a ﬂ intstone

and there they come with i let go of the the sun at their backs zero stone it falls to the ground – so ﬁ ghters from some o simple it is the ther world what a great rest is twaddle a many poems i’ve written load of codswallop or sim about swallows – you ply stuff and nonsense might think i was one at best habit or myself but for the fact that a matter of faith i get swallows hardly write into the car once any other po again and drive back ems than lemnian ones on while you are reading this po the blue of the sky em as a fact now

8 death ﬂ ower

i speak with the dead the seventh day of every single day – is there summer the sun in gemi anyone who does ni malachite and n’t? – the dead living silver everywhere or the living dead – who knows – we fi nd ourselves on stige today in the ce ø up in the sky metery at es the te deum of bønderup church where my friend the larks we fi nd ourselves in now lies buried un an area where der a yellow tea there are fl owers eve rose that i planted once in rywhere we fi nd ourselves on another poem a mountain of shit

what have i got to up here the bad breath say then? – not very much al of an entire civili most nothing at all sation is being not a fraction of aired from the pump what we talked about when he ing station the bad conscience was alive mostly of an entire cul smalltalk – how are things? – ture is becoming is it nice where you’re spending covered over with earth and your time now? i feel the poetical a bit ashamed it’s names of grasses al really no one but myself most like the carnations in i am talking with the twenty ninth song

do the dead speak to the poppy is waving me then? – in dreams or with the once again from the top and aid of mysteri the wild lupins all ous tapping signals praise be to that al and creaking sounds in mahog derman or that city mayor any sideboards and or who the bloody other stranded wreckage ﬂ aming hell it hap from the realm of the dead per pened to be took the deci haps but to be per sion to stop that ab fectly honest i solutely disgust have never ever heard a ing conduct paradise re single living word gained just for one day

9 time moment

i drive on towards i am sitting at the pylons of the great belt the moment at norsminde bridge that gleam so beau inn by the window tifully in the that looks out towards night as if they stood at the the sluice and am writing this entrance to hades poem to you – you bathed in golden salts do not know me and i pay my bridge money and i do not know you as is the barrier goes up most often the case i drive on towards in such matters no the year of dust in an a body knows anyone else zure blue ﬁ at punto when it comes to it

and the wind plays a nor does anyone composition of xena know himself and certainly kis on this gigan not others i ac tic harp a piece of tually believed music that comes from my youth i was one helluva guy – when the ferries used but i’m not and oth to compete with time er people imag even though there was plenty ine all sorts of things about of it back then and me that aren’t true but no one was the slight everyone knows who est bit interested in knows one fully down to the what became of it last hair on one’s head

that is how it is i don’t know when this with time the more one tries to poem will be fi nished nor catch up with it and do i know if you hold onto it the will ever chance to faster it goes or disap read it at any time (the pears – only in the probability purgatory of is very slight) but double refl ection does time it has been written for you fl ash in itself and and dedicated stand fi rm like moments to the precise m and light seconds of unfor ment when you are reading it gettability call it satori

10 poet fact

imagine: that you midsummer day al see me standing in assi most two hundred years later stens cemetery i am standing at late one afternoon the very spot where in september beside mi one of the great battles of chael strunge’s grave the spirit was fought in the process of and the devil showed reciting this poem with himself in a form of a the aid of a toy serpent or rather megaphone this po as a fantasy em whose refrain is: death or as a projection from is not a poem a fresco painting

this is the second in other words i time i’m writing down the a ﬁ nd myself at the site of bove poem it’s hard a ﬁ re where vindby to explain why but holt inn lay until i think it has something to about two decades ago do with the inner next to the highway most being of po between præstø and etry to do with its core fakse precisely at the if you like: the re T-junction where the petition that takes omnibus used to place so many years after turn off towards roholte on the poet’s grave back in the old days

no one can serve two i take a look a masters no poet can serve round there is nothing at all both poetry and left from back then not the public – it was a single fact there that division between the are no burnt wings nor are there two which killed you – that any broken lan abyss which quite lit ces only a bare erally cost you your life tree and an advertisement it was that clash be for tuborg – but the tween the two which tore ﬁ ght still goes on each you to ribbons michael and every day in every orpheus strunge single human heart

11 nothing fairytale

on again – this time well then – how are things! – eastwards in order to ﬁ nd are things ok at raade what? – the morning light gaard where my fami or the baltic sea – ly ancestors were i haven’t the foggiest scattered to the four winds at on ever onwards some time in the pre post-haste – up into vious century ﬁ fth gear as if i had to are things ok now that the get to a fune crenelated tower ral on time right out has been whitewashed and to the cliffs at stevns where all now that the walls have been cov thoughts come to an end ered with black glazed tiles

and true enough – there are things ok here and no further here where the in late june when the sky dazz altarpiece is the les like a purga sky itself framed by tory over the bryozoan and the chan docks where my cradle stood out cel’s plunged into the in the sunshine – can sea among stones and the new owners man bible quotations – the non age their default interest sense of the past and payments or whatev rubbish of the fut er they are called are ure – the needle’s eye of the things ok inside raade now pierced by swallows gaard’s steward’s ofﬁ ce?

and for the ﬁ rst and and you – how are things last time i climb up into with yourself – is your health in a pulpit here in order can you still old højerup church manage a real bon – where the altar is lacking er and how are things with your and where i now look conscience have you cov out over the no ered it with fast-act thingness and i say nothing ing correction ﬂ uid – are not a single word you happy and con can you hear me – i tent now that you have do not say the slightest re told your little fairytale motest thing – nothing about raadegaard?

12 answer everything

read this poem at there are no actual least fi ve times read it aloud clouds of smoke hanging above in two different grindstedværket black keys learn the three lines as a widow’s veil by heart and then take the train that might possibly indi to odense and cate some dies i from there take the bus rae on the contra to bogense then walk a ry small white clouds of excess long storkholmvej and steam whistle in con after that follow fi rmation from va the dike along the shore and rious stacks big containers the fi elds of roses and pipe constructions

recite the poem everything breathes peace at the small summer cottage and no danger danisco’s with the name ‘para fl ag is waving o diso’ then walk an ver the security other fi fty metres un it’s a long way out to the til you come to the dune plantations large midsummer bon take it easy there fi re that was not lit this sum are enough fl owers outside the mer and that therefore enclosure blue monks’ now houses vari st john’s wort and com ous bird’s nests repeat your read mon self-heal i notice so ing aloud right there there is no harm done

ask no questions pro the mosquitoes buzz ceed calmly up onto the the ﬂ ies get lost in your ear dike while continu and the ants keep on ing to recite the marching towards their poem as an echo in abyss on feet of quicksil your consciousness or ver the sky is o an almost forgot pening its great eye ten deja-vu after a catcher everything is under con bout a half an hour trol – paradise a walk båring vig cove round hell and the so- suddenly opens your gaze called whole of god’s creation there is your answer if you like that

13 picture summer

what button am i between two summer to press then? – i ask because showers we eat ﬁ llets of i want to take a plaice down by middel picture of my wife fart harbour – great god in front of the roskilde it tastes like peeing in your music festival pants fried to a turn the silver button and the ﬂ esh silky on the top she answers and soft some remoulade a click – there she stands in squeeze of lemon and a double sense in two rough-hewn slices the picture and reali of rye bread – that’s what i call ty in her blue cap the danish summer

now it’s my turn how we’re sitting between do you want me to stand just the two bridges in denmark’s try and be quite re machine room listening laxed and natural – to the constant hum my wife replies now that’s quite ming that is keeping the tur bloody difﬁ cult bine in action – trail but okay – click – that ers of various seems to have worked and there i kinds large and small lorries car stand reversed and up avans here denmark’s side-down when the pic tempo is decid ture is placed on the display ed here time’s measured with some it looks quite funny thing else than a watch

the third picture the and farther out the orange stage – click – heaven or sails are cutting off the cir hell you decide for cle towards eter yourself it could al nity while the pi so be a question of the lots are going aboard the projectors’ purga oil tankers and su tory where the mills perfos is sending are consumed by ﬁ re in a dark warnings towards the sky stench of piss or is suddenly the rain it simply angels starts pouring down a that are being sacriﬁ ced gain it was a bummer – it’s to their audience? the danish summer

14 wood soul

roseway waves me a let’s spend our holi welcome into the wild plan day in bilka supermar tations near stråsø ket or rema – i shall i follow suit say no sooner said and submit to the melan than done we drive out to lit choly that always tle big hell out at seizes me just be the universi fore the entrance to the large ty and mingle with the lost woods perhaps because bargain souls ﬁ ghting i know that i will for the joint of roast never see precisely these pork and colorado roast woods ever again? among other things

i abandon my and the next day we self to this antedated sink a further circle down farewell to this good in rema tusind’s bye that is being swamp of chlorine and said in advance and i search detergent where the miser in towards the pla ly buy in cheaply ces within the wood for the post mortem where the ﬁ re lanes inter of the next life down there in sect each other and the eternity beauty grows uncon of the cold counters tested in the tracks of great to the right of the toilet errings and errors rolls and soul cleanser

holzwege or irr but on the last day wege is what i think they’re of the holiday we stand called in another under superbrugs language the paths i’m en’s neon sun in following now because i broad daylight in purgato no longer rely ry and buy meat and on pure common sense a new leaf – tan our and i no longer believe souls you could say so they re that it can save and semble all the oth far less redeem man from his ers and do not no self-created hell tice the common shipwreck of their own perdition

15 art place

and the stage is set if you want to see this time in gammel estrup the most beautiful place in without any scen all of denmark come ery or other with me to henne trappings just like in real strand there they lie – the crown stones ity and what then newly scrubbed in their is the difference showcase of sea salt nothing apart from the split just waiting to be stared at second that separ and just waiting to ates art and life like be left lying there an atom of inﬁ ni in their natural ari ty in the moment stotelian place

the stage is set once the place as mentioned again and there we sit down is called henne strand where ad in the banqueting ult men and fathers hall without full-bot send kites aloft with tomed wigs and renaissance messages to god or just costumes just like an for pleasure and a attentive audi musement while their grand ence that is listening a children bore themselves half to cross the dark abyss death and women and of the centuries mothers spend their time like an atom of ﬁ ni indoors and colour their hair tude in the moment bright red with henna

the stage is set for who will get to hen the third time and holberg is na strand ﬁ rst – to the place’s being played as u female sex and time’s sual – only during male sex – isn’t that the intervals is it poss how it all hangs together? ible to tread these who will reach the goal boards on which the com ﬁ rst in the begin edy is being enact ning and who’ll come last on the ed or when it is earth in the end – is all over and there n’t that how it’s to is no longer any stage be understood? – who will get that can be trodden to henne strand last

16 heart question

from the one extreme i have put on a to the opposite to what mint-green shirt today that looks is an even love a bit like an ice lier place to the lolly but that mat centre of light and the heart ches in a peculiar of darkness that lie and casual way buried in kærgaard the colours found at klitplantage with the egelykke where every ventilation valves thing started in a of long arteries way two hundred years and the rusty wells of veins ago when the holy ghost from the trial drillings went and singed its wings

who dares to pick a was the day-moon then single fl ower in this en also able to cool down chanted paradise the soul and subdue which is so beauti the black thuja of ful that it gives rise to pain passion that continues to who dares to pick herbs fl ame with salt against here to make a kryd the naked wall were dersnaps in this realm where the the swallows able to weave alchymists of the the spirit into present have left their clarity and there rubbish behind deep down in by hold it fast in their dazz fairytales and myths ling fi gures of eight!

i never saw the shore those are difﬁ cult lovelier never saw the questions on a sunny day moorland more magni where everything breathes icent than here from peace and no danger graamulbjerget thirty met and nothing can be answered res up like a mir by anything but age i never saw questions – i pick up the heather ﬂ owering so a stone and throw it out and wildly as here where watch it sink through the it has conquered cap water till it reach italism and the re es the bottom of the poem bis of industry transformed into words

17 mankind past

wild horses at the no – that’s not correct southern tip of langeland i must take back what i have near bagenkop in said gunderslev skov an other garden is even more beau of eden than the one man tiful is the most beauti kind once squandered an ful in the country other paradise here where a ship of of turquoise than the one man stone has stranded in a huge laid waste and contin foundering between ues to sully and two eternities deﬁ le with nuclear waste washed up in the surf of net and with pesticides tles under an oak

childhood living is please stop oh wheel at easy to do and easi this outcrop of the past – i ly recalled in old say to my bike which age although that is i get off and then not the reason why i’m stand clamber aboard the shipwreck ing here looking at the time amongst haw the exmoor ponies thorn and groundsel con nor have i come here to be vinced of interdependence come a horse again via stones and years (born in the sign of connected to death sagittarius) or some only separated by other animal a single second

it is wild horses no poem is written that i have come to see and on a blank sheet of paper the innocence of but on other writ creation (sin calls ing it partly e for non-spontaneousness rases and partly intens choice and defection) iﬁ es no story i have come to see comes solely out of that spontaneousness which itself but from tradition – mankind neither can i’m literally nor shall return to standing on histor and wild wild horses could not ic ground writing on a drag me away prehistoric ﬁ nd

18 earth point

i wonder what the what’s going on here harvest will be like this year – in the depths of jutland on i’ve no idea e a thursday after ven though we’re driving noon late in the month around in it surrounded of july – here in the dark on all sides by com est depths of jutland bine harvesters here where not even the on the earth of lolland light wings of satan brush the moor with iron age bleached land with their shadow with the perseid what is going on meteor shower that fell in the here midway between bruuns and earlier summer night timring plantage?

and righøstgaard (the the answer is of other farm in the fami course nothing at all that noth ly history) we nthing in the slightest failed to ﬁ nd it is is going on not as if sunk in the corn bur a fucking shit no major ied in barley and world events are tak wet lightning transformed ing place there is noth into a modern pig farm ing new to report no po or a pig produc etry festival tion unit that smells taking place – the heather’s like hell even worse than the in ﬂ ower the wind’s blowing worst calamity otherwise: nothing

pigs also have their here are the coor own particular para dinates that indicate my dise and hell (more of position so you this later) their pur can conﬁ rm my as gatory of infra-red sertion for yourself – topo warm lamps their aggre graphical atlas gates for total im map 23 square hl mobilisation (spanish trehøje 102 m above coats) and their open sea level – there is shoulder sores pigs al no point i would rath so have their daily slaughter er ﬁ nd myself at this par house inquisition ticular moment

19 paradox rose

i have just at this there are no withered moment read a poem by fl owers growing in the beds a poet unknown for plants around chem to me a beauti inova (no dead ful and sharp poem fl owers) except for bitter one that concludes with these words: sweet nightshade and sea don’t search for beauty buckthorn on the spit look for sharpness i at harboøre even don’t know if we will fall out though they’re fertilised with each other or with heavy metals perhaps can reach some according to the factor agreement when i answer: y’s own warning signs beauty is sharpness there are no deadly manual for tour plants growing in the heart there ists and absolute begin is no hawkweed that ners – start off with the has been poisoned by forester’s house in cadmium there are only kronhede plantage close the pure dog roses to fl ynder church then of love even though follow the road to the west wind is blowing its elbæk bridge (take care not to banners of smoke in tread on the small frogs) over the shore and continue due east in over the large basins until you reach ildshøj and full of golden salts let yourself get lost there are no poison believe me – it is ous fl owers (no dead fl owers) easier said than done – to growing at thybo get lost quite by chance røn even though the is easy enough but sea sometimes foams like poly to let yourself get lost is ester and there is more diffi cult than a smell that’s suspi to think the thought of ciously stronger than that of thoughts because thought in that case fi sh no the roses will have to think its are still doing fi ne own basis for thought (and I won’t forget to put or to think itself to death roses on your grave)

20 meaning light

hvidsten – the old roy off we go then south al licensed inn and white wards down to the realm of light washed – knick-knacks copper where uriel rules utensils and ob not in order to jects i haven’t come to eat ﬁ nd a way into oneself country omelette with or out of oneself bacon not this time (that sort of tomfool but pickled herring and liv ery’s over and done with er paste royal free long ago) but to and a double ha inspect the windmills rald jensen – we’re visiting at rødsand that govern the memory motel motion of the skies

i have taken a evil comes from much time-out at this late stage in further off than we ima life so as to ﬁ nd gine does not only meaning once again – live in the human the wheat is blackening out heart does not only speak with over the dropping the forked tongue of scan zones i can see from dal and projections my window seat – someone had does not only reﬂ ect the to carry it out state of mind evil in reality some comes from decrea one had to die at precise tion itself and the poten ly the right moment tial that it contains

auf wiedersehen off then due south down and thanks for the meal i write to the midday zenith red in the visitors’ with arsenic down book not so as to over lolland’s rich be tactless or to act the rebis down to hyllekrog clown but so as to where a thousand swans demonstrate a back guard the fairytale’s wards saltomortale o borders (yes i said a thou ver decades language sand) go down there your and evil to cool self and count them e things down a little bit – ’cause ven though you’re not wearing a time waits for no one stinging-nettle shirt

21 name page

did satan ﬂ ee to was it here luci a mussel shell here on gjell fer plummeted onto the er odde where the vestas site at har light is strongest or boøre (listen did he sit in your own ear to the suite now in memor and whisper a load iam i’m sitting of bullshit to you in the shadow of which you then project out in a blade to be repaired be to the world a whole fore being attached heap of spiteful re to turbine number marks malice and venom at seven spending the waiting those who are your friends? time picking wormwood

do you take his name on the one hand (of in vain here in the age of what?) no human is capa capitalism ble of self-tempta where you can even tion on the other buy yourself off in carbon hand (beyond nissum bredning?) monoxide do you it’s necessary bow down in the dust each person makes an to get hold of alumin effort – though not sufﬁ cient – ium for every and lastly (on the thing lightweight do you last page of which book?) give way to the nasti it is impossible for ness within yourself? reason to save us

the battle can just later i have to as well be fought here at the admit that the snaps is too limfjord as it can strong which means it’s a in heaven or all failure dark and bit other possible ter like the distillation places – it is you yourself of an alchymist who are the battle with dregs that no di ﬁ eld it is you your lution can ever improve – self who are the boundary there’s no other so between light and dark – lution than to try you’re never able once more as is the case when to go beyond it only writing poetry

22 year truth

as if someone is bloody hell i have staring at me through the iv never ever in my whole ory of the fol damn life cursed god iage as if a neither in west jut deceased king is staring at land nor here in verninge me from a stone at even though i’ve of the edge of the wood ten enough really as if two thousand years have felt like it and i also no meaning any swear i have never more as if i ﬁ nd raised my hand towards myself in a green hell or heaven like a giant hogweed a green paradise and shouted abuse

it is mostly a and why am i con question of whether i choose fessing this which is of no to walk or cycle concern to any through the wood and the one? because it is bogland where a cloud of white but true and so what? – there’s so much terﬂ ies settle on that is true – for ex the picture and al ample that ruslan most cover the entire sur khrasbulatov was once found face or ﬁ nally as pissed as a newt alight on the co under a plum tree rollas of a completely here right behind the village different poem hall at verninge

green greener greenest it is not those kinds is what draved wood is in of truth that i am trying late august when the to clarify but sun sets in its pur more the truth in which gatorial ﬁ re greener i ﬁ nd myself one that is than reality more complicated dark green like a pho that the liar par tograph of chresten thomsensvej adox itself and that does in draved wood tak not mean anything en with a mobile in the world except telephone that has been made now and here in the wee small by motorola hours of the morning

23 wing garden

the cormorants’ king yet again we drive out dom on drættegrund bleached by onto the fl at fi elds of lol sun and faeces feath land yet again we ers seaweed and fl ot manage to get lost sam washed up like some small thanks in lolland’s labyrinths and from satan himself make no mistake a for the loan of wing bout it – it is and beak at the dawn of his hardest to fi nd one’s way in tory and the black invisible la costume to be worn byrinths but in spite at the banquets and feasts of of all that we get to rev capitalism entlow park on time

the cormorants’ king it is as if the dom of a thousand years that map indications and place we wade out to each names do not corres and every summer pond at all to the through the eelgrass and the mus road signs out here on lolland sel shells in order as if time and place to pay our homage had been interchanged to these dark trophies or stand or had been shifted in re ards from the roman lation to each oth legions that are air er i don’t know how ing their outstretched wings on the otherwise to put it – but outermost sand reef we manage to get there

the cormorants’ par ‘and as long as pho adise lost and annihil tographs cannot be taken ated this year sul in hell painting is lied with scrap metal absolutely nec and with solar oil from the essary’ and the same ap wake of the huge tank plies to poetry ers the nests destroyed i add on my own the eggs punctured by the tox account in this garden of ins of some new leg eden where freedom islation the co rules without being morants’ paradise lost and completely able to un annihilated derstand what that means

24 sun love

nearer heaven clos when i think of you er the sun than it other my beloved my thoughts ﬂ y wise shines here at ler at the speed of light bjerg where it’s over and thus bring time to cast today one hundred and a standstill as in eter twenty metres a nity even though bove sea level the you are standing right sea in which we bathed this mor next to me right now looking ning beneath anoth at the black sun of er heaven further swarming starlings a down the coast than where we’re now bove tøndermarsken such is east of baaring vig the motion of love

heaven is here and love is unpredict now in svanninge bakker able in its absolu hills so that’s been es tium but precise tablished – heaven is ly for that reason here and now somewhere or oth is also unshakable ther on earth – so now once it has been set that’s been established – and thereby predict whether you believe it or able because it never not or hell is though comes to an end or di there you yourself have minishes which means at least one ﬁ nger in the that love in every way is pie – and that’s a fact paradoxical

heaven piles up in whenever i kiss side the head with clouds that re you my beloved i for semble the cauli get myself for ﬂ ower of the brain so a moment and i it’s still summer outside and become the one i am just each and every one as when the starlings has a personal create their ﬁ gures heaven to take good care of in the evening sky and show and a personal god who they are – love hell to account for is completely in a personal autumn that vincible – who in the world is to be lived through can conquer a kiss?

25 darkness reality

if you have never autumn – rønnede crossed the kongeå river inn as if i ﬁ nd myself then now’s your chance a on the set of some long with me in the danish popular spirit from which all poe comedy – it’s him – a per try derives we’re com son who’s completely ing from the south in unknown to me says a dark-blue ﬁ at punto no it just looks like him – some the sky is sweet pea other person an in colour and it swers – it is me – is has just been raining – we’ll take my own line which i say with one word at a time lots of emphasis

skodborg – nine (kilo rest for each guest at metres) it says for exam table and tankard ergo ple on a sign – that bibamus – i con doesn’t sound too good tinue the ﬁ ctive but we continue even dialogue from a ﬁ lm i so through the second can neither remem verse as you can see ber nor forget or if you are still able to is it the other way round? read that is for it are we dealing with has started to grow a genuine quote dark out over brørup and that’s painted in neat handwrit klelund plantage ing on the cracked wall?

hang on a bit long autumn – rønnede er we will get there all right inn the double reﬂ ection only another of the light in the couple of lines and dirty windows a we’re there – then both the poem strange déjà-vu experi will be complete and ence at the sight of the kongeå crossed the hawthorn tree in quite literally just as the back garden the great e in reality lectronic ﬂ ash of even though you hard reality that ly had time to register it singes off every con but we’re over it ception and all lies

26 mother life

as far as copen up in the hills be hagen’s pandemonium hind jordløse lies the pigs’ is concerned i don’t paradise guarded give a damn don’t give by catchﬂ y and bush the city a pinch of sal es of genista – towards petre although it the east humanity sinks into its own and all its evil hell each night in utter fren prevail towards the west lie zy and reascends the large slaughterhou to paradise in ses – but it is here the morning in the sunri the sun’s reﬂ ected in the se’s purgatory emerald tablet

the reason why i no false romanti am revisiting my na cism – pork tastes marvellous tive town even so and bacon is in is partly because dispensable but i love its smell of io pigs are to be treated pro dine and lime in cer perly (they give their tain places that on lives for us after ly i know of and partly all) as they are up here where because i feel the they happily root urge to meet the dead around as clean as at various urn shelves and if they were made of marzi heaven terraces pan (take that allah)

like today for ex i repeat: up in the ample late in october hills behind jordløse lies at holmens kirke the pigs’ paradise gård where my mother more beautiful than resides under a thuja anything you could pos which burns like a black sibly imagine ﬂ ame of salt nourished almost preraphael by the gases of the soul ite in its primativi and the ashes of sm the pigs are not the body just as half as messy as long as the payments for the human beings are with all grave happen to last their ﬁ lthy habits

27 spirit freedom

birthday – the year of after one’s seven dust has been reached as light as tieth everything is for dust lighter than the tuitous i vague dust the heaviest ly recall though not burdens i have laid aside who once said it in the pre the heart stones have been vious century positioned in their and i am inclined book emeralds and rubies to admit that person is in theirs – the double- right even though at entry bookkeeping this very moment has been checked and balanced by i’m only three days past the the poet himself demarcation line

the most grievous sor or perhaps it’s more rows are overcome: childless a question of a kind of ness the failed marri freedom that i am ages the cessation unable to de of the family all this ﬁ ne more closely an uncon lies behind me i straint in individ am relieved the spi ual actions even rit moves more freely every though the law of necessi where in and out of ty naturally con everything it heals tinues to oper what reason and the intel ate along the long course that lect have divided determines one’s life

it is my birthday if that is the case as they say in the adver one’s responsibility tising ﬁ lm – i simp increases with age ly couldn’t care less since one has more be the spirit fears nothing ne come oneself and the spirit’s ver gives itself airs thereby been set free – moves freely every in that case i know where as it does today where something i cannot under it is with me in stand up here at pa stingsted wood light with desø church where the the darkness of november ﬁ rst snow of winter is fall and lighter than dust ing from paradise

28 second winter

reconstitution countless times i’ve driv in sædding recycling in en across skjern river both the spirit recon from the north and south quest so many years and my mother has later with retrospective straightened it out at some point effect is that a from the ministeri possibility al darkness and al is there any point in rais most emptied it of mytho ing one’s hand in some logical ochre kind of greeting in and now i’m here once stead of forming the devil’s more to cleanse myself in win fork with one’s ﬁ ngers? ter’s purgatory

the older we get winter landscape with the more slowly we move and out snow clear and sober as the faster time moves a steel engraving like a snap of the and without evil ﬁ ngers between two light years that belongs to man and can gone in a ﬂ ash ver not be understood schwunden our days have only combated been taken away before and rejected or that at we’ve had time to look best can be forgiv even though the hours en – i am crossing strangely enough drag slowly this river and this bounda by at a snail’s pace ry in myself too

but just look at this ‘don’t give me that’ says here i am standing on the a deeper voice from within highest hill with my me ‘you little prick’ – arms in the air like how do you tie a some hot gospeller who is knot in your thoughts how can you calling down the ho ever cross yourself?’ ly spirit and ben i haven’t the fog ediction on the poem giest idea – i reply via a photo but that is exact taken by my be ly what i am do loved in less than a thou ing while crossing skjern river sandth of a second at sønder felding

29 day word

there are days that are one might very well small and then there are days that get the idea i didn’t are larger than oth do anything else er days such as now than crisscross all today for example where of denmark while listening i am on my way to willie nelson’s up over the jut ‘seven spanish ang land ridge it is neither sun els’ if one didn’t happen day nor my birthday to know that a po but one of those vi et spends most of his olet days where there is a time boring himself to death hole through ﬁ nitude till the words arrive

and true enough i now that that’s been said eventually get to i have to admit that i kølvraa which is the am on the road once coldest spot in den again setting out mark colder than arsenic for the sandholm concentra colder than the two tion camp where the sun thousand refugee graves always goes down on here in gedhus plantage its wrath and the beams from the so cold that the heart searchlights revive once shrinks and evil it more the shadows of self turns into ice in light’s the eighth hell of another double reﬂ ection time in history

here life’s centre of imagine that i gravity is to be found register at the sandholm deeper than obli camp as a tali vion itself en ban refugee but closed with spruce and pine or the then switch to danish just like spirit’s trophies if that so as to de you like its chevaux monstrate my good in de frise here all is found that tentions and that i hand o does not exist that’s ver this poem as only remembered proof of my maste by god stone for stone aba ry of the danish language cus by abacus and literature

30 world shadow

if you want to see then the road to frøs the climax of winter then lev descends to the next cir follow me today cle full of mist and now that candlemas ﬂ eeting memories is green with turquoise – no there full of the evapora is no fallen snow tion of history as yet and the dead in the red barracks have not assumed power e where i poke around in the ven though their kingdom ashes of the spir is never-ending it so as to ﬁ nd ly large and full of the nick signs or evidence as when el of silences coffee dregs are read

let us pull the sky did my stepfather down together (taking møl really once sit in one of lehøj by strate these rooms in a stench gy) let us conquer of varnish did he paradise together (god really sit carving chess ﬁ g damn it) up here where ures or that spoon with the hawk is mousing a frog on it that (where angels dare) and the i later came across in sparrows are falling the drawer of his up here where the hoar writing desk along frost bites and the holy spi with an eleven milli rit scorches the heart metre colt pistol?

the millstone of the or is the whole lot universe (big words in a of it imagination little world) but why lies and platonic not? – there is nobo shadows – is histo dy who knows the midpoint of ry nothing except abuse the world perhaps it’s of power or pure precisely so rel coincidences ative that every single like that version of real individual ity that is shown is its centre – per time and time again haps the world revolves round this in black and white in the camp’s stone at møllehøj empty cinema?

31 night paper

on some days i am does heaven only christian and on other days exist on paper like some it is doubtful e etching in black and ven though i have been white like a later baptised and it is in the al reversion of the hu newspaper above man mind does heaven a very beauti only exist in ful photo of the night sky – a book bound in red leather and on some days i like a sutra or am cocksure and on in a poem that other days i haven’t the will never come to be writ foggiest idea ten or is it now?

on some days the spir i have written o it feels light inside me be ver ten thousand poems to cause body and soul clarify my re are in balance in lation to god – scat some way or other or take tered more than half a million up the same amount words around to ﬁ nd of space on some days some kind of meaning i seem to ﬂ oat around in but until now i haven’t a seventh heaven been successful at and on other days making any of i fall to the earth as heav it comprehensible not y as a gravestone even to myself

on some days i drive it is nature that out to padesø church in drives us on from peak to top order to ﬁ nd god most peak – is what can on other days i lose be heard from my in my way in woods that are cov ner recorder (a denon ered with snow among without a doubt) to emeralds and dou experience the ble reﬂ ections and for most terror of beauty – i con of the time i am tinue on my own tormented by my account though himmel own demon and by other bjerget is not as high as forms of devilry in reality

32 order snow

the sky is faded so i cast the dice almost a mottled seal-skin out over the map the re stretched out over my sult: vestbirk okay – mode of perception off we go again is it really not the sky through gammel rye – house for that i am seeing – sale yellow brick and the clouds are piling thuja in the front up – ‘time is pilin’ up’ garden further on bed and is it really not breakfast old men in my time that is pass tracksuits making for ing even though the time is death by ﬁ tness everything ﬁ fteen nought eight – sharp? as before – onwards

perhaps space is fem off we go into inine – always in a state the blue which happens to be white of rest materi now with hoar frost and alised in its posi snow into the un tion and time is masculine known over the gudenå always on the move river three times in concretised in its a row – lethe styx now? – perhaps these thoughts are way and phlegaton – thanks a load out of order – light right in the eye back ning ﬂ ashes that have on track along the gone astray over baaring bountiful river of pure vig – mere fantasies? coincidences

i don’t know much more i should have got than that have placed reason on to vestbirk and i arrive standby and in re in vestbirk late in tirement have become the day at dusk when stupid in a groovy sort the light is falling like mad of way socratic der lake so i have if you like will stick managed to kill two from now on to ‘mu days are birds with one stone at this mo numbered’ but happy ment if one under all the same lighter stands (or rather does around the heart as i once not understand) the spirit’s put it somewhere else isomorphism

33 things dream

oh dear lord is that a series of dreams all it is – the chasm in comes to an end here in re vissenbjerg is noth ality after ing but a hole in all these years and pic the ground full of ivy and tures from back then during the trickling water that war when my mother is foaming with wash won the great lotter ing-up liquid only a y house – after all these press sign pointing in to photographs of yours the attraction not truly wearing a even a funnel-shaped hole tyrolean hat and a deep down in the soul pair of short trousers

no acheron no well so this is what ﬂ ames that are capable of it looks like out here now out scorching the heart with side the electron saffron no dead po ic ﬂ ash’s purga ets with sprigs of forsy tory this is what ejby thia in their hair looks like sixty years no lost souls that are later completely doing penance not a sing different from the stage-town le shadow of a of the memory shadow and no de which was full of ap creation only an emp ple trees and farms in the gar ty blow in the air den of paradise

what a terrible a glitter picture thought that hell might not ex that fades and dissipates in ist neither here nor the smoke clouds from vest in the beyond – where forbrænding waste dis then are we to be consumed posal plant leaving behind by ﬂ ames or freeze to a true semi-de ice in all eter tached hell – a series nity where then will satan of dreams ends here on the car rule? – oh dear lord if radio and god only there were some knows begins with the thing else than nothing what rusty voice of bob dylan soever at all and the fall of man

34 eternity blood

today it is fri tuelsø by night day – and also the thirteenth the long stretch of the motor i don’t give a damn way sodium ex thirteen is my luck plosions against the y number i am passing windscreen curves of light out on the exit to blom the horizon the menslyst again this red rear lights we are i’ve done at least ﬁ ve hundred driving in the ﬁ fth circle times without react of the dark from pet ing but suddenly rol tank to petrol bingo – today is the day – tank among emanations and now it is time of exhaust gases

i take the turn off paradise and hell what is happening i won here and now there and always der in blommenslyst? – here for better or my fantasy is there for worse because placed in top gear am i deal mankind is composed of the ing with a kind of infi nite and the gadda-da-vida fi nite but is split apart from my youth a time-pocket into grass and fl esh full of emeralds into silver and a second of e blood end of story – ternity in the tempor and what is it to be then – al – or the reverse? it is up to you?

what am i to say hydrema – i read that nothing exists and that as i pass by stat oil and nothing happens that shell still whose scallop would of course be shells have managed to an absurdity – and so survive the crises of cap i write this down: that ital further a blommenslyst is not long the way there are a town and close to other parables other thy it won’t be found and that slogans knives and forks is everything i’ve trees and toilets the grasped about this strange place i’ve whole long refrain of the dark just passed – go in peace tuelsø by night

35 moon silence

satan we used to why is it that there call our woodwork and gymnas are no holiday adver tics teacher at so tisements for excur rø academy sion trips to rold skov he had a bald patch (moon) and forest? because silence reigns wore plus-fours and a in rold skov and mer jacket with half-belt ciless nature a he used to deal out head-knocks bandons you to yourself and wild arm-swings and light because the para ning embalmings – on disial spring wells one occasion he threw a up deep inside the forest joiner’s saw at me amongst the heartbeats

nevertheless this i don’t know if the selfsame teacher saved me from scenic marguerite route takes being expelled by you into rold skov pretending not to but if you follow have seen me (or did he not me from rebild bakker a pretend?) when i was long lindenborg riv once playing truant er you will know which and had hidden away in spring i am talking about my room the only even though i can thing he then did was not at the time of to deplore the utter dis writing recall its name – what order that reigned there on earth was it called?

i have undertak i must make use of en this digression in time one of my life-lines and mail so as to open a friend here is his up the possibi more than somewhat cryp lity that the real satan tical reply: i can’t re might perhaps also member the actu display some form or al order but we other of mercy at the were both at kousbækken ravn ﬁ nal moment – tell kilde and at blå me now how old is høl – so it’s very it i actually am much up to you to decide – at this point in time? ﬁ nd the spring yourself

36 house glass

casa paradi on the road again so lies down at saksild strand newly shaved nails nice and clean behind a hedge of glass lenses polished sea buckthorn at an the mobile phone switched y rate in the imagi off – on my way to spentrup nation it is paint where the last snow is ed grey and impreg lying i do not nated with lysol and red know how it is i know it lead i’ve no idea but that makes it mauv who lives there either ish in the shadow now or back then or for that and burning all at once like matter tomorrow a dead person’s mouth

it’s a summer cot and just like light best tage i assume because i conceals itself in light sat haven’t been able an conceals himself to localise it most cunningly here yet – a place where we meet all in the church as the serpent those who are dear to in the mural a us once again (per strange palimpsest un haps it’s as simple as that) covered then recovered a a jenseits that lasts gain and again by for exactly 254 truth and lie by both seconds as in stockhau the imagination and sen’s opera light great revelations

take out a patent on the road again for the name before some oth homwards again back to where er citizen does – i original an old man shouts af ly came from past the ter me he doesn’t know what skejby death factory and he’s talking about even further than and my answer’s just that with a worthless a poem – perhaps it’s as sim zinc coin under my tongue ple as that: you walk past the large transform along the shore one er stations (the great ﬁ ne day and don’t discover ﬁ elds of spirit and lightning) at all that you’re dead on the road again

37 mind reason

electronic tues i’m standing at gab day sound bombs over the air et east of the spit of en salvoes of notes from ebærodde to the radio – what celebrate the re in the world am i to say – lation between thought and the nobody is able world or between lan to hear it after guage and the world to all and that is the reason pay homage to this insu i write: vigersted – perable distance and also since i this gap which only happen to ﬁ nd myself right poetry is capable now in vigersted of leaping over

i don’t have an au because the rela dience only a reader tion between the gap the gulf who today is you (call it what you like) who at precisely is itself thought is this moment are now reading itself language – but right at this poem – but i this deep abyss there must say things as they therefore grow the wild are you are reading the wrong est loveliest ﬂ owers – grow poem the right one poetry’s blue ﬂ ow hasn’t been written ers in honour of yet – my apologies for the paradox of the in this technical hitch comprehensible

i have a meeting and that which neither with death this tuesday but the reason intellect nor cog church happens to be nition comprehend closed and there is too (this inﬁ nite ap much restlessness in the air proximation towards all there is too much noise sorts of things or no and jetlag of the thing whatsoever) mind too much swirling of the that poetry grasps at a holy spirit – sor single leap a sing ry not this time eith le now a single er i turn off the radi poem bound up as it is o and the poem with the eternal

38 ﬁ re pain

kommunekemi rafael is bra at number three lindholmvej zilian halfway at an ninety thousand tons y rate and connec of refuse shit and scrap ted to me by strange the result of gluttony family ties because i reprocessed into once loved his pater new energy and nal grandmother a megawatts which in turn pro hundred years ago – there is duces new refuse no blood between us sulphur and tar in no ﬂ esh and the fact a never-ending spiral of the matter is i’ve ne of ergs and ashes ver seen the boy live

but that aside – that only in a pho means i’ve fallen back into tograph where he is standing my former passion: in a garden a what a ﬁ ne temple mong bright-red roses it is a black acropo (they look as if they might poss lis a brightly glea ibly be queen e ing ilion built lizabeth) along of steel aluminium with his step-great-grandmother and the proudest pro down in haarlev in jections of the en south zealand that i tire twentieth century have actually passed through what a camelot on some occasions

kommunekemi and now i am do at number three lindholmvej ing so again i’m driving underground with ﬁ re through haarlev in a over ﬁ re over strange déjà-vu full purgatory and the in of a pain i’m unable cineration of to explain unless chemicals pneuma it’s due to a long and great ideas that ar ing for the grandchild that i blown away like smoke never had myself clouds out over the but have to make do great belt and repressed in the with imagining to my collective psyche self in a picture

39 tree spring

the cormorant is the slurry month with satan’s bird it’s said even its sudden stench of gorgon though its eye collects zola a hell in a kaleidoscope the north around søn of precious stones and its gaze dersø and yet people nev is edenlike e ertheless assert ven though it ﬂ ies that money doesn’t over totality’s more smell nitrate ammoniak than ten million years phosphates and i shall and though its name in come after you – the itself is a poem: phala black gold of alchemy will crocorax carbo do at any rate

so there it sits up i am talking of in the tree of knowledge at course about april the cold brændegaard lake and est spring month and whit the trees are withered er than loboto and chremnitz-white with faeces my when the blackthorn and si as is right and prop berian crab (pa er when speaking of radise apple) are the alphabet of death – is in blossom in the mirrors it the cormorant of morning i am that steals from the ﬁ sh talking about the ermen’s nets or the reverse? month when most people take their that is the question lives in broad daylight

and you’re to answer the slurry month when that since i’ve used my other everything starts again from lifeline: to ask the scratch despite grief and audience for ad deaths in the fami vice (my reader) and you’re to ly despite the sound of the send your answer to second scene in the the danish orni opera this mor thological socie ning being: gah gah gah – des ty or also to pite the fact you are the ministry of the last of your line the environment højbro despite the stench and the slur plads number four ry all is reborn

40 sonata totality

sonata for ﬁ at each day is the day punto or grande i should of judgment in a way – there perhaps say accord are no exceptions ing to the commer each day you have to cial ﬁ at grande punto that relate to the totali takes us through country ty your life is which and town and through the is impossible poem here along this line since you’re yourself part of that to ewalds høj not totality – so far from rungstedhavn each day calls for a with the pull of one hundred decision based on the in and twenty horsepower comprehensible

should i let myself there are no short cuts roll down the hill like an eas and no cat ﬂ aps for that mat ter egg and get smashed ter so it serves no to pieces just like purpose to go to the poet himself once did? skamby for example and instead i doff my study the runes on imaginary the glavendrup stone hat at his verdigrised bronze so as to escape from your proﬁ le who knows a self – the ego comes bout ewald? neither along too like the i nor he himself nor oth pixies in fairytales – the ers than god himself ego stays with you

what now? – onwards the day of judgment once more i presume – i can’t is each day in a way – there simply remain here is neither an ab even though my be straction to think your loved is with me dressed in self away in nor a re a chinese jacket ligion to disap along other roads pear into no con with syntactical bends on cretisation to become four cylinders and one with the choice is non-leaded petrol absurd and unrea goodbye johannes ewald sonable what is it to next stop: nowhere be – heaven or hell?

41 star book

while my wife is buy i meet up with my ing spring ﬂ owers at the gar poet friend from braband and den centre in mo we eat lunch togeth rud i am reading er – i write my po the local newspaper in et friend – but is it possi order to kill time ble for poets e there are no dead per ver really to be sons i know – mostly perhaps friends in their idiosyn because everyone cratic hangover (most of them) i know shakes? they do not are already dead or do even read each other’s books – not come from funen only skim them through

and believe me what what i wanted to i am telling you now is say however was that his no lie but the ab poems and mine have solute truth: also somehow started to in order not to feel bored resemble each other to i fold the newspa a greater extent per into a pa not just on the sur per hat perhaps also in face and not in the deep struc order to refresh tures either but in this origami some strange and inex of the spirit that connects plicable way like a rose old age with childhood petal on white wine

so here i sit wait is this due to our ing in my own personal selves or something in the pre malebolge dis sent time something sub guised as an admi jective or object ral and suddenly there comes ive a pattern in language my beloved with or what i believe her arms full of hy myself: that poet acinths campylium moss try’s in a way the spirit’s and daffodils that form of appearance? will very probab i leave it at that ly scare death away with their ‘it is the spirit’s form of yellow danger sign appearance’ – good grief

42 existence sunday

i have simply got now that i am e to use my last lifeline: as ven so on ærø in some always the comput other connection er has saved my bac (not in order to on when it comes to the out inspect the newly laid out ermost poem – the golf course out at næb choice is between the bet) i might just as words ‘silver’ and ‘existence’ well start by paying homage from the hyper gloss to the old poet ary ﬁ fty-ﬁ f or rather to the ty the result was exist statue of the old poet ence silver was scrapped in front of the church

alright – so i ap my reason for be pear (assert my true nature) ing here is to take part in in gjerrild church in a normal wed order to cele ding a quite suita brate the fall of lucifer ble event for airing the from the mural heav poet’s posthumous en once again on reputation which his bat-like wings that are not has precisely to do with much larger than the indecency on garden parasols we the edge of a bed have out in the garden on in connection with a quite our own sun terrace different wedding

as if the fall on and just remember ly occurred once – every day you old womaniser and we fall back down a you great charmer – just again one milli remember who it metre closer to that earth was that completed your work we one ﬁ ne day will hexaëmeron be reunited who it was that round with the earth from which we o ed off the six days with the riginally came sunday on the sev as on a stage be enth day four hundred tween the genista bushes years later just remember on one day in june that you old arsehole

43 example body

one day in para ‘lekamen’ is the dise costs seven in hell the swedish term for body – a old saying has it – bit more poetic check it for yourself than the danish ‘leg to see if it’s right (in both eme’ perhaps because it one way and the oth rhymes with cyclamen – er) or ﬁ nd your own or whatever – at formula for yourself square any rate i couldn’t re your own accounts – how sist the temptation many kisses does but had to confront it take for example to my body with its lord and counterbalance pain? master: mister death

and how many times köttet köttbulla must you listen to sound of köttgrotta (why’s it all to a rebel in or be in swedish?) the der to drown out all lusts of the fl esh the the junk and bullshit the air frailty of the fl esh the way is full of how many of all fl esh the fl esh notes do you require clings to its bones for you to be able to in the desert of old age hear silence once more? my stepfather said play outlandish now just before he died it’s like waking up even but it’s the fl esh that brings re though you are awake demption i say now

one day in para and into the bar dise is better than ten in gain on horseback death on horse hell our personal back here in bregnin motto has it on ge church on his way this wednesday where we have de out of the mural with his liberately got head on a pole and lost in the enorm at a pure amble ous labyrinths of lilac like yon pallid horseman in down at fangel so another poem or that we can escape like some clint eastwood from intellect and reason or other in a cloud of and into the heart nickel and crystal

44 hand evening

i’m really sorry praises of the dark about having to write the shall also be sung the eve word for spirit (ånd) ning dark under the once more but what else lilacs the dark in can i when that is what i side your own heart god mean although it’s as after all also heavy as a jack created the dark et potato in woolly and the seven nights full of coms – what in the world dew and bronze reliefs am i to call the full of shadows – did holy spirit otherwise god also create the dark here in bellinge? ness of hell itself?

i’ll say it once a i’m on the point of gain to avoid any mis believing that there is more understanding loud dark than there is light and clear without car let’s begin on a rying on without stammer small scale – within every grain ing and so as to of dust it is dark underline the power and in every a lessness of thought and fall tom or in all tins with lids of the intellect that shut completely i will write it with tight not to mention no trembling of the hand (hånd) the darkness of thought and that å and n and d of the universe

lighter than nothing saturday – we say and as heavy as every or sunday – not saturnight thing the spirit as or sunnight and why scends from the ceiling of is the dark only the church in a whole host of found in one single church in mortal colours to denmark depicted intermingle with in østofte on anything at all – yes ex lolland to be precise al cuse me but that is though the dark in a what the paradox way really deﬁ nes sounds like in its most irre the light – do we actual concilable form ly suppress the dark?

45 cloud grass

gabrielsen was telephone from the the greengrocer’s name in or hills of paradise full of drup many years a crackling and inter go – gabriello ruptions – hello can we called him – he kept a good you hear me hello what are watch on the lettuce things like with you is and radishes safe it raining? – the sun’s guarded the celeriac’s shining here – is there a lit heart of stillness light tle lake you say – with ning and balance and grass and marsh mari would announce the brussel sprouts golds? – i can’t remember them – every single year hello hello a h

i used to be his the connection is delivery boy for quite broken my beloved’s voice a time used to bring disappears into the benison of the bornholm granite carrots out to the wives of i have sent her over there various direc myself in order tors and to receive to realise a my tips while in all secre strange project one that is based cy i used to hum on the idea away at les oi that she is to re gnons and sidney bechet’s so live my childhood memories prano saxophone during her lifetime

why am i telling does the boarding house that of all anecdotes in ‘romance’ look as i have told the middle of all her that it looked like – this? perhaps because as it once was and the man’s name simply was gab hammershus and the rocks called rielsen or be the lions’ heads? – if i cause the moment be had gone along too comes nothing but a blind point i would have infl uenced the without its past an fi nal result in empty fresco with stead i have paid the the clouds of eternity sum of fi ve thousand kroner swirling round it for these three poems

46 salt sea

ascension day at lindø thursday the hejlsminde dragonﬂ y kites twenty-sixth of may at e of every hue ﬂ ut leven thirty-sev tering with nylon en the shipyard spreads on their way up towards the out its trellis-work of vine- clouds in double loops leaves across the sky with small messages the cranes stand guard like and prayers attached edging dragons over their heaps of their way along the scrap metal in the lines to god in the treasure chests of the frozen paradise of whipped dry docks brooding over their cream and aerosol golgotha of rust

in the meantime we at dock number four are left standing on the beach the container ship maersk gery where we leave behind on is being towed our footprints in the out on its maiden sand i with my lloyds and you voyage to serve its master with your adidas on the seven seas trainers like two pill of capitalism ars of salt between the dog and on the sea of baal and roses – ‘the bird has the sea of jason ﬂ own’ – i say without ploughed through by furrows completely knowing what it of wake that are white as lil is i mean by that ies of the valley

ascension day at from another quart hejlsminde with a delay er i hear (am informed i of one week and so think it’s called) that the what? – the day isn’t whole caboodle (al ﬁ xed but varies from one year so known as odense steel to the next so a shipyard) is on its nybody can rise way down the switchback to heaven at any time of trade conditions person in a scent of wild ally i don’t give lilacs – and the whole a damn have enough thing ﬁ tted together far to do making up my po too well anyway em here at the fjord

47 wind morning

yeeah – let’s go out to but satan forgot the vollsmose part of town his old sword acero di together and see amante which sits what’s cooking let’s go concealed in the ceil out to the table of ba ing and it’s on this he will bel in the midst of cut himself and lose diversity right both his hands – he for now at whitsun come on come got about love and it is with me in the po on account of this em and the spirit – he’ll lose his power come don’t be afraid outland and not rule over people’s ish says the soundtrack hearts any longer

come on then – it does this is only a n’t cost anything (as it brief summary - see the whole does at the zoo strip cartoon for your logical gardens self in ørbæk church opposite) you’ll get a free (open weekdays from six a peek in behind the m to four pm) headscarves the wind is take your beloved greener than the saudi-a with you to the cinema rabian ﬂ ag and and sit in the back the election post row down near the or ers are just the same as they gan and experience the are everywhere else psychedelic show

what did i tell you – or even better there is nobody who’s throw take part in next week’s divine ing stones at you no service (perhaps tri body slitting your nity sunday) and tyres nobody scratching the enjoy the work of the clog paintwork nobody painter in the morn insulting you or ing light while receiv your wife no cursing of the ing (what on earth is the name holy spirit there of it again?) vi are not even a no in veritas ny grafﬁ ti whatsoev or just the opposite in er on your poem vino veritas

48 silver eye

taulov is ju-ju the cock pheasant crows for the mind there is no sil three times before we leave the ver in taulov no forest chapel at poetical crap langesø and sud in taulov no bullshit – there denly it is midsummer is not all that much and no single eye to think about in is dark any long taulov the railway network er because the light has had and the motorway one helluva vic system become in tory as in some terwoven in taulov – and old black-and-white shakesperi that is just a fact an ﬁ lm or other

nothing to worry the year’s longest day about in taulov your thoughts the honeysuckle smells strong go at half speed in er than iron the taulov only facts elder sweet’n sour count for anything in tau with sulphur – the deal is done lov – the power of thought with the selfsame death may the saints preserve that nourishes life us by the way – the power of i have pledged a pound of ﬂ esh thought is precisely a little ﬁ nger its powerlessness to and a big toe – so see its powerlessness to know god damn it that ought to just that it knows nothing about do the trick

what balm it is to i don’t know – do you? ﬁ nd oneself in taulov goods but this is not the time for terminal one af either anecdotes ternoon with silence or aphorisms burning down like a purga so i’ll have to make do with tory of rust and the poem here as diesel oil along a kind of signa the series of self-evi ture for something i don’t quite dent answers and the know yet in the short only relevant est night full of light question is: what the fuck is and magic and the smoke from going on in taulov? distant summer ﬁ res

49 path water

the paradise of i eat too many thieves has been closed down now here salted peanuts on my way at hedeboer to blaavand and i ne with the aid of have become just burglar alarms sensors and as old as jørgen leth – what dire invocations the hell am i to that pour scorn on e do? – michael jackson’s vil before it ever breaks music doesn’t say a blood out and sets the nerves y thing to me eith on ﬁ re as the fuse er even though he that leads up to the brain where has just died – too much rhythm it will then implode box too little beat

proclamation to blaavand revisit all thieves and robbers – there is ed there it lies three years and nothing more to be two hundred poems fetched – you’ve stolen ev later like a re erything you thought to be of versed déjà-vu of something value: ﬂ atscreens jewel i am unable lery whiskey or to recognise e namental weapons and my ven though i’ve been here before sword (which it also even though i’ve con has but in anoth sumed various lunch er dimension) and you for es with salted smoked dabs and got the computer snaps at blaavand inn

as mentioned there is jawohl – so geht es nothing more to be fetched now ordinary entropy who is there that can und alles ist weg steal the wind through the zimmer frei neu grass or the large rectangles germania and so what – no that are full of o thing can go on re range-ﬂ owered hawkweed sembling itself for who is it that can steal the ever not even blaavand paths down across heart although the dog ros land or the rain that es down on the north falls coolingly and violet beach are holding their own and down onto the heart? the waves and the sand

50 take two

though not but by the spirit understood

milton

51 moment picture

i hear the angels the juelsborg buffet lunch exactly at the moment almost the same as ever we’re driving into herring hard-boiled eggs hurup (this is more liver paste cheese and due to coincidence than a thermos of coffee you it is to timing) get the squitters but i can hear the from seven slices choir of the angels and not or dark rye tuesday scents from only that hear it inside the park’s ro singing in all lan sa mystica the guages in english german only change is non-alco chinese and hindi holic beer – ye gods!

it is strangely mov the possibili ing and as beautiful as ty is then discussed whether hell when the angel the bottom line in of light breaks out in an eventual arabic: malaku al- indian ink drawing of nur which i don’t un the main building should derstand the meaning be positioned so of just as the word ‘jælper’ high that the surface pronounced by a lo of the lawn is reduced and cal women subse by so doing does quently turns out to mean noth not leave too large white are ing more than heltborg as in the picture

and while we contin ﬁ nally a pho ue on down towards the lim tograph is taken of the fjord the one tutti detritus: three al choir after the oth uminium tins er starts up over the ste a can plastic plates and cut reo system through lery as well as which the angels have metal mugs (which are apparently decided probably of stainless steel) to communicate et voilà: natu at present – heaven – re morte of the water and sunday angels sixty-fourth of those lunches in a procession in the great outdoors

52 question silence

what’s the meaning of i listen with rapt this? we’re stuck in a queue at attention to the silence the little belt bridge that lasts exactly what the ﬂ ying fuck one minute and thir is the meaning of all this ty seconds (ausblende mit ruddy shit? – what com stille) and then all plete and utter prat’s hell’s let loose again gone off the road again? – why which means: noise and a fearful the hell am i swear racket from the mo ing all the time? – who’s torway or from re the nitwit asking? – what the ality itself if that fuck is the meaning? sounds any better

we turn off at ej i’ll snap my fi ngers by in the direction of at silence and other sub brænderup – there are species such as dumbness answers enough in ness moroseness or the world – just look out of the death when it comes to that at front windscreen where trees any rate now when and houses and fi elds it’s being given and fl owers and grass pile up the works down towards aakjær in one’s fi eld of vi what a sound – i’ve no sion there are answers idea about enough it’s the questions that decibels and frequencies are so hard to ask but what a great sound

and i guarantee and now to the in you that you will also fi nd ner silence – good grief how un answers in this col savoury can it lection of poems be? – silence is sil (though not perhaps in this one) ence everything else is sound somewhere or other in some way or oth that’s obvious or er there is no sil concealed between the lines like ence that lies beyond silence a puzzle of words there is neither an i promise you that intravenous or but you’ll have to fi nd and ask a qualifi ed silence that the question yourself lies beyond silence

53 rose place

up in the curve just independence day after hindevadgaard and we ought to ﬁ nd ourselves out the property where at rebild bakker the producer of but make do with tom the blue pesticide to kill merup stationsby which in snails lives out on its own way is just rugaard landevej as beautiful and a hells angels rocker killed compensates with a sending himself by driving mast and an arms dump his motorcycle where it’s possible straight into a combine har to buy sporting riﬂ es pump vester at high speed guns and air pistols

for several days michaelion: the place where it happened was yet another michael fall marked by a bouquet en while ﬁ ghting sa of ﬂ owers which con tan who this time is sisted of white carnations dressed up in a soft hat and of yellow lilies white tennis socks this and dark red roses time disguised with a almost as in a sonnet kind of face mask just like the by petrarch and to one worn by michael this very day there jackson this time o are fragments of a lamp that ver there somewhere or other somebody lit there in america

if the motorcyc independence day list’s own wish were to have been in tommerup stationsby fulfi lled there is now where i procure am one angel less here munition for my on this earth and one angel self what i think is: rather more in hell unless end up in a hell it happens to be of the brave than in so that these two names now and then the paradise of the toad on religious hol ies and the redeemed idays that aren’t fi xed independence day actually refer to and the sunset fl ying with one and the same place all kinds of insects

54 heart beloved

i look like rip kir we’re off to vest sta by today because i have dil fjord – the route’s decided bought new glasses ad on the picnic lunch mittedly with green ready but i have plastic frames but even so n’t taken account of the i look like the de annual hell of tective from my child tears – and it takes place hood – how does it go? – unless today – it’s impossible you are able to to explain how it become a child once all somehow begins more you may not at all en but my beloved’s weeping ter søndersø church goodbye stadil fjord

now though i am stand it’s got something to ing right here in the vestry do with some window bars or on the track of the maybe something else greatest mystery i put on my lamb and crime in the world without chop headphones and i say to corpus delicti her: belt up will you what’s become of the i have to be rough son of man – did he really with her – for the female will ﬂ y up to heaven is extremely strong did he really dis i still haven’t the appear into heaven’s new faintest what it’s all about ly whitewashed ceiling? goodbye stadil fjord

ah heart of jesus i take off my ear sweet and violet like a muffs again and study a full-ripe artichoke map of jutland – ah heart of jesus ‘i love you far too heavy as a tub of lime much’ – my wife says choked with tears – and stiffened mortar now it’s a question ah heart of jesus of steeling oneself full of shards of glass and tramp and refraining from answer led cigarette ends ing: ‘it is precise ah heart of jesus ly the opposite deadly beautiful pure as my love’ – but that’s what i do a crimson glory goodbye stadil fjord

55 summer god

what do you do with monday morning i yourself in the summer – my speak to god but get no ans old friend asks me o wer – at two nought nought ver the mobile phone sharp i see god cre i’ve started to stare – i’m sit ate the world – allegori ting here at aborg cally i should say strand and am staring of silver and ni out over the water star trate – to the west he blesses ing so my eyes are all beasts especial almost falling out ly an elephant of their sockets – do you get with a tower on its back and what i mean – i stare josephine the cat

(it is harder to to the south god stands stare than you might possibly on the sun and scatters the think just register stars – and apart from ing the fact that you the problem that no are staring makes the staring one can conceive himself with suspect – but so does in his own work and the opposite of retain his reason not noticing one’s staring at the same time (not god eith staring lies somewhere er) it is lovely around halfway in to see the swallows between – like sheep that are still enveloping the world in standing there staring) diaphanousness

what do you stare at? then we drive off north he then asks – i don’t stare at wards from vester broby (the anything deﬁ n direction of man) ite a sailing ship further away from on the horizon for ex god so as to avoid get ample but don’t not ting burnt by any stare at a sailing ultra violet ship on the horizon eith radiation to where the er i reply – all words take more than they sounds like homespun phil give (whatever that osophy to me he ends may happen to mean) perhaps the conversation time and attention

56 heaven shadow

jerstrup manor farm in mid-harvest – life is a kind of standard par almost over and done with adise that you can i make for the shad rent for the sum of ows so as to take thirty thousand kroner per stock of things in coolness’s week – for that money madder lake – it is you get eighteen bath hard to gain an o rooms and eighteen ‘heaven beds’ verview of both intention (four-posters) plus con and action and i fessionals in the don’t know if i re style of louis seize and a gret anything either – do holy jacuzzi i? i just don’t know

let’s take a look in it is not my po side (fade up to general etry i’m referring to view – ten seconds) dust that other people y light without shad must judge nor is ows peacock wallpaper (cut it my life – god will take care to close up of ﬂ oor) of that and my death newly planed pinewood it is the three ab music coming faintly from solutes that pain and torment a tape recorder me did i do things (cut to close up of well enough in re mirror reﬂ ecting nothing) lation to them? – as mentioned and our own breathing i’ve no idea

we fi nd our way out in mid-harvest – the again from A via C circle of life is closing back to B while the take it easy maaaan notes are slowly eb no one can redeem bing away (beethoven’s fi fth himself after all – you know piano trio) that don’t you? even suddenly out in though you’re standing on life again (where i remem the base of denmark eight m ber having found a beneath sea level – four-leafed clover in just watch the lightning dreams) suddenly out in pur fl ashes over lammefjord – gatory again what a signature

57 truth poem

why haven’t i yet in haarslev there lives discovered the source and the an elderly man who ev springs of the suså ery morning in ju river red with ar ly has to place a senic and red lead i have faience sculpture out in his been both in tinger driveway – it has been up tykke and in ﬁ red in red yellow and behind bøgholmen where the blue elementary col water lilies gleam ours and most of all just like mandolins resembles gandalf’s on the waters of the face magic hat in there amongst of the deep – but no all the marigolds

it is almost like i think it stands there trying to conceive one’s own so as to mark and maybe beginning (try that invoke the summer some time) or the truth or perhaps to be about oneself where you are some sort of protection or able to trust neith other against e er other people vil powers repre nor yourself but must instead sented by a neighbour fur have recourse to a ther down the road who third authority insists on fl ying whose fi nal sentence is not a fl ag for satan every pronounced until death night all the year round

and yes – it is then it could also be for good reason too late for a question of an enig such shenanigans ma a kind of trompe since nobody is l’œil just as if i able to conceive his own now write here in the poem conclusion either (and that’s what i do) (try that some time) – so that precisely when i concentrate on the su the poem’s been written an så itself and its earwig runs out o course which is just as ver it on the pa beautiful and unpredict per right to the very edge able as ever of the universe

58 star poet

jutland’s diamond high sun the uv (or secret pentagram which index in the blue fi eld – what you can fi nd by draw terrifi c weather ing lines between the it’s on a day like towns of herning ikast skjern this one ought to drive out to brande and sønder the north sea but we omme) natural decided a long ly gleams with a black lustre time ago on kompedal at night but also and we will not budge does so during the no matter what we daytime in certain recess refuse to budge as in the es and dead angles icelandic sagas

you reach the inner off then towards kom centre of the ﬁ ve-pointed pedal plantage along star by drawing a the A13 not new pentagram in as a conscien the inner pentagon of the tious objector (over and ﬁ rst one and so on done with long ago) until you’re not up or as a gamekeep to doing any more but er but as a common or then you’re standing rough garden danish po ly in holt planta et on his way to ge close to or not so far work which consists of putting from tokommenhøj a wood into words

and what will you do if only i had there? i don’t know and it is got myself a different hard to make some sort job had become an of guess – just eat lunch engineer for ex perhaps sitting at your lit ample or a baker – but tle autocamper then i reach the mid- table or possib ﬁ re break and i know ly feel satisﬁ ed at hav for sure that the words are cast ing achieved the goal that there’s not a sing you had set yourself le poem left in that metaphysical spot me because i’ve burnt all po where you’re now standing etry behind me

59 memory life

there kronborg castle the A13 sum lies like an installation mer rain aquaplaning the almost of plaster asphalt sounds like a in a time-trap that knife that is cutting is coming to a standstill through canvas – three golden speed at the bottom of markers of corn in the memory raised the side mirror or to reality like a the corner of the eye like model of itself an adidas lo ad inﬁ nitum go – the overtak on a stage where we too are ings – god almighty how life among the actors just goes rushing by

but i can’t bloody the wind the road and well waltz out onto the boards the speed – engesvang alread of the banqueting y the dog days and hall like some seven the sun that is burn ty year old hamlet with a ing down into green salt at pimple on my nose the end of the sky dressed in a prewashed while petrol prices tracksuit and start to declaim: are rising at the same pace to die or not to yoo-hee what a lick die that is the ans were going at – be wer – now that is bloody well fore you know where you are you’ve out of the question already arrived

so i prefer the løvel møldrup and ravelin instead where the hvam stationsby – hello where dog roses are ﬂ ower are you off to? the ing in a race a A13 ends soon gainst life and my own ophe you’ve been driven forward for lia can mirror the spurt and are now herself in the blue let loose for the ﬁ n of the sky as far as the ish the last section before mind will reach till the rold skov you must man whole scene sinks back a age on your own hel gain into the inner moat lo – where are you off to? the of oblivion A13 ends here

60 fact totality

when the rape splits and no rules without an the wheat turns black then we are exception – isn’t that what close to the month of people always say? – august as close as but in that case the one can actually get exception itself becomes in north zealand at a rule – ah yes schwamm gurre castle ru darüber and it in as close as the word can is precisely that which i actually get am doing right now to its object which by crossing the krus in this case is its lost and aa border although the pro promised paradise ject’s name is: denmark

it wasn’t here that because no total i was going to seek my ity can be described from fortune in this plu within (the old prob tocrat’s idyll with lem) but not from with its scent of esprit de val out either since the person demar not here that describing is him i was going to self part of the to ﬁ nd life’s four-leafed clover and tality (das alte pro love not here that i blem) is himself dan was going to live ish – what then so i in a shoe box decora drive a bit in the german ted with mussel shells maze – eingang – ausfahrt

right then – off we go or denmark seen from again towards my death or gottorp castle as in the rest of my life old days with the count (whichever way one y prefect poet’s looks at it) which begins with eye and as now with my grey dark morello cher green cloudy gaze: ach ries for dessert at das kleine däne a lay-by close to endrup mark wie ich liebe dich – a where the rain gets a long the motorway ﬁ rm hold and reminds home again to but me of the fact that this in ter and bacon – vielen dank a way is my life für ihren besuch

61 paper point

capital exe life has no excus gesis – you’re to sign here – the es does not give a discount female bank assist at counter number ant in korup says seven – that much we okay i answer – shall i know the rest is all guesswork write my own sign and superstition ature? – that’s necess i only mention ary for the sake of val this simple fact to clear my idity – she re self a path through grib plies and with my own skov forest’s stinging name? – i keep up the dia nettles and words in to the logue a bit longer seven-pointed star

liberal redun so those objections dancy – what was it i want have now been cleared out of the ed to write? – i blood way so now i can y well can’t remem calmly concentrate ber what it was – what in the on this point where the poem world can it have been? hangs in itself on is there anyone its own drawing pin who can help me – what the hell so to speak suspended in was it? it really itself – larger than doesn’t matter for language and there now it’s ended up here in fore in a certain sense in the paarup poem comprehensible

social overﬂ ow greater than the in there’s something wrong with that boy – tellect and therefore unin my grandfather said telligible in on some other oc a different sense casion he’s always singing – yet omnipresent and un and he was proved right – rejectable like the sound tracks wind like a paradox great garlands of glossy paper er than death – the poem’s cen through my poetry tral point of complete all the way out to weightlessness around tarupcentret or where you which the words revolve vio ﬁ nd yourself right now let as electrons

62 art death

statoil carwash free poems greater than choice of soft drink brunch buffet death swirl up from the paper 20 kr tank and tank up (lighter than lindø the OK tank right hoved’s red admir opposite – sales service spare al butterﬂ ies in para parts and in the midst doxical and self- of everything this contradictory great battle of the giants: fashion until i impale the piece of grass with them with my biro daisies and forget to the page of the menots scarcely remembered collection (my pin) like some by city dwellers entomologist

why in all the world if anyone should was i so set on hurry read this some years from now the ing? – for there you are meaning of the words sitting right oppo will be understood site me my beloved in in a different way than harebells that are ring they are at the time ing without a sound of writing more like (how artful) and now and then a verifi cation or in my poem (what like some poetic magic artifi ce) will and testament why in all the world was i than a verse in a poem set on hurrying? about butterfl ies

jelling by day jel conﬁ rmation and ling pizza jellinge church jel proof of the fact that the po ling’s two histori ems have nothing to cal molehills the scrawls do with death except and squiggles of the jelling as a show of pretence and stone jelling’s sono only take part in fon mast (what a strange funerals out of kind of communication) curiosity and to jelling’s ladybird that boast about it in is on its way up in the paper after to the sky hardly heeded wards is that death they leave to by all the tourists the poet himself

63 mother reason

the E45 reason has of course south of vedsted formations been created so we can of clouds reach the earth distinguish between as thick as cotton one thing and t’other wool heaven and hell meet – in in the everyday routine stinctively i be so we don’t drive to gin to hum something skagen when we want from carl nielsen’s ‘the fog is to get to møgeltønder lifting’ the phrasing’s and don’t start buying all lopsided – it french hot dogs when we doesn’t sound very good e have plenty of provisions ven i can hear that amongst our luggage

suddenly though i but when it comes to hit the note spot on and by cognition and eternal god in heaven and salvation the self i tell you no lie same common sense has (i swear by my dead mother) to abdicate be dismissed the fog is lifting or put in its place out over margre among the other spices the kog polder like an ul on the triangular shelf traviolet veil the spirit rea of nothing that’s drawn lises this easi away from everything ly and effortlessly from shows the world as it is approximation

the light over høj a week fades away er a ﬂ ight of lapwings in we set off and ﬁ nd our way a nose-dive the old (insight too in play) southern jutland wound to the aforesaid re-opens and gobsmack how spot near gallehus where swirl grossly beautiful ing history’s al and pathetic all ways let loose though noth at once – it’s got to do with ing else seems to stir than en the heart and the wad terprise’s great whirr den sea to do with that blows reason a blood pressure more than there is cock-snook march on the gold horns twixt heaven and earth that do not exist

64 name eternity

givskud by dawn or the boats hauled all the noah’s park – no evil here way up the beach at thorup perhaps a little strand more for the ben plain cruelty and eﬁ t of the tour some mercilessness but no ists perhaps than out of a evil and no de ny necessity ceit no villainy light blue with hempel’s of any kind no namby- paint and red lead smell of tar pamby philanthro and stones death’s pennants py – these disciplines the ﬁ shing cutters have been left to humani garishly coloured like an ty to carry out amateur painting

givskud by noon both we eat our evening naturans and natura meal at hotel klim behind ta no lies here and the sea – far too man by the same token y peas mountains of no truths either for that potatoes enough veal to matter no love (as assuage the hunger far as we know) but of a whole afri plenty of pain – not only can village far too much friend a machine but al liness the host’s: thank so a rhinoce you so much for your ros that has the resplendent visit – in addition or name: rené descartes into the bargain

givskud by dusk or evening at grønne noah’s park – nature is go strand jammerbugten’s epi ing to rest no lull phany so beauti aby here no hu ful that it makes your man projections and dreams no little toe hurt – and will we attempts to impose ever return here discipline or hope i ask myself? – for the of any goodnight kiss – e now is only reﬂ ected verything breathes battle the moment double and bellicosi and in this brief glimpse ty no signs of blame or o there is an eternity riginal sin here of a difference

65 church moon

it’s a long way to bright side of the moon nørre nebel even in pock-marked like the face of cain august where the not dark (if zero bright summer nights is dark and ten is end between tansy and chic bright – light moves from about ory a long way three to ten) we have to paradise and landed on the moon the fall as it is promised at søby even though it’s us at www church mur still hanging up there als dk – it’s a long in the day sky like way even in a newly an invisible water washed ﬁ at punto mark or a wafer

he was plagued by a it is almost a bad (pause) an extremely bad biblical stage with a ho (long pause) con (pause) science rizon of black glass the reverend feng and tinfoil we are er said at one point in a entering (starting with right sermon a hundred foot from right to left years ago – says my with left foot from left maternal grandfather now to right) curtain up – i have once again a hun nothing to say no dred years later thing in the slightest inside the resounding bronze small words in the poem great bell of my own head in reality

your sins are forgiv the heart of jutland en you nørre nebel or for is full of ochre and it saken although the takes at least twenty sexton has to let us thousand kilome into the darkness of tres to fi nd it inside here the church to tempor down in a disused ality’s decre lignite fi eld where the ation where only one po rowan trees are all standing em can do justice on guard around life’s to paradise since ultimate secret not even an electron (hold thirteen seconds fade ic fl ash is enough out to black) curtain

66 nothing word

what is the dance of i don’t know how ma death in egtved all about? ny millions of kilome is it an ancient tres i have put be jutland saying or hind me before the is it something i have in ﬁ rst step towards the writing vented? – neither of desk where i now sit these – come and take a down in order to look for yourself at the one write this poem because i ﬁ ne citizen aft know that it is the er the other get only way of get ting caught in the empty rat- ting rid of it – of getting trap of nothingness rid of the poem

i daren’t say if the seventy years before river of time really is this day where the apples are caput mortuum falling to the ground in colour although in hedeboer it certainly looks that way ne and i do not know how neither if its oc many days before currences are e this minute where the ternalised on a frieze of writing has got to just here canvas and ﬁ bre to ﬁ fty years of glass in the nave of writing for one po the church as human beings em ten thousand poems for without any heads one little word

but i think that damn so it really is ation itself is much great rather odd that such a tour er than one might think de force such a small that in fact it is victory (that can nothing is not even a surely hardly be compared redeeming hell or to a large defeat) a hole in the ground is to ﬁ zzle out but absolutely nothing and conclude with only this whatsoever i self-referring stanza: am afraid that damn i’ve come in order ation may prove to be an to write these three lines in this absolutium particular verse

67 sonata ﬁ eld

allegro – i have as if denmark has never fainted before (not gradually only come even at café to consist of fi elds sommersko) but if not even brown and i were to choose to have my glisteningly perpendi fi rst blackout it would cular from autumn be due to mozart’s ploughing but fl at – no music and not to death or commons no meadows or de to evil which re serted enclosed fi elds side within the hum that will blossom in an being – mostly reside the rose gardens of other within my own heart poems no thistles

andante – i have as if the old days not done very much weeping have been done away with (and in my life (neither god be praised for that) for the dead nor at but replaced by some andy’s bar) but if i were thing that is just as frighten to choose something to ing: new times full of weep about it would pesticides straw short be mozart’s music (cry me eners slurry and fi elds here a sonata) on near oure that are the way towards gud completely without me on the hi-fi of the any poppies with their blue stereo system fi ngerprint of god

presto – i have on as if there are no ly shit in my pants once (at longer any cows the ﬁ elds restaurant skarv in are empty there are the middle of the no jersey heifers seventies) but if i were with their choco-eyes there are to choose to do it no russet danish once again it would dairy cows with their be on account of the works page-boy feet - i don’t want to of mozart and not hear any more drown because i have looked out the poem with the devil in the eye and stan getz on the saxophone asked his forgiveness listen - beautiful

68 spirit light

please – don’t read this po i’m not exactly em – it is not worth a kro all that keen on september ne not even ﬁ ve miser a raw morning black able øre of water in the lakes zinc lying on the sea bed new crisps in the supermark it has been written et without any with the left hand be barbecue taste rust cause i couldn’t stop myself and irises through the heart and because i’ve got no sports programmes to spend my time do at all the many ing something while i am wait deaths of the memory in ing for kingdom come precisely this month

here’s the poem then i don’t actuall (called the randbøl compendi ly know what i should busy um since it was con myself with in this ceived there) – i don’t piercing light that like give a fucking shit for po some purgatory is try etry with feeling ing to purify in it poetry the soul but rather is cold as death and hard as is revealing the poem’s rock it is connec lies empty words and ted with the spirit a mobile tele or else with nothing at all phone that is ringing somewhere the rest is bullshit time and time again

i know quite well you and not only that – couldn’t resist the tempta when i take the consequence tion and have read it of these facts and drive but i did warn you off to the manor so it’s entirely your own house of hofmannsgave in fault that you have now order to kill some wasted ﬁ fty se time there september conds of your valuable then insists on showing it time you ought instead self from its most un of so doing to pleasant side with this have listened to autumn leaves sign: private trespassers will played by keith jarrett be prosecuted

69 body house

you’d think i was al there lies a lonely ready dead – i mean just look house or what is more of a at my nails they grow hunting lodge in hin at lightning speed al devad not very most as in struwwelpeter far from the assens road which and hair’s started to we like to call the grow out of all my house of the rising bodily oriﬁ ces sun – partly to make our know (how repulsive) and ledge plain and partly the girth of my hams since the house is ac is less than the required six tually bathed in the rays ty centimetres of the rising sun

so as to refute one day in mid aut these appalling indica umn i make my way over tions i parade a to the house in or round in søndersø der to unburden for more than a solid hour my heart to god in the sil so that i can be ence that reigns after examined: live the thunderous shots just look at me still going and the baying of the dogs – strong i’m doing ﬁ ne inside there is a and am still alive sour smell of beer and (mostly perhaps in order damp and old sperm or that’s how to convince myself) it appears to me

or i listen to for a moment i think younger than springtime even about pulling out my male though it is now au member and mastur tumn and as is well bating in front of known all art cheats with time – but the brightly coloured pin-up you know at any girls hanging on the rate that i’m alive wall but admit to now while i am writing this po myself and to the rest of em even though this the world in gener perhaps is not the al that i have be case when you happen to read come too old to indulge in it some time later such tomfoolery

70 hand mirror

world art in ørbæk – next stop: east jutland neither more nor less – miro railway embankment number in a mural – would two in beder mall he have turned green with ing the third heaven envy or felt he had been is no more beautiful than conﬁ rmed on seeing this is here at even the eight-sided star ing with venus gleam in all its radiance ﬁ ve ing full of gas right now like hundred years be a bunsen burner fore his own birth done out in the garden in oils on the birthday of behind the transparent mir the virgin mary? rors of the windows

and look at the hand i’m spending the night there which sticks a knife out of in the bungalow of my the church ceiling with parents-in-law al a blade that is twelve hough they both died a cm long (ought the police not long time ago and have dis be informed of the appeared into the matter?) and unlike mirrors (broken through god’s helping hand that supports them without breaking the glass) the universe could and although i know n’t it just as well perfectly well that have been painted by none oth there’s only black mercury er than lichtenstein? on the other side

what’s the difference in the extra toil between a jerked-up shit and et i place myself in front a shitted-up jerk? of the mirror my the answer is just arms folded and as simple as the question say in a ﬁ rm voice: know thy if the art of the self – but nothing comes clog-painter is psy of it except van chotic then the whole of twenti itas because the reﬂ ec eth century art’s tion is not so much ready to be com due to the double mitted – did the art histor curvature of thought as to ian get that one? the mirror image

71 evening wood

the work carried out please accept my a and almost brought to an end pologies – i’m feeling a no question of call bit unwell today ing it a day so rather queasy as it may well prove to be diff if i’m about to throw up icult but it will out here in the mid hardly be golf tour dle of kallesmærsk naments and painting water moor perhaps my indispo colours or writing sition is due to essays about my an old shellﬁ sh sa bare arse that are going go lad that i consumed for my make up my future lunch at oksbøl inn

no more talking in or a mental state my sleep it’s said that i once that has been brought about by sat up in bed and tanks artillery shouted out: onwards soldiers on their way never say die – that of course to the arena of war – i only have my i thought that things like wife’s word for but that were all past his i have never doubted her tory as far as i was words – so i pay back concerned: regiment in kind by repeat al marches hero ing them while awake (live): on ic deeds trumpet fanfares and wards never say die shots ﬁ red over graves

for the time being isn’t it something there is some clearing up to from my years as a boy when take care of (so that weapons were made of not too much is left wood and real war was behind for marauders to defi nitely more than a lay their hands on) for necessary e that reason i drive vil? – i don’t know for with a sackful of old ma sure – hold it back – it would al nuscripts out to the so be a disgust recycling centre ing thing to do if in korup and dump it in i were to throw up over fl ammable refuse all the wild fl owers

72 road poetry

the E20 – lit issehoved – like tlebelt north where the homos a rose-hip pickled in brine meet for a quick shag impaled at the spit – some roadwork a bit who the hell would come further ahead hot asphalt up with such a load of ut i switch on the au ter tripe except a topilot and the poet in a com so-called yes-machine – every memorative poem to time my beloved a poet friend – and asks me something i of what possible answer yes at different use can it be then? – nothing levels of volume else than for itself

we’re on our way to as a boy i would wards ilskov for some unknown piss into the wind out here reason – perhaps be at samsø’s north tip cause one of my friends in a smell of i has looked at a house there or odine and seaweed long be because agerskov fore the poet set plantage glitters tled in sand and ro with mercury and magen ses up behind klitgård and ta in the are long before his bur a enticing like ial at nordby some eden surrounded by church long before my last po biblical forests em in his honour

the windscreen’s greenscreen i do it once more the secondary roads’ sec piss into the wind – am i rets – why do we get so stupid or half- lost and fail to reach witted or don’t i our destination? for some know the saying? – have i learnt reason or other – absolutely noth do reasons neutra ing after all these lise each other and thereby many years in the service create a cause or of poetry? – well a causal chasm? yes i’ve learnt to piss all that intellectual crap into the wind – have become forget about it a master at it

73 morning thought

the morning star is autumn – the implo crackling green and electric sion of the equinox in like a new fi tting the mind the great pur on the horizon ple skies that touch one on the way towards nowhere with the holy spirit – child between karup and hood but ripped up and thorning – it is ear laid bare like the wood lier than usual and quite land fl oor at langesø chap by chance i happen el everything is to fi nd myself pre unfathomably cisely here – oh what was that? simple freed from nit-picking the poem’s gone blank niceties of thought

technical hitch – my i have presuma apologies – we’ll take a bly been promoted (or de quick break for commer moted?) into the cials while i grab a class where gossip lies cup of coffee here at the and half winds whirl and swirl a lay-by – shell metax round one as the au statoil – right and here tumn’s sycamore leaves i am back in the poem deep red with shame and conceal what were we talking ment whirl and swirl a about? – oh yes the round until they form morning star’s glittering arc a small tin pyramid out over the heavens of nothing at all

take care – satan is autumn – i am let beautiful remember that ting go in some way or oth as beautiful as er – i don’t know what a red admiral exactly i’m let don’t you forget that when he ting go of (let’s hope it is tempts you he will come n’t life) or to be in a camel hair more precise: i am coat and cloth cap be a real giving way – i’ve no longer nice guy and what is anything to prove even worse that’s may rather the oppo be what he actually site whatever in the world is a real nice guy that’s supposed to mean

74 fairytale garden

in myremalm plan the tree of life is tage the fungi of fair found at any rate in hed ytale compete with ensted if not else each other at grow where too for exam ing love’s fl y agaric bit ple in brarup church or out terly beautiful in your own garden the chanterelles that in the form of a one seldom fi nds and the o violet ash with roots at the range-green larch bole springs of the moon and te that you take home a crown that almost with you to put in the eve covers the entire fi rma ning woodland omelette ment of the heavens

farther in along or perhaps even the paths of syntax words shoot more fantastic the tree of up that you would be life stands in your own hard put to pronounce living room over secret formulas of fungi there on the window ledge like you have never seen a tree of para in your life before dise crassula o (e.g. amanita vi vata) which you’ve inheri rosa) fungi that ted from your childhood smell of death or se home and which does not men but which really only represent anything else symbolise themselves than its own greenness

the fi nal fungus yes – it could be that grows deepest inside the plan every tree in the world is tation’s labyrinths the tree of life the there is nothing spec plum trees the beech trees ial about it – it is neith the siberian crab trees er resplendent nor that refl ect themselves beautiful perhaps in the mirrors of it is brown like the earth you the night – have you thought about scarcely notice it that – and if that hap but probably fi nd pens to be the case it one fi ne day and kick it are you taking proper care carelessly over of the trees of life?

75 reality time

‘landlyst’ lies close to time passes as it harridslevgaard not far from should – a minute takes a min the village of tof ute – and there’s nothing te it looks most of to be added to all like a scene from a sur that story even so it realist ﬁ lm or seems as if a hun like an installa dred years have passed since tion from back in the nineteen i set out from home in the ﬁ fties almost more direction of øks real than reali endrup church or as ty itself because none of if time had somehow come to them are in fact real a complete standstill

this for philosoph tell me am i crazy ical reasons because it or something of that nature only mimes real without being a ity without stand ware of it? – i am ing in any relation not on drugs of any kind to it only im at any rate and itates its wire en have only drunk a closure around the proper tuborg super light – am i ty or the four-wheel dreaming – how does one drive car out in the actually re carport where all that is miss solve that? – i just can’t remem ing is the shadows ber any longer

but apart from that i look at the time everything at ‘landlyst’ is again – a minute takes a in order down to minute as it should the last detail the yet it is still now garden benches the bonﬁ re even though a minute has site the pots with cac passed time hurries a tuses the trailer long and yet at the the only thing i haven’t same time it also stands still – seen yet is living that’s a bloody strange people inside – that state of affairs could would also completely ru it be i’ve just woken up in the illusion from reality?

76 day mind

today is s-day no churches of stone s for shopping – which is why are ever built with shares not we’re on our way to even a tower aarup above us of salt and mala hovers u s airforce one chite as in the parish of somewhere or other hesselager mon its wing brushes a ey isn’t enough gainst a star ergo it is when the usurer gnaws at second of octo soul and ﬂ esh or etch ber two thousand and es in the sepulch nine – check it yourself in your ral tablet’s glazing colour local newspaper inside the chapel

other angels pro yet again the clog tect us among the super painter bids us welcome in market’s lemons and spite of the centu tomatoes invis ries’ debts and falls in ible angels that keep watch interest rates in spite of over the realm of the power of ﬁ nance invisibili he bids us welcome ty between the frozen food to the maze of eterni counters although po ty which is but a etry also has mirror image of to do with frankfurters and our own mind up there in the potato salad vaulted roof’s plaster

there you are – ﬂ aming to say nothing at parsley down into the plas all about the red-haired wo tic bag high-explo man of the mural sive pineapple the who could very well same way and the stink-bomb of be my beloved if she cheese – try that for size hadn’t been standing at fourteen hundred beside me and was hours precisely lucifer n’t fair-haired but it all comes leaves danish airspace to the same thing for once again – some shopping without love’s inter days are much more exciting twined thread capital can nev than other ones are er be overcome

77 mankind blood

what circle have we dovns klint – the smell of reached here with jupiter pal salt and blood like a raw fi l ing behind the walls let of cod on its of the state prison aluminium slab and the sky gleaming red with the sea’s surface almost black bauxite over the at this time of year town where the great stall the large trawlers that ion battle took place at are now in the process of nyborg strand – what vic dumping death’s cargo ious circle are we of food fi sh and e in the process of raising dible fi sh out in vinds grav to a higher sphere? several miles out

as if there isn’t codan’s wave – waving a difference between good proudly with blood-red and black and evil as if pirate ﬂ ags from the crime is only due cutters that are ﬁ sh to random circumstances ing legally with the right as if rape is a of greed and the right question of a strict of industry in upbringing as if the mur other words that are in the dered man’s corpse is his process of massac own personal fault ring the multitude as if evil is only of living creatures that god a lack of goodness blessed on the fourth day

i don’t give a bean dovns klint – sixteen met for all such types of specu res high there is no need for lation or a mess any more this will of pottage for that do fi ne ‘there is matter am not prepared to lot of bastards out there’ i sell off part of man am quoting straight from kind’s birthright its free the shoulder and point dom to choose between good and ing out towards the fi shes’ evil its right and hell towards the fi sh its entitlement es’ graveyard lying to receive its punishment out there under the clouds of here and hereafter carbon dioxide

78 love year

i’ve almost become i have never con reconciled with october sumed lysergic acid and its cadmium no sir not me sir the winter rape its never been on a recesses as now at alm ny heavy drugs neither her stok where i’m on the oin or opi point of burning off um have never been the heath with bottled liquid high on cocaine no sir not gas but manage to me – i’ve smoked a lit put out the ﬁ re in tle pot and once got the grass and heather with four pretty sick on hash but a cups of nescafé part from that: no sir

glimpse of eterni i have been high ty (or of paradise if on lots of other things high you like) how diffi on the holy spir cult do you want to it high on bob dy make it: i and my belov lan high on love i have been ed four sandwiches saturated with with salami saus reality and age and liver paste sunshine spaced out on neuroses and and pepsi cola back pains but i have twenty fi ve years of never moved into continuous love – that’s how the blue universe of nar diffi cult it is cotics – not me sir

on our way home we i am relating drive behind a procession this because a long time a of lorries for a go i nearly pricked good hour then darkness myself on a used starts to fall and the hoar frost syringe in a roadside toil over tansy and et near mørkøv and the last yarrow and because i’m here a a little later both of gain so many years later – us are in dire need take care old man – re of a pee – you see member that the ﬂ oor’s there is always a price to slippery and is proba pay for happiness bly full of needles

79 soul wood

why do so many all saints day i kill everlasting ﬂ owers grow four ﬂ ies with footspray how spook on røsnæs – for ex y after which i ample in the hills drive out into the up behind the bus termi autumn wood which is full of nus in bjørnstrup where brass and copper the i once picked a bou light comes from ev quet together with my be ery conceivable direc loved in what is tion and makes me sea now an eterni sick as if there was ty ago (see heptamer a complete cock-up in the on page 196)? pneumatic system

it could be due to the saviour in rys the sandy soil or to the linge the son of man in fact that røsnæs is plaster and vine leaves denmark’s driest spot – sexy christ retro one of my uncles died at christ waitrose christ fuckarse christ the coast hospital kenzochrist pisschrist (which no longer ex metrojesus bin ists any more) of tuber gojesus discountjesus culosis and lies bonbon-land jesus buried in this arid a two thousand year place with a soul whose dryness anniversary – so take is heraclitic him down off that cross

but then again all souls day all my what has eternity to dead gather round me dance a do with it? – it is round me in a strange only a name lancier only move only a papername themselves when i am looking (does that also ap the other way or ply to eterni move me when i am ty?) whereas the ﬂ owers them observing them who are not selves are yellow and present here even beautiful indif though i can clearly ferent to their names and grow see their shadows and distinct here at god’s command ly hear their laughter

80 ﬁ re answer

one wouldn’t think there I don’t know – para existed a purgato dise hell purgatory they ry for fi sh partly all appear to be because fi re seldom almost the same (no burns under water and part that is a wrong word – to be ly because fi sh (as intertwined perhaps far as we know) lack or tangled up in an awareness of sin and time) like one moment on earth therefore can’t be pun or in consciousness ished for all etern or in conscience or ity but only once when what the hell the word is that they are fi lleted i am looking for

just look at the fi sh as i said i don’t farm at ejlstrup where the rain know – a glimpse of eterni bow trout gleam like a ty perhaps – it sounds cetylene in the hollow like an ech leaden chambers or like un o of something or other derwater welding – that i can no long there we have the fi re er remember – a and the far too many fi sh glimpse of eternity – is are the punishment that what it is – do since a fi sh’s e we ourselves choose? ans ternity is its life (that wer: i don’t know hardly have applies to man too?) a clue – I don’t know

i am neither sen i must believe it timental nor pathetic – in some way or other be a rainbow trout after lieve what? – i don’t know – all tastes bloody mar i am then to be vellous with dill and lemon lieve something the nature of but it has to live which i just don’t know a real trout life far it seems so pecu out at sea in salt water liar but that’s the way faith before being con happens to be – o sumed and more than a kay – a glimpse of nything else it must have a ternity in hanher chance of escaping red parish right now

81 side cloud

getting old – no tar the langeland trip gets on earth anymore anno domini so man no goals in heaven y centuries lat i can’t remember er although it is where the words original almost exactly the same ly come from if they clouds that are moving originally in from the uni come from someone else anoth verse’s seven corners heav er poet perhaps y with rain and the or from a ﬁ lm i same winter darkness just hope that they come from my as at the creation of self true as they are this rose branch in salt

getting older – think all is for sale here if what one believes is what everything must go god has happens – jenseits o apparently left ver there on the the island and the other side (which i have sug devil too the closing down gested elsewhere is sale has just begun perhaps here) think if with age mistakes one becomes nothing if one get fewer – but do not get believes that or if any smaller can one is resurrect one still manage to ed if that’s what one imag sell one’s heart for a transplant ines – a scary thought or perhaps one’s soul?

getting older – but nevertheless it not wiser – as i said to is precisely here that the my young friend’s sweetheart last unicorn in at the funeral existence is to and continued by saying be found grazing every mor he is not dead he ning at skrøbelev has merely changed gear – churchyard before at i mean how stupid can one evening it withdraws to this still manage to be? god-forsaken po the sun compila em where it leaves the tions out there over øre whole matter of immortal sund that is the truth ity to others

82 dream head

technicolor sky the fi rst version of eastman clouds kodak light as this poem has been written if we are driving down on my left fore into a fi lm or arm directly on out of a dream on our way the skin with a black speedmark eastwards on our way er not so as to to gudme not to resemble the pil see a handball match but the low book but so as to fi ve-pointed star that’s remember the words to protect us a and the remarka gainst this world’s evil and most ble light to be seen above ly against ourselves elsehoved strand

smalltalk or danish the second version subtitles – what is smalltalk? – has been written about sev i ask my belov en hours later on ed – what you are per a piece of white A- forming right at this moment four paper back home in my she replies – how does study partly from one get the subtitles memory and partly out of the poem picture? – from a deciphering of i continue you the illegible just refrain from writ yes almost japa ing them down in the ﬁ rst place – nese characters on the thin is the prompt reply parchment of my skin

the soundtrack is as the third and fi nal usual bob dylan this version of the poem is time one more cup of the one you are read coffee before i ing right at this mo go – and that is a piece of ment printed in baskerville advice we follow on a page that will although the thermos not turn yellow (a coffee often leads to the cid-free) in time that version shits – but there the church which you can’t pretend stands the fi lm is com that you have not read ing to an end reali that version which is defi ned ty is piling up by eternity

83 wing earth

as is known each per blessèd are the dead son meets god in his or for they shall inherit the her own way (or the earth in a quite lit devil for that mat eral sense shall be ter) but let’s leave that for now united with the clay be i’m on my way in borne by the dust fl y a different direc with the ash out o tion northwards because the po ver the fi elds near allerød em requires raw meat one fi ne day when all requires life requires the electric light truth and the reality bulbs burst with one helluva to be found just there bang on tjørnevej

at night the angels blessèd are the dead come ﬂ ying on wings of clouds who no longer write any powerful and quite poems no longer terrifying as piss in their beds no is only right and proper longer eat camembert with even now that i’m strawberry preserve north of the fjord near no longer smoke green thisted where i’m spending the cecil cigarettes no long night they come ﬂ oating er drink themselves to down into my sleep death – for they shall in and lift shame’s sack full of herit both poetry and soda from my breast immortality

i am more than a blessèd are the dead wake today and high with au who no longer speak on their thenticity – street mobile telephones credibility no longer mastur (or sea and sky credibil bate no longer take any ity if you like tranquillisers no in this neck of the longer have to keep woods) i can only write a any deadlines are no long bout what cannot be er afraid of life written about if (and that’s their compen i also dare live it where sation) for they shall inher heaven and hell meet it eternity

84 salt head

arhh – a danish hot t minus twenty dog with the trimmings – i have fi ve minutes and counting hay n’t eaten one like dn’s second pian that for years on end o concerto fi lls i can taste it right down to the car and head – another my knees – bloody hell year gone and thanks for how good it tastes with that – pure profi t salt and soda completely in this space of time bonus unhealthy like a time if you like black communion or spiritual is this paradise or what? jetlag – hold on that was bo i must have one more rup out to the right

and a proper beer forty seconds lat a genuine heineken er (that’s what it feels like) bjæv with a red star no erskov disappears more of that super in the rear mirror – light no more of that altar things are really moving fast wine no more of that solrød strand lost for norwegian ølle ever never to brød from a tin the genu be found again – ten minutes ine article straight gone from everybo to inferno thank dy’s life – i know quite you my god for the petrol well one should let it be but station at lindved it’s reality

how about rounding countdown – karlstrup and off the meal of my choice (as trylleskoven have gone past is served before an there isn’t any execution) with thing to be afraid a cigarette a camel of all of us will have to or a king’s just like take this road sooner in the good old days? or later ten min i haven’t smoked for twenty utes further down the road years now and even ten minutes consumed so i still ﬁ nd my greve hundige self dreaming that i am light ishøj – see we’ll make it we ing a fag – how strange will get there on time

85 past water

past present and fu the vester skjern ture burn like a candle a inge ballad (or the scan-hide calendar candle elegy): organ it is that sort of ic solvents sharper trash one only writes because than the universal sol it sounds as if it vent of alchemy is both true and false paint that is water- at the same time and because based and enamel paints that christmas is coming are spread out like the and because one does fanned tail of a pea n’t have the faintest ide cock every type of emul a what else to write sion and heating oil

or – the sun is sink the ringsgaard blues ing in the abyss of light – (or what could be called ginsberg’s when we are passing list): geraniums the old people’s home and benzene snow ber in søvind – a baker al ries and naphtalene so once used to live dog roses and xylene there i faintly re various grasses call but he has been taken and chrome three and chrome care of by anoth four winter rape and phospho er poet now or rus hawthorn and tol was it in hundslund he once uene butyl a used to have a shop? cetate and pentachlorphe nol to round off with and the ﬁ nal var iation of poetic the egebjerg ode rubbish (or re (or the bolgia circle): dundance) – I am get the hell of the set ting old but so is the moon tling ponds strands of skin and everybo hair ariadne threads piec dy else – there at a es of meat and fat ny rate lies the stone mason’s the rebis of the place – remember to retorts compost and refuse have uncle peter’s empty packaging name on the grave altered his from chemicals and name wasn’t peder the quintessence of an en tire century 86 ﬂ ower snow

from one eterni wwhooom comes from the ty to another – from be fast lane a red opel cor der churchyard and the sa just like i’ve al dear departed to ways wanted a die superbrugsen and the near sel without ﬁ lter wreeeoow and present even was it a porsche? though eterni my father died in ty is all the time and in a toyota corolla the same instant and sskreee a fast mer is one and the same cedes like on the as time’s prerequisite and computer screen of the nin transﬁ guration tendo game back home

everyday’s fresco up into ﬁ fth gear over the glass facade red and a quick overtake of and orange with pa the arriva bus pier mâché and whroooom oncoming paper capitals in black volkswagen a dirty grey and white today’s spec like indslev church is ial offer of lamb on the left wreeem from new zealand reassur a citroën picasso ing at a cold time – on the right the poor ought i perhaps to man sskreee down in have written time’s prerequi to third gear – and what will the site and perdition? next be a ford jorn?

from eternity whrooom a green su to eternity from be zuki that’s exceeding the der superbrugs back speed limit there is again to the church no snow in the air yard with its ﬂ owers that have no police trap to be spot been wrapped in plastic ted so far it is (are they bloody well not my fault that we incapable of won’t make it to the church ser cultivating anything vice on time i’ve on else than gerbera?) ly a driving lic and why then take so ence for a motorcycle much care if eternity without a side-car is one and the same? 87 sunday grass

the air and the wat january pale er are where they should be up with frost and the beginnings in the air and down of infl uenza in the water the the grass white with chlor earth is in place in its folds ine along the road to kost only the ele erlev where does god ment of fi re is un hide during this month stable only the fi re in in which church under which bad the arse is out of conscience and concoc order although i tion of lies does he have almost forgotten what conceal himself and in which is so important heart of marzipan?

what do i do with the snow as light as myself e.g. in midskov icing sugar over the on a sunday aft terrain in the con ernoon when there is tradictory light no church anywhere in town from the nursing home where my and the cooper mother-in-law sat ative shut down ma in her purgator ny years ago and the weath y so long ago among er what’s more is mug the other dead and gy and bleak – para consumed her last birth dise lost – eternity right (her ﬁ rst deathright) of rice my arse – is that it? and ﬁ ne-and-dandy

things don’t simply fall back again there and into place without any back home again are just as further ado of long in some way or their own accord or other though the paths do they? – (i hope en passant happen to intersect each that i am not a other in the strang victim of an in est lemniscates be sidious form of alzheim cause infi nite plus infi er’s) it is dammit nite is no more than all a question of infi nite but as an honest and trustworthy yet is still not as much as attempt – but of what? an eternity

88 pain meaning

and happy new year it goes in circles to aarup (bespattered with well of course it does just that salt) and a happy on motorway no. new year to strib (that three like life itself gleams like a turquoise in the round and round it goes in winter and happy larger and smaller new year to bredal circles as in a and ølsted (kept in check by painting by kandinsky i the bit of the ice) don’t know whether it and a happy new is true but that is year to the snow time and the what it feels like at any holes in the asphalt rate as you grow old

and a happy new thought too has that tend year to my friends (there is on ency to recur and turn ly one left) and hap back on itself in py new year to my order to veri publisher (soft-soap soft-soap) fy and conﬁ rm itself a to my cat and hap gain and again i py new year to my don’t know as i’ve al beloved (the one and on ready said if there’s any ly) and to the lord truth in this – perhaps himself (it’s just not life is linear on to pretend to be shy and it only appears in when it comes to god) euleric circles

and happy new year the meaning of this? to all kinds of headache pills now we’re thundering past the (a pain in the arse) exit to jylling and to bob dylan evej again where who sounds like a pickled duck højgaard and schultz are busy and a happy new building a path-bridge year to cocaco in some way or oth la and to my own heart that er we must have driven a beats so faithfully round in a circle and happy new year to have ended up to inﬁ nity and to back here as i said before cool eternity it goes in circles

89 world wind

slowmotion – to be blue snow or lilac gin with up the hill towards in the shadows the wind north sondrup behind a by northwest (hitchcock) scania vabis in memoriam – lorry (with blue water and right so death is surely logo) and second worth a myth even ly as a shift of though it is something tempo in the poem an that is never solved not at attempt to catch up least during its life with myself (to con time and not at all ceive oneself within the po if one acts the part of the em) as in some ﬁ lm detective oneself

okay – skid marks (you red ice against the know where yourself) and on the windscreen and sunglasses when asphalt out across i get out of the the white centre stripes – car in order to who is it that has driven have a pee etterup yel out of language here low as cadmium – and into a col back in again and lision with reality onwards towards the white ro which words received their ses of new undat ultimate meaning ed funerals so or their signiﬁ cance at as to ﬁ nd the ultimate this bend in the road? solution to life

slowmotion – i wrote black winter and so for the sake of composure there you lie one ﬁ ne day on and to gain some time your lit de para the poem does not de like some john doe mime reality does not or other known only by create it the po his creator be em displays it sim cause nobody knows ply reveals the world the po himself as anything else em is the spirit’s than a fantastic enzyme the poem’s abstract while alive the transparent ﬁ lm that last (in constant becoming) and ly can be removed not at all when dead

90 thing

down everything that man has made in all his lack of might and mettle down pig chicken and mink farms down danish crown steff houlberg and tican down factory in stallations of every kind down wind turbines down to worms and maggots down to the chemical el ements down to god

down all liquid fuel depots down Q8 down stat oil shell and metax down buildings and con structions even the great belt bridge which we are thun dering over pre cisely now down with all mo torways and tracks down to the ﬁ shes where they shall sleep down into the abyss and to god

down with the whole of civilisation down with the nuclear re search plant at risø down into the salt dome sealed with black ﬂ eur de lis i’m sorry to have to write this but that will be the ﬁ nal result down everything than man has made in all his lack of might and mettle

91 take three

for time, though in eternity, applied to motion, measures all things durable

milton

92 poem path

a poem is live it doesn’t help at every time you read it (and all now to engage in foul you yourself are live) ing one’s own nest or otherwise it re taking the piss on lates to itself in its dark melchiorsvej it is not book (sleeping beauty) that errand which i if you wake it it am out on here in will wake you even though hun skovshoved on a late af dreds of years have passed – ternoon while it is it’s incomprehen raining over the sible but actually rhododendron bushes as extremely simple in my ﬁ rst poem

this is because the it’s not a question poem does not only re of statements such as: rich bas late to time but to tards or bloated cap the prerequisite italists not at for time and the grain of sand all – i have come in order in the world that sa to refi nd that tree tan never fi nds (sic!) of paradise (crass although we all drive round a ula) i once placed behind mulberry bush in the garage in a the eighth circle on chipped fl ower pot a the ring road around every very long time ago be thing’s hypocrisy fore i moved houses

a poem is live sheer nonsense – it is every time you read it – then complete and utter rubbish the poem’s on and a construction from couldn’t care less who beginning to end wrote it if it was me on poetic digressions from a trip to mandø paths that have grown o or some other po ver so as to sti et who died ages ago mulate the innocence of the poem’s as hard childhood (sheer bullshit) as nails basks in its no – i ﬁ nd myself relation to itself and here for the simple reason i you reading it now happened to pass by

93 question sea

where does evil come from time to time i from? – old questions renewed in drive out to the sea total oil and petrol in ly alone in the old jerry cans – it middle of winter (to should have been the other way hasmark strand for example) around new answers collect a couple to new questions e of stones and throw them ven old ones but don’t ask me in again look at the ru I don’t know I don’t gosa scrub’s rusty know – i’m not the one texture the last rose who has gone and pissed here in hip shrub skip stones and kick utterslev mose at an empty beer can

the big questions the then i brush snow off really big questions and those an upturned dinghy and sit that are quite tiny down so i can stare what does that non-lead out over the chop petrol cost for example py grey waves there in front of in gladsaxe – is me without senti it less expensive mentality quite over in søborg? – the big cool and for a moment wish answers the very to be completely big answers and the like the sea untouch quite tiny ones – a litre able or eternal (be costs ten kroner here come like the sea)

where does darkness come become like the from? – light has been created sea – i think that this is some by god that we know thing everyone feels but where does the dark i cannot of course come from? i ask the petrol know this to be a fact but attendant he looks it applies to me at me as if i am at any rate – to mad – but we cannot inves be like the sea – immor tigate the dark can we tal – but don’t get me or see it with the wrong I love this aid of light – so where on earth damned earth in which I does it come from then? shall be buried

94 winter sonata

lindet wood in mid- winter sonata february the sky as one step higher up in the cold as tin foil i cycle of fi fths the am tired of winter sharpest key that long and the snow-blindness inward since has sliced through youth while ly refl ected in seriousness has the mind’s cabinet long since made it more of mirrors sad at no long or less ridiculous has er fi nding any left the pathos of traces of the wild manhood behind it – boars that rooted around in the almost fully sober the brain with their tusks music of old age

shame upon us i place my ear to what quite disgusting conduct the snow that’s glittering on boars pregnant sows and the ground at vier little piglets all ne (where the arab of them slaughtered at one go horses are steaming beneath by so-called hunters their caparisons) for the beneﬁ t and i listen for of agriculture – how blood a long time to the winter’s y awful – just call naked silence hard me a great softie with brass listen to if you like but we really the long and merciless tone ought to be ashamed of eternity

lindet wood mid-feb winter sonata ruary the day-moon shi brilliant in b major sharp ny as silver pa as a samurai per i’m tired of win sword (and maybe as ter of my own idio blind) more real than reali syncrasy but man’s ty itself (which strict the beasts’ worst enem ly speaking is noth y i still correct the say ing more than an abstraction) ing to but perhaps real as my own heart it only exists beat and as the large in the memory since my snowﬂ akes that are descending recall is at fault outside the poem

95 name snow

turn right when you get the u-turn at gjern to the roundabout – i say – what can we learn from that? we no turn left i cor can learn all sorts rect myself i like of things but not get left best you sound like something to know life because we our straight out of peanuts – selves are life all sorts my wife answers – where of other things we are we meant to be going? – are able to apprehend i haven’t the faint but not ourselves we est idea or can learn that death simp i’ve forgotten what it was ly doesn’t give a damn a what’s the difference? bout the turn at gjern

as with life in gen so be careful eral as live gradual watch it – down into third gear ly progresses one and remember that hasn’t the faintest the way there and the where one is heading for or way back are not necessar one simply forgets ily exactly it (in inverted as long as each oth commas) perhaps one just can er not even on paper not remember names a cunning stunt and any longer – and a stunning cunt aren’t that is quite a good way of completely the same either consoling oneself so watch it out there

what was it again? – right then back to the ølsted ølbjerg øllebøl motorway once again not le or ølst bakker? in order to ﬁ nd the confusion spreads ourselves or to un like an out of the body derstand ourselves or any experience why of that shit but in don’t we drive to øl order to get back god – it was there we once bought home before nightfall and be some tiles i remem fore a new snowstorm ber – and from there to starts from the northeast ølgod plantage - why not home to a country omelette let’s make it ølgod with bacon and chives

96 year head

will the wolf survive? export poem – writ waylon jennings sings on vi ten on this year’s ash wednesday nyl (long ago and behind danpo’s poul far away) a good ques try slaughterhouse while tion that i am attempting the winter’s last snowﬂ ake swirls to answer by go round my head like ing out to stursbøl the feathers from a plantage where signs are said blown up poularde or an ex to have been found of ploded cockerel a wolf after an that is on its way absence of two hundred years up into heaven without in danish nature either head or wings

there the wood lies black once a long time a and biblical (paradise go i was myself involved revived after in beheading a two centuries) hen and sure enough here i enter the poem it sprinted around without like some einzelgäng a head for twenty er or other heav seconds – a spectac y with language down along ular death after a good the snow-covered paths life it must be said of syntax so as so what – every to ﬁ nd a ghost or just a body has to die one shadow of a ghost way or another

and perhaps it is the last verse here i nothing more than a hören am ﬁ lling (as one can see) sagen or a get up with deep-frozen ting lost in gram words and with fragments mar’s thicket of brambles – am ‘leg of chicken’ for exam i really hot on ple and ‘chicken liv the trail of the real er’ entire chick thing across the wilderness ens that have been carved into of the heart and will various senten the wolf survive? a ces and supplying good question as mentioned al it with an export guaran so for a poet tee made in denmark

97 ﬁ re mother

i’d really rather it is dark and it have got a poem off my is raining – where am i? – i hands than i would life can’t see a blind thing not that that makes any dif not even a hand ference whatsoever – the in front of me? – where am i writing continues going? can’t we stop unconcernedly here i need a piss – down along the highways and is this just something i’m mak this time it is off ing up or is it towards østerild that poem i would plantage where the decre have written once but was not ation’s to take place able to till now?

it’s precisely here it’s not at any in the smell of ginger and rate due to the text i am wet lightning that man reading in the lay- places himself at by men’s toilet near the centre of everything nørre åby (only some (changes democra of it) ‘go fuck your cy to demo-cra self’ – it says in red zy) in this small almost frac speedmarker – well please excuse tal corner of the me but that’s what it world where lucifer says and it is as once came crashing down in an mentioned not me who’s written inferno of ﬂ ames it (down) before now

I say shame upon no – it’s neither a the minister of the en question of old poems or vironment and ri of new slogans but sø DTU and of dylan in ster shame upon his ministry eo of dylan as re and the forestry mix of a digi commission and the tal dylan on the wind turbine industry and E20 (which used to be the test centre and called E66) shame upon the ur ‘mama put my po ban and rural committee ems in the book – I can’t and the government write them any more’

98 freedom beloved

i don’t have a plan i have got tics this correction: i don’t have a is a very strange thing to ny plans for today write in a poem and that means that the perhaps but i could mental level has been dis n’t care less – so that’s what i’m turbed because no ful doing – tics around ﬁ lment is able my left eye in which to take place and everything i already have astig will happen more or matism in ad less randomly as vance which means that i’ve a change of essence rather always seen the world in a than of existence somewhat special light

let’s go down to hinds it’s not until i’m holm i say and take a look over here at skallinge at the horses or i fi rst realise to taasinge as it perhaps it’s due we usually do – we could to the sharp refl ection from toss a coin to the sea and the salt decide – i contin that are sending sud ue for that means randomness den fl ashbacks down through the mem has been given its ory stray lightning due and we’re observ fl ashes of something ing the laws of matter all that i do not recall in the time in a way spite of everything

so we drive off at i give my belov random into the so-called ed a call on the mobile blue and end up at telephone and ask a third place at we her if she loves me dellsborg næs that is gleaming even now that i have con with sunshine and tur ﬁ rmed i have tics a quoise feel ourselves com round my left eye and pletely free and independ even though she is standing ent of everything precisely next to (paradise released) me and is receiv but not to have any plans ing this question on her own is itself a plan mobile telephone

99 heart paper

break – lunch – break out in the hairdresser in the great green outdoors that has søndersø ﬁ nishes by n’t turned green yet but trimming my eyebrows black and white and brown as usual and like an ox-hide stretched out be says – well that’s the last time i’ve tween the four corners cut your hair for from of the world or as monday onwards i’m in this particular case stopping after ﬁ fty years between four villag in the trade no non es in the centre sense straight out without of funen like a stained and sentimentality if tattered altar cloth only it was me

the northwest knot has yes – if only it been tied to or fastened to was me who without more a a fencing post in do could loosen the sortelung where we passionate bondage have put up our portable and could set the poems free table in the mid could allow them to dle of the green square hover and circle that only becomes really over the paper like the (chemically) green large common buzzards (paradise recti over heartland which ﬁ ed) when it has been sprayed and will look for other preserves cleaned with herbicides when the time is ripe

green tuborg – it can’t but it’s just not on be true – do green cecil ci i cannot (praise the lord) let garettes still exist? – go that easily green day fuck greenpeace the poem decides piss-green trousers green ears green for itself when it comes and fi ngers you know where when it says goodbye you can stick them – green (also in the fi curved ones green butchers the green nal instance) and no longer heart – green is always has any need of fi ne by everyone – me with my neatly green all over the place – green trimmed eyebrows and a hairdres how i love you black ser who is retired

100 paper paradox

the hairdresser in what can i fi nd in søndersø fi nishes by my notebook (the one with the trimming my eyebrows red corners that i got as usual and from asian market)? says – well that’s the last time i’ve resurrection – it says on cut your hair for from page three – what the fuck monday onwards i’m then i’ll take a trip stopping after fi fty years to rynkeby to see how in the trade no non that takes place – i mean sense straight out without at any rate li sentimentality if terally speaking or li only it was me terally seeing

yes – if only it the church service is was me who without more a over when i get there faith do could loosen the fallen into ru passionate bondage ins for a brief mo and could set the poems free ment i can’t know if i be could allow them to lieve since the abso hover and circle lute paradox is over the paper like the at stake and this means large common buzzards that reason has there over heartland which fore been disengaged will look for other preserves or imploded into sheer when the time is ripe and utter nonsense

but it’s just not on the church door is shut i cannot (praise the lord) let which means i can’t get to see go that easily the resurrection the poem decides (which as far as i for itself when it comes and can recall from reproduc when it says goodbye tions looks as if it (also in the ﬁ manages to take nal instance) and no longer place in a sea of soap bub has any need of bles) but that makes no me with my neatly difference in this trimmed eyebrows and a hairdres context where the proof itself ser who is retired has to be believed

101 past house

i hand out a glad heartland studios smiley to helnæs – stick it a car enters the driveway – metaphorical it is a grey ﬁ ly speaking to the at punto (low key lighthouse partly since i’m in lighting) an elderly man a good mood and part gets out the right-hand ly since the island side and looks up di lies shiny and gleaming like agonally left big close a newly minted up of his face which coin in the sun is slightly ruddy – embellished and swept clean of he says the line: well here we the impure spirit are back home again

the shore is all right – the light-haired woman the seaweed lies there as it in the opposite side of should (wigs from a roy the car stays sitting al theatre) the there (medium shot stones look as if they have been of her proﬁ le as sharp as newly washed and have ivory) i say: been scoured with salt and well here we are back borax buoys and both the jet home again the man says a ties are brightly col gain and goes across oured and the entire the driveway to the installation deserves a house which is painted black and resounding six points unlocks the front door

the smell of slurry heartland on lo is minimal (fi ve points) e cation inside the house ven though it detracts (red fi lter nega slightly from the e tive cyan printer) valuation that the scen the elderly man looks in ery resembles the mirror fl icks a a national ro speck from his upper mantic painting from the past – lip crosses over with a take no notice of fi rm step to his desk that whatsoever looks out of the wind the fi nal assessment is: ow and then writes this poem paradise redeemed (fadeout in black)

102 darkness ﬁ eld

on our way into i am not afraid the dark (which one in a way of elia even though always is) but this it looks like a space time in brorfelde ship from some distant which is said to be the dark galaxy there on the ﬁ eld est spot – i have al in birk i have e ways sung the dark’s prais ven climbed it es even perhaps earli together with my belov er in this collec ed in spite of the tion i am no long fact that lightning could er able to remember come like a bolt from the blue darkness in the dark at any moment

perhaps one can see and i’ve never doubt oneself in dreams (and that pro ed the construction’s bably means an im trustworthiness re minent death) but no fused to believe in one is capable of see the column of light that will ing himself in re rise up like a kun ality live while dalini ﬁ re at an still alive neither with a interval of eighteen days pair of binocu or like the archang lars nor without with el’s ﬂ aming sword in or without gold-rimmed specta spite of the fact i haven’t cles – keep on truckin’ seen it happen yet

poetry also i am also hard springs out of the dark and the ly afraid i myself will light perhaps – that sounds shoot up to heaven ambiguous and in a chariot maybe it is so too – what of ﬁ re when the time comes or do i know but we straight down to hell – i in fact reach the place actually un of the dark (the observa derstand the powerlessness of tory) in bright sun thought better than its shine and so what? – no power and it is that one can see god even so paradox which undeni with a telescope ably frightens me

103 way spring

come on overtake springtime in lange then dammit – the kawasa skov nursery that’s for cer ki ﬂ ashes past us – tain i drive over what’s it trying to there just to make sure get to? its own funeral okay – tulips a whole lot or purgatory? – of humus in bales i myself am on ten million years old – my way in the opposite sun over a new world – but direction even it doesn’t help in though we’re going the the slightest the game same way along the same road is lost if you ain’t got towards hjardemål an ace in the hole

reality po mini-paradise etry in the fast lane and or paradise remixed i know what i am (with nitro phospho talking about for rus and manure) i rode a motorbike for according to one’s temper ten years once upon ament the roses a time in my youth of prohibition used to collect makes– indi tree of stupidity – don’t an royal enﬁ eld – buy them yourself tried riding my step if they’re cheap and father’s harley davidson bargain offers guard the green before i was twelve ness in your own heart

so don’t come here springtime as mentioned with your rear wheel and exhaust and it must be prior to fumes of stellar ne the fall since there are bulae don’t come here so many happy and play the idiot with people walking around here a man who has rid with sprigs of forsyth den without a crash ia in their hair – helmet before you were born but the patience doesn’t come whose driving licence out even so just is more than ﬁ fty like life doesn’t do years old – greet them in hell from so either unless one has me – you jumped-up turd an ace up one’s sleeve

104 fairytale cloud

the road to jutland if one draws a straight is wide and crowded with all line from nørre højrup to sorts of cars cara otterup and drops vans and trailers but a perpendicu the last part of the road that lar on lumby sets out a leads to billund by new line towards søn is narrower than dersø and ﬁ nish the edge of a razor blade es off with a perpendi and only lets children cular on nørre enter legoland højrup it will look and the adults that become quite like an imagina small children again ry billiard table

and since we neither so ﬂ at north funen have children nor act as such scenery is like a snook we are obliged to er table (painted pay the full admis by man ray) beneath sion charge at the entrance and pink clouds – but that is where the for that very same resemblance also reason the enchant ends for here there is ment is broken and the fair no smell at all of turpen ytale is reduced tine but of slurry to a question of and it is not the models that are unable green colour of baize but green to contain themselves er than death itself

but i will seek my I’ll mingle my revenge one ﬁ ne day i shall own shit with this odour come back once again and bury my troub and revisit this les and sorrow here enchanted paradise – I where there is plenty of space shall return one in the carefree green day when I am dead ness of hell – i will to this paradise revi take love back with me to my sited and haunt it garden at home and both here in re happiness with me ality and on facebook from which it’s original with all my love ly come - goddammit

105 body meaning

my lord i’m sorry every year in ap to have to shit your body ril the old worldwide web is out like excrement replaced and expand at some random road ed by the subter side toilet but communi ranean far larger net on earlier in work of reali the day in the church ty that fl ashes o at hørup insists on its ver the forest fl oor like a inevitable surface fi re in all right i can’t stop my the woods of denmark body any longer out www.the anemonecor it must come as shit poration.dk

but that is the con or paradise re sequence if my faith is pure born this time at pedersborg without blasphemy in a short circuit without ﬁ gura lasting a nano tive transformations and with second in which the atom out mumbo-jumbo of eternity and then it’s from muck explodes as light in and manure from ashes and earth the world of ﬁ nitude – or that we shall arise what a lot of non again isn’t it – sense as it sounds like if the bread isn’t to end when translated into the up as sacrilege language of reason

and the wine i piss don’t be afraid in out somewhere else or as blood spite of this statement also my lord mix it with the violets are slurry and saltpet lit up as storm lan re here on the ﬁ elds of poor terns in the twilight and in simon the shithead dicate the way in ah heart of jesus to springtime and if sweet and violet as an anyone should happen to artichoke that’s ful ask: what is the mean ly ripe now eaten ing? – you don’t need to and consumed transformed into answer with anything but itself once again a fucking ﬁ nger

106 eternity heaven

if you think i’ve ﬁ n black (hell) list the min ished with churches you’re mak istry of agriculture ing a big mistake cheminova and just look now at this the grindsted plant no poem shot on kodak ﬁ lm vo nordisk monsanto and in some way or oth the eco-protec er (so as to un tion agency the derpin the memory) with agriculture board and en my wife’s camera vironment minis see how blurred it is try plus proms fabrik just look at how it trembles ker all accused of crimes in in image and word the great nature war

and the next photo red (purgatory) graph has been overexposed list the marsh fritillary and is so light that plover and tawny it is almost im pipit oriole possible to make out clear crested lark and dunlin sil ly which church we are ver-washed fritilla actually deal ry and the white w ing with on this special pa plus orange orb webs and the per – but i can re bombadier beetle veal that it is of all of them now threatened tostrup church taken into with total extinction in a very bright light the great nature war

the third illustra white (heaven) list the tion didn’t turn out as a shore at fogsand the sea off nything or rather hvide sande væd only became this ehule ravine poem because it was tak stingstedskoven the sky a en unsuccessful bove kindertofte ly and ended up church skjern meadows and black – it was meant to have re the stretches of commonland presented the mural at otterup all of eternity of them nomina alas my apologies ted for a gold medal in now truth is my own the great nature war

107 mirror morning

is there something wrong the early dawn gleams where’s that banging noise coming coldly like an underwat from is it the en er welding we are gine or is the sound out early – coughing coming from inside my own and hawking – is that meant to head? – we pull in to be dybbøl? – it real the side of the road – ly is peaceful so thank god – the noise is quite gone many years later the mill it’s not a tumour and museum are peace be to the high both in place there are way and the medical cen sure to be lots of tourists tre at brenderup later in the day

for one has after my grandfather told all had various illness me that max møller’s regi es over the years ment formed a square dur tourette’s syndrome is ing the battle and was one example (fuck and cunt) almost completely anni kreutzfeld jacob’s brain hilated but that riddled with holes like a was back then a long swiss cheese and what on earth is time ago or maybe it’s the name of the thing just consolation again? – alzheim and fairytale like er’s and parkinson’s illeg now with the monument to ible manuscript the fallen soldiers

and then death makes its the hell and slaughter arrival dazzling and full of history its web of of conceit on some lies and traumas the quite other day a conjuring trick of morning perhaps where you wake history its tombola up and look into and villainousness the mirror above the beauty clinic the washbasin as usual and and reconstruction of his there is nobody tory its myths the there’s not a shadow entrenchments of his of anybody – oops – that tory that glint with sabres doesn’t look too good and crushed porcelain

108 poetry language

lejre doesn’t smell cold metaphors with of vanilla at all (those out ﬁ re are burnt off above who know my po the waters two etry well will know empty jerrycans just what i mean by that) it of oil do not embellish is rather more the exceptional a question of what landscape the frame of shall i say a perfume of a trailer an old bicy slurry mixed with a cle and hundreds of suspicion of pet tin cans are hidden rol and a whiff of my own in the woodland that lies be ice-blue aftershave hind ﬂ yvesandet

we have driven in paradise for to the denmark that once was saken paradise de with our safety belts praved paradi well fastened between se offended pa barley and wheat (if i’m right) radise decayed para through meltwater val dise degraded leys and into the paradise re iron-age moraine and kettle jected paradise re hole landscape (i i fused paradise magine) along the squandered para roadmap’s red arrows on to dise eclipsed para a load of bullshit dise forgotten

and i’m telling you if it is toilet no lie – i think that the en paper then leave it well a tire ﬁ eld is full of lone do not touch it cowshit (and some of the chairman of the it may very well come from family committee warns bull calves) passage graves us – it’s quite disgust and burial mounds ing they could at least made out of papier mâ have the decency to cov ché in minia er it over with ture among the real a shovel – the sky’s ship tumuli on their way big the heart open – language towards nothingness extends no further

109 star place

come on – the roads lie i’m standing in the open in all directions place that according to my like the radius beloved does not es in a morning exist known as lil star come along with me on jeberget although pansies a trip that leads to are in ﬂ ower ev heaven or to hell erywhere in pots and according to whatever basins under black boards on suits you best you de which nothing stands neith cide for yourself come er written with chalk on out to where the iron cross or letters even though here of poetry grows a printing works lay

i must be insane what shall i say my i state – you’re probably quite mother-in-law ﬁ nally right – my friend answers said even though she you’re gradually hardly knew the po getting to sound like the night et’s words – the place that does not ingales translated in exist – i answer to danish – i see – now because poems or like the transsiberi are in certain circumstan an railway is what ces more intelli i retort – for it’s gible than words are bloody well gone and taken or manage to reach further the same length of time than understanding

come on – follow me i’m standing in the to the sea (this time we’re at place that according to my husby klit) to the beloved does not sea of poetry exist on shaky (the crucible of language) ground and on my own account where the poem’s ﬁ lled as life itself with with salt and seaweed out sprigs of forsy (smell for yourself) where language thia or freesia in my is ﬂ ushed back and forth hair – and he who un come with me through the derstands nothing shall slurry and the danish pong lack nothing (special come with me – come on thanks to my love)

110 answer evening

i regret that there once again we come is precious little cosi too late to astrup vig this ness about my po spring – perhaps to es ems that they are full cape the pain of re of detritus and rubble ality just for once in of oaths and curses a while (its double foreign words and pid annihilation gin english and that the co in the heart of genesis) siness is restrict perhaps it is on ed to chance lunches ly a dream or per eaten as is here the case haps it is to continue at mørkenborg inn to remain a dream

sorry – i am out so much time has gone on other business nor can what the fuck is the meaning i give indulgen i need a really ces for other peo good shag it’s been such ple’s feelings (even though i a long time (time is the drug) occasionally perhaps we should spend have hidden a small the night in resen tin of tears among the words) hus (if such a place actu wait a moment – i ally exists) and think i’ll just indulge give it a try in in a bite of salmon with surroundings that are unfa some dill and lemon miliar to us?

what was it i want perhaps it is too ed to say – i am even late perhaps i will never less able to re get to walk along deem anyone’s thoughts the waters of the or be responsible for limfjord with my beloved weddings and funer walpurgis night be als – in brief it looks low the grave of the pretty bad – what i want then poet that is gleaming with from my poems? – don’t salt and electro ask me – read the a lysis perhaps it bove-mentioned answer a coup is later than both the night le of pages back and omega-time?

111 church pain

another day in my right arm worries another church just for the me at the moment curi fun of it (how strange) ous pains and spasms there hangs jesus as keep on shooting through usual on the cross pale it like some sort of purga with gold bronze what are tory i’m a bit you staring at you concerned – dammit it’s clodhopper? – are you talking the one i use to write with to me? – who is to i may be a ne say what to whom in cromancer with shirt this more than distinctly cur frills and gold watch but ﬁ rst and ious passion play? last i’m a craftsman

oratorio i once broke my right have you remembered to vi elbow and while it was heal sit your old mother? – ing everything i i inquire of the did was cackhanded vicar who has a voice deep and even though the poems with talcum at the resembled themselves church exit and hand they didn’t seem to shake yes but she died long a sound quite right just like the same go – he answers con prelude in e-ﬂ at fused recitative: and d-sharp minor have you remembered to vi may correspond on paper sit your old father? but sound different

the ﬁ nal scene is it now seems as if enacted at vigerslev the pains from time to time spread graveyard where the out through the writing birds are singing po and hurt in the words lyphonically (turba) but as long as my poems and i answer with do not make me feel my standard reply: secure i am on i love you too you bunch of the safe side – so the future jumping jellybeans looks hopeful (written another day in on the way to ød another church just for the sted on the second of may) fun of it (how strange) enjoy your sunday

112 ﬂ ower memory

even the green de fl ashbulbs – all these sert naturally blossoms lightning fl ashes of a pen with its scent of hon insula from the ey as in a song stone age over-ex of songs explodes in cadmi posed and full of multifl o um so yellow that ra rose that only it eats away the fl owers in the mem blue of your eyes leaving be ory because the decis hind the fi elds lying ion has long since been around farstrup to taken i resist the bees’ own convenience my temptation to return and their own sweet will to røsnæs once more

i am of course talk turn off instead to ing about the kingdom of the right and drive through the rape the innocent industrial pro evil of rape which perties of the mem outsources both hare lapwing ory where carmen curlers and common partridge lay and old days do leaving them dead in you recall – do you a stench of cold-pressed oil – i recollect all these lies at am talking about best just beautiful the almost catho fantasies cleaned with lic gilding process that is the carbon tetrachloride brought about by rape of oblivion?

are you yellow – maaan there the asnæs power this has got to do with the plant towers up like some ili danish national on towards the heav economy and en of the moment not with your own person ﬁ re-blue and prosaic a al private conscience bove the statoil pipe- shit places food on line that connects the the table and piss brings in subconscious with the cold sun a good ﬁ nancial of the dead i re yield and rape has a sist my urge to in gleam like that of the purest toxicate myself in mem copernican gold ory’s petrol fumes

113 truth mankind

take it easy now i drive my car through we drive into the summer town and land and there i meet in a newly washed an old old man how car the winter tyres do you do – who the have also been changed and e fuck are you – are you tongue-tied ven though the words do too? – ah yes these not ﬁ t properly old nursery rhymes we nevertheless place our return in the reverse or trust in the poem’s der when you yourself truth which consists of have grown old and the thousands of small words of a inner tape-recorder has thousand and one lies started to go wrong

off we tear at a i’ve always found it fearful pace up under the a little bit difﬁ cult roof of denmark in with people who are himmerland where the elderly special dandelions god’s dandelions ly old men because they could have taken over of course represent paradise re my always absent gained by dandelions father – that’s what i assume which once belonged to or my elder bro the devil as his ther who died for my ﬂ ower his smoking army sake long ago well that is of pappus from hell what i have been told

apart from that sweet i drive my car through fanny adams to translate town and land and there i meet it from good old-fash an old old man who is ioned danish here it’s neither my own fa utterly boring there’s no ther nor is he my elder entertainment there’s brother but just my no dragshow there’s no self – hello old x-factor there’s no mcmeet boy how are you doing? – o not a bloody thing kay young man – comes the nothing except for prompt and the precise these miracles that are all reply on a late afternoon part of creation in jægerspris

114 hand point

church me here and church the parameters me there and church me simply are undeniably ta everywhere where they pering off more and lie so beautiful more into the van ly in the sinus curves of ishing point’s cloud massifs and the landscape or on more and more symbol the coordinates ically with in of the ranges of hills placed creasing age although i know with care so that ev very well from the peep eryone can make their show that it is all way to them (but no one feels merely an illusion a like it) each sunday form of deception

not to mention the i know very well villages that lie strewn out that the lines never converge over the country out there in the pur side like glittering gatory of the shards of glass in the sunshine horizon (in this case out they too are in the behind tjæreby) process of being and i know very abandoned by all and sund well that death is always pre ry – just take stille sent – not only in bæk you can’t even the second half of buy strawberries at the road life although that may very side any longer well be how it feels

everything’s closing what i’m saying is down out here in the country that age is in no way an side the schools the inns excuse for giving the mini-golf cour up – or ‘carry on ses (paradise closed) – so what – johnson’ as ﬁ eld marshal mont even the big ci gomery used to ty is doing bad express it even though ly and left holding the ba he did not know any of by quite literal his soldiers person ly second hand cre ally but was simp ated by a hand that it ly in the habit of learn self’s been created ing their names by heart

115 love rose

my beloved it don’t destroy the da is one of those days when nish language – what are you talk i feel that i’m young ing about? – language again and mushy is stronger than a and i am not completely thicket of brambles that like sure that that is a a hydra creates healthy sign but i nine shoots each time it abandon myself even is cut back language can’t be so to the heart i destroyed but only ﬂ ing myself head o enriched and improved ver heels and unrelenting by the addition of for ly out into love eign fertiliser

truth is neither yours don’t destroy the en nor mine nor anybody glish language – that would be more else’s except his – adequate (in my he who counts the least own particular of the hairs on your head but case at any rate) drive up love is something that to the nursery i myself answer that lies behind the for ﬁ rm and unchanging just sea walls in bogense and like the emerald that buy english roses hangs round your neck and to be planted out as beautiful – but that you in the danish language and decide for yourself danish poetry

my beloved when don’t destroy poe you read this poem then read try – what on earth is that sup it with your eyes closed posed to mean? – it will or read it through the take more than a sing eyelashes’ wing-beat of in le poet to destroy poetry visible writing or and the spirit from just pretend that you which it origi have never read it before nates – maybe a whole people because nobody is not enough to can read the words of commit such a crime – a poem that has never even though it could at times even been written seem to be the case

116 word life

read four words ahead come with me to mar the last of the anemo gaard? – there’s a concert with prim nes and violets rose – of course you’ll come write: something about with me after all the colours of the beechwood primose never ever comes right now –skip two verbs – to margaard any hey wait a moment more and nor do you a pile of ﬁ rewood was (is) you either for that matter standing around it it’s now or never and into a smaller then you can eat hot area with dog’s mercu dogs in the interval and ry so far so good think about yourself

where are we i won to think about one der? are you blind or something – self – that’s a little ﬁ shy can’t you see that three no one has indi words back it says ‘hornsher cated how that is red’ – we ﬁ nd ourselves at pre possible – speculative sent in a kind of ly because of re rebus of stone and gression and exis words since the stones of the four tentially because life is poets rise up here in the making or in writing and there live as it’s also in the memorial grove’s called – to think about oneself shadows and sunlight that’s impossible

why all these self-ref what do you mean? erences? – it’s already haven’t you heard that mankind more than ﬁ ve o’clock has created the there’s not much time for universe in a stuff like that – because the mean new big bang? – haven’t you heard ing with the poem that mankind has re is to lead you through created life in nonsense and thickets in to a fresh attempt – that it has the poem’s place this created itself – poem’s literal haven’t you heard that and physical place – look at mankind has now become god – it – read it again haven’t you heard that?

117 picture death

travel-sickness has what in all the world got a grip on me today by the way do my upper the pneumatic sys arms look like – they look tem has a puncture – a bit like turkey in the windscreen i can see meat and dried apricots why that i look like a hasn’t my wife re stick of celery marked on this fact to and-stroke-or shit gruel what me – could it be that she does would my danish teach not see me any er have said i won more or could it be der about metaphors like we are dealing here with some that www.dot.com kind of indulgence?

the seat down at an and why is it i angle of forty-ﬁ ve de have not noticed this phenom grees my ﬂ uid bal enon until now ance restored with the and simply by chance aid of pepsi cola no (almost an act of omis more trying to read sion) on the main road the map in the car between fangel and bro or to spell the road signs back byværk – am i not myself – wards either – staaby do we simply not for example – y see each other at baats – that’s enough to give an all? – test: do i normally yone the upchuck wear a watch or not?

funen upside-down but back again to no the opposite seen from my biceps brachii can below that’s not pre anything be done cise enough either – about them – press-ups like a quincunx of lilacs ﬁ tness or perhaps something in a hall of mir that has to do with rors? – is this how my yoga or a dif nausea can be expressed ferent diet? – what shall we in images or do with the drunken as a negative sailor – death grins at of paradise that has black me in the rear mirror with apple trees in it? his dark-yellow teeth

118 summer wing

the fi nal swallows you’re getting warm now – end fl y out of may and in through of the road or what? – is the summer’s eye of a poem getting lost needle with shadows in the sands at grønne as big as archeopte strand among those empty ryx – børglum abbey esso cans they must has not disappeared have done a really in the course of the night – it long journey) and other fl ot rises up thank god sam and jetsam buoys in the middle of dead jellyfi sh and trinitatis white with salt mussel shells or is it poss and reality ibly life itself?

shall we celebrate the sea is burning the holy spirit with a in great unattainable proper old-fashioned expanses of salt drinking bout? – spirits and violet glit upon spirits and tering (like the sun-topaz polish booze what is more (spi that was stolen years rytus rektyko ago) enticing wani) from the family’s with all the enterprises necromancy – shall that were to prove un we say to hell with successful with all the risk of ending up in the dreams that never managed the circles of hell? to get to the shore

how childish can you the sky is burning be? – as if hell actual lighting up everything and ly exists in a dazzling me for a poem or rather moment so i can only exists in a book see nothing or only the decorated with shadows and the white ivy garlands around and pink wings in the blank verses as if hell the sand as on the beach of actually on childhood – what was it ly exists in our i didn’t see – what was selves in our own heart – just how it i didn’t manage to reach stupid can you get? through poetising?

119 fact wood

old men fart – says gins all along the woods berg and this is the expres from which dark rays radiate sion of something that all along the po is a plain fact but so ems of death written what? – so do young men and what in dust and clay on the wood is worse they stink like land ﬂ oor long before sulphurous vapours we drive past on our from hell – which is not the case pirelli tyres in fourth gear now where one is ab as we search for a le to fart in peace petrol ﬁ lling sta dry soundless farts – empty tion that serves coffee and rolls sounds from nowhere more live than ever

death does not exist – along our life and another poet writes – i deathlines that intersect each would very much like other and our own to phone him and to tracks that stretch behind ask him to comment on that us and in front of us in but unfortunate the strangest of pat ly he’s dead – on my terns and labyrinths own account i answer him if one were to draw them on post mortem that death the square of a map deﬁ nes life and vi of denmark lines that ce versa – which is hardly could reveal something of our giving tit for tat comprehensive plan

what would you like to all along the woods be quoted for? – perhaps it of gludsted (where the rosebay would be prudent to is out early with stay silent perhaps its crest) with death dog too prudent and to answer ging our every footstep (as as in the poem always the faithful here would be meaning henchman and loyal less and could prove to be di esquire) still believing in rectly stupid - so the deep mind that e caught in the middle verybody el with my pants down again se dies but you i.e. that (hvalpsund month of june) man is immortal

120 tree book

we are off today the head at esbjerg to malling inn that lies be county sixth form college (so low beder ceme we’ve got that far – al tery (paradise most to hjerting where reconciled or sealed up for the salmon is cheap) says to the moment) along me: i read your po the main street between em ‘jump out of the the japanese cherry trees cellophane’ aloud at the which only blossom speech day ceremo for the dead as well ny for the students – as in prince’s ultima the poem that’s near the end te collection of your book ‘heartland’

and what has the car i’ve never written radio got to offer that – i answer – oh yes you right now – is it new have – he says – and it stories about the ends in english ‘co whale that’s stranded in vejle me on show your real ﬂ owers’ fjord – new inunda so it suits the oc tions in bangladesh casion very well new murders and rapes that it’s not me who has written have taken place in the poem – i re kirgisistan – what peat – but i wish it new cruelties are we to had been me for it is ex be entertained with? tremely beautiful

we are off today back home again at to malling inn as mentioned heartland i look it up in and even further the collection heart all the way to hell land – there the poem on the broad main road if there is as clear as day and i isn’t a narrow realise that my time er one availa too (omega time) ble where wild chervil gleams as a poet is coming like purgatory to an end that i by the roadsides of will soon have used up paradise on a summer’s all the words that it’s later day in outer denmark (zen-time) than i think

121 example light

i have to ask: what that is how the land am i to say? – and the ans lies then right now beneath the wer is of course what stars (paradise u am i to answer? nited) or hell per what is an old poetry haps if seen from a differ veteran who is ent perspective – you suffering from post are also involved poetic stress after ﬁ f in deciding this (your own ty years of reviews purgatory) the and verbal clobber the point of view con ing – what in the whole wide world stantly changes like the light is he meant to say? in the summer night

after half a cen poetry is in tury’s faithful service in a way like bank activi language after ten ties if there isn’t thousand more or less any cover for successful poems on that money and shares in real particular sub ity the bank goes ject after innum bust – if there isn’t erable blunders and a any cover for words and trocious puns with and pictures in real without vuvuze ity the poem la i can only answer: founders hopelessly in the what am i to say? surf of fantasy

i have travelled and that is how the shore written denmark to smither lies then down here at assens eens (dead or alive) lovelier in the on sea and on land gleam of the double and in the spirit (para reﬂ ection than malachite dise recorded) and and madder lake i’ve later lived in sworn an oath on that its woods (today i’m e.g. i’ve sworn my poem on that crossing frederik that is the contract haabs plantage) and take it or leave it even so have to answer: written in sand on midsum what am i to say? mer evening – sharp

122 silver soul

seven days later the elder has gone a hundred kroner the poor haywire is blossoming wild er (spent on petrol) er than grimms’ fairy two pepsi colas tales though it’s ad fuller along with a hein mittedly summer every eken beer i am where and i’ve no i driving around tu dea where i can elsø once again so ma ﬁ nd comfort and shade not here ny years later on at any rate at a minicycle isenbjergs ambolt sohelpmegod – but also where god tests the soul in ul one love the richer traviolet light

three kilometres the ground elder has further along the road and gone beserk and is seeking half a litre of to grow whiter and piss lighter three hun even whiter in dred thoughts emptier and the summer madness like a i don’t know how ma froth round paradise ny calories i i couldn’t care less reach krebsehus inn once again i’m not the one who’s got to ten days before my combat it or the silver annivers knotted ﬁ st of the ary one columbian giant hogweed that is raised in emerald dearer anger at the sky

seven nights later rosa multifl o and fourteen blood pressure pills ra has gone amok or complete three kisses deeper ly bananas is and a turned sod a gushing out its waves hundred dog roses the love of electroshock over lier in fl ower town and country – pain and a fairytale and ass for the wor just one attack of angst two king class – as it can also mosquito bites and be translated writ three poems closer ten in haste with a than last time seven nights clo shaky hand in a fi at pun ser to paradise to travelling at speed

123 nothing stone

let’s try our luck at read live backwards then fun park funen at any you will know what the alter rate as a bonus native is in more of temptations and than one sense – you can of goodies a mini-pa also ignore my advice and radise inside a can pretend that a mini-summerland choice simply does not inside a paradise in exist a third possibil side summerland fun ity is to drive en and so on ad to mandø with me libitum ad inﬁ ni and watch the moon bed down a tum ad absurdum mong the dog roses

closed – no entry it i am not talking states unequivocally when in riddles nor am i draw we get to fjeller ing a rebus i upvej – so no more am not writing in candyﬂ oss with which to wrap crosswords there does not exist up the heart and no any codeword or more racing in the any password and gokart against the sperma certainly not any ﬁ tazoa no more nal result or a ceremonies to ny piece of good news be performed in the aqua because that which i want to scape paradise closed say is up to you

that which is lost – all blaupunkt is drowning love manhood and friends in ex out the sea and the words too change for a paltry which is just as well handsbreadth of earth – i for there’s nothing more simply can’t stomach thinking to be said not at this pre about it any cise moment at a more not very long ny rate with darkness at one go at any rate falling over the poem the angels of noth which for the same rea ingness of the sun’s son is getting just rays cross swords home to the east as illegible as the to heartland again thirty-two heartstones

124 shadow thought

i’m standing at den it didn’t last ve mark’s southernmost point gedser ry long – three whole days to be odde and am say precise ﬁ ve stray thoughts ing the last and south and a glass of wine ernmost word in danish – i now off again over words say gedser odde and roads back in time or rather i say (as if that were poss the south stone or to be ab ible) to nybystrand where solutely precise mallow’s reﬂ ected i am in short look in the kattegat ing at the clouds on the hor and the great lights of heaven izon and say: south (paradise live)

that’s got that matter who’s saying by the out of the way for good or way that it says live with a that word out of the wide-open vowel poem although it and adenoids – it stands eternally behind could just as easily say me in cancer’s luck live as a closed white y charm highest in verb with a request the southern sky where the light or we could even be deal is brightest like an ing with a complete infusion of spir ly silent inﬁ n it and yellow (or lady’s) itive and with the oppo bedstraw one whole day site of the word die

deep south – no shadows death is my witness it is not so much the po to the splendour of life and em that you read as its infamous beau yourself the poem ty its indiffer is a mirror that reﬂ ects ence in all major appeals your gaze onto your its utter couldn’t self – the poem is care less attitude a shield that dazzles the powers to you and me who therefore of the dark – the po must manage matters em points you right in for ourselves (and ev the direction of yourself erything else plus extras) its of your own damn truth vote of conﬁ dence

125 sun existence

the fi ve-star hell in there is hardly a the north reeking of lancome’s nything more live than life fl ash bronzer as we the sole contender drive into the par is perhaps your ex king area at fl yve istence although your own i sandet in an o cannot of course be dour of body lo included once you tion i will allow the im start to think about it – try age to stand there (pause it out for yourself – at this juncture for no right it’s not poss about three minutes) as a ible - the i keeps on pop fata morgana ping out the whole time

the awnings of the there are plenty of caravans make me think of blockheads and oafs around the caravanserai place and they are sure (bedouin for one to give the alarm holiday – arabs just for wearing the very latest one summer) grill bar fashion in sun glass bouncy cushion and es – look at me – i’m invalid toilet – so all here which means i’m in techni ages taken in color completely to account i am live i can also far too asocial to be see you in polaroid which able to stay here means that you’re there too

we’re only dealing that is existence with a draft poem here this inexplicable and in time i am neither comprehensible going to camp in the i stands outside reality nor in lan the whole – can’t be thought in guage all i’ve done is side like an emer to test the possi ald buried in ash bilities for writing my that is the truth – dig it out self into an e if you can – here at ventual contract the seven-pointed with dethleff campers – now i star in gribskov where thought and must be moving on systems short-circuit

126 dream eye

and it is as if mors me here and mors something falls into place as me there and mors me up my when the drunkard hears arse or mors me right that little click in in the middle of side his brain or as when the my forehead or between my safe combination eyes mors me to the lock gives that ﬁ nal right and mors me to notch-matching click for the thief the left mors me above and that’s how something falls mors me below mors into place for me me beyond all con inside the seven-sided ceivable bounds and mors me star’s kaleidoscope right in the heart

my beloved is and then it is sud peeing behind the monu denly over the rapid ment and i myself ten minutes like a ﬁ nd two mittens a coitus inter mong the stones – yes it really ruptus then are the yellow sounds like a dream that and green and blue stripes nobody has e that now only serve ver dreamt but it is real to underline beauty then ity even though they too are over my reply is as then mors disappears follows: i will wait for you behind us in the rear mir my entire death ror at sallingsund

i pretend that i no more of this coun (do not) know what it means just try idyll – and perhaps too as when i inter much slurry has run pret a horoscope out into the ﬁ elds where uranus is approach and too many heifers that ing the node of the have never seen a moon or as now where blade of grass in their i’m listening to the gribskov lives perhaps it’s all become line’s train whistle (so too much factory – all that’s missing is i don’t know i’m just the woodcutter with an axe a damn poet who happens over his shoulder to be passing through

127 second garden

on your marks get set the topographi go – off again ﬁ rst rugaard cal atlas of the national road then the motor survey and cadas way across funen – tre says that the gar god how boring – yes in a den of eden lies in hes way it is but re ede wood close to warding in anoth gisselfeld surround er like lead-ups to the high ed by the möbius band lights as in all ma of the suså – so jor works where the struc that’s where i’m off to ture is almost that which is on a close late-summer day the most beautiful after trinity

on the far side of you are standing here – the great belt kilometre it says in a circle of after kilome cinnabar i reg tre of golden corn – ister three kilo how deadly dull although quite metres from the sought-for spot – lovely (empires of the trip begins but glowing amber) the no signs show the way monotony also has no arrows point in the right its powers of attrac direction no slab tion its own in of granite has been ertia that one learns to ap erected as a form of preciate with age marking – i give up

faster and faster it is not until it goes as it does in re i once more fi nd myself out ality as well side the wood that i over the fl at stretches start to realise of countryside as in the that i could not fi nd the gar tour de france – the years den of eden be become seconds and cause i was alread suddenly one has arrived y wandering around in at one’s destina it that i could not tion (paradise cal fi nd what i was search cifi ed) arrived at the words: ing for because i’d alread fakse lime quarry y found it - waauuuw

128 water mind

where shall we go now? i’ve always very shall we set off for nissum much wanted to see søren bredning to pay our jessens sand west of homage to mighty fanø – why i have reality yet one more n’t the søren jessen of time glittering like a clue it could just a renaissance of as well have been pet sweet pea out over the wat er meyers sand to the south ers (paradise that had commanded reconciled) read my whole interest y for another go of but my mind’s ﬂ itting about geo (word) caching? like a butterﬂ y

all right – follow me at last – there it lies along the usual road then søren jessens sand right towards the north that at my feet looking gleams with tinfoil and for all the world ex tansy so yellow that your actly like the picture on gaze turns blue over the screen of jessens the A18 where sand fulfi lment and a sign notifi es you a expectation fl atten out bout eggs and pota into what is an toes goodness gracious infi nite expanse how will i ever fi nd my of salt and mussel shells mi way to the limfjord? rage upon mirage

then i get to fol it’s not worth a shit lup odde where i bury it’s absolutely nothing a little box full only a new optic of tears and of old (a bit like when the coins at x degrees lat place you have always wanted itude north and y to get to turns out degrees longitude to be exactly east along with these words in where you have been all the time) the poem you are it is the work of reading right now be the spirit it is cause you’ve just come across a absolutely nothing on poetry cache (cash) ly a new reply

129 blood wind

at long last i think ﬁ ve square kilome that i have found the answer tres of sand spread out over to a question which its own sahel has not been asked yet i’m standing once more but which is as follows: why on jessens sand where almost the bloody hell do a month ago i people insist on gathered up the on racing against each other ly stone on the beach and took between maderup it home with me in and kattebjerg at order to add it supersonic speed – what must to my comprehensive col they get to so fast? lection of heart stones

why do they leave the the stone is not much road surface behind them lit to look at about two cen tered with the corpses timetres long and of dead cats pheasants of the greeny brown leverets and hedgehogs why colour that is called brown pink do they damn well have (stil de grain brun) to leave a brake track just like the stone of behind them of blood and good the philosophers it most year rubber and what ly looks like a greek in the whole wide world olive of the pa is there that is more impor radiso brand or a plum tant than death itself? stone that’s been spit out

and the answer is i put the stone back just as surprising as it precisely where i found it is absurd it is between the red and not only the vel the light-blue pennant ocity in itself or four paces into the wind – the symbol of the i return the on battle of the sperm ly stone that was to atazoa – a death rally be found on the beach to its takes place every morn original po ing to get to the sition – and thereby baker’s ﬁ rst and to buy the i haven’t changed the world – rath freshest soft white roll er the opposite

130 glass silence

i can show (prove) or if i go to ring remind you of the fact that købing fjord in order to you are alive you fi nd myself who then are reading this po fi nds that i who fi nds em right now therefore you are himself? – I am sorry but alive for you are it’s a serious unable to read question not a joke it if you are dead your heart’s or a linguistic trap and beating red and green certainly not some keeping pace with the kind of philosoph poem’s pacemaker – read it ical sophistry but blood again and again y damned serious

joking aside though however i have it’s not the slightest bit a not gone to ringkøbing fjord musing at knudsho in order to ﬁ nd ved odde now on myself – that is a ly glaringly beautiful chapter that is long since closed (paradise restored) (see elsewhere in my twelve kilometres collections of po forward and twelve back on sand etry) nor have i come in stone and shards of glass order to write a twelve kilometres logical essay of penance to underline or in order to die but the meaning of life to ﬁ nd peace instead

jump over the blade do i then fi nd sil while the sword is fl ashing bright ence here in the rain falling in the sun tyrfi ng at ringkøbing fjord? skræp nuning or od I must disappoint dens rev polished with salt and you – there are one helluva fl int excalibur lot of birds here and or notung – now my wife cannot keep it’s serious out into her trap shut so i will have the open while it’s to search for silence time one fi ne day you’ll within myself in neither be able to read stead – whoever that may be or quote from these lines (cf. the above)

131 day rain

who then is it who skjern meadow in rain is out at besser rev to and not just in rain but in day? – it’s me of course a deluge of rain along with my be the cattle try to loved in a sudden cloud ﬁ nd shelter under hawthorns burst of hard rain and and the low pine trees black rain in a down what have i myself pour so completely malig done to escape so merci nant that even the fully here in the mobile telephone car’s warmth and dry bied stays silent and the birds in ermeyer climate what is their borrowed plumage it i can have done?

and who then is it it’s almost easi who is out in the pouring er to list what it is i rain at besser rev? – haven’t done – i have it is i who like neither pissed nor shit some old stalker am hunting in my trousers i have not for absolutely shed tears for more than nothing any more forty years (only but am falling back two steps crocodile tears that is) i’ve at a time – it is never done any i who am no long shopping in rema er searching for that which i one thousand or burger king have already found believe it or not

who then is it who i wave goodbye to can just be glimpsed out there on the heifers with their small page the horizon at boy feet and then write besser rev? – i’ve just these lines home again answered that question but will from an ode to the rain – and gladly repeat my to my question on answer: it is i ly a naked pine and my beloved who are branch brushes poetical collecting wormwood ly a haiku o in the rain before ver my window pane i hurry back in order that just as rapidly is to write this poem erased once again

132 reason salt

you have no messa æbelø awaits ges – the dry voice of the mo with wading trips and water bile phone crackles in up to your balls the my ear like an in glitter of the sun sect – no contact – i am com and small fry between your toes pletely alone on or plastic clay for vrads sande as in my beloved’s ﬁ n the beginning (paradi gers and face (blue mask) from the se recreated) slopes of the north coast nor do i send a and seaweed as in ny messages or noti a japanese miso soup ﬁ cations myself æbelø awaits

when i was young i out past dræet and let reason rule supreme (one drættegrund that is white with would surmise the op salt and faeces where posite) in spite of we were to have lain heroics and a lot of in sleeping bags on a sum mistakes i let rea mer’s night and to have son rule it really looked at the shooting has taken me all these years stars of the perseides to manage to get across the book page it disconnected of dreams – but alas exclusively with the aid it will have to wait until of reason itself another life

i press asterisk then out over brod thirty one asterisk so det’s purgatory of light that you will not be that is without dark able to trace a ness and it doesn’t ny eventual call i even help to shut your eyes might make to you where or to talk gibber with a distorted ish in an attempt voice i read out one of my to escape from the facts or poems (possibly even to stick your this one) to make in head into the dog direct contact with you out roses’ penance of rubbish here from vrads sande and utter nonsense

133 night moment

the random factor caught in a speed trap juvre sand of all places – with the sign reversed in a I don’t know why per trucker trail stuck right haps as the result behind a refrig of a gibbsian enclave erator lorry from bør in time and space i kop and a tanker have no idea on which it says johs but open the poem and rasmussen – svebølle in release the words o an eternity ver the sea like thi as we are driving stle pappus that will hardly in a kind of theory of take root in the waves relativity

but then again – I it’s like ﬁ nding your never wrote my poems to self in a different po please the public (on em than the one i’m the contrary) there writing inside my are other reasons that are head as if everything grinds more selﬁ sh i am to a halt because afraid abysses everybody’s driv that are deeper than the north ing at the same speed as if sea’s three score and ten we in some sort of fathoms and that are way are escaping out darker than the abysses of time for a moment in of the human mind this pocket of time

I’ve got no questions johs rasmussen – i (they’re none of your business at repeat to myself inward any rate) the po ly time and time a em stands empty as gain like a mantra its own question so that e a tired incantation of veryone can answer everyday’s eter for himself (it’s none nity but sudden of my business at any ly it’s over – the lorry rate) my words are ﬂ y pulls over to the ing into the night right the overtak like pappus in the sunset ing is complete the road is I’ve got no answers clear – time sure ﬂ ies

134 moon sunday

you’ll think that it’s a sunday fucking sun lie if i write that we are day – i sing on my way to driving towards a the church service at moon that is as large langesø skovka as in clockwork orange and pel – I wanted to be a just as red but now cooler or a clea i have written it ner or a regu because the poem is not lator of language and a matter of truth never to be a but only repre poet (so help me sents itself and only sym god) but that is what I am bolises itself a fucking poet

we are driving then there’s nothing can be towards the autumn moon a done about it any more bove veﬂ inge and it is too late now it is not a pa even though the gods per moon despite the fact that must know that i have tried to it has changed colour escape by being again and is now a sailor postman a pink moon as in nick drake’s teaching instructor warehouse song of the same name man newspaper man and I cannot write and student of med it no more all this gar icine but no – it was the bage from the heart paper that caught me

i am thus moving a bloody poet on the boundary between full of nerves (like a racehorse reality and just before the start poetry sometimes of the derby) with on the inside and at oth ears as big as those of king er times on the out frederik the ninth side and on rare oc (and what a strange ob casions on both at the same sessive idea that is) time when the poems a poet for bet knit together the ter for worse as i words and reality in once learnt in my latin les to a single world sons: poeta sum

135 time

faint light on page littered with miscella neous letters (as you can see yourself) we are moving from point A to point B on the map or in the po em or in reality – let us say from kjel lerup to freder iks if we are to be ab solutely precise

so approximate ly ten minutes of my life will have passed (since we are travelling at an average speed of six ty kilometres an hour) and two min utes of your life you who are reading these words (at what is slightly less than average speed) but no time in the poem

and every time you read this poem it is now every single time isn’t that a strange thing even after a hun dred years it’s still now and nothing on the earth can alter a single word in this poem nothing in the world is able to change the fact it’s forever now

136 appendix

137 GENERAL DESCRIPTION

The formal basis for the collection of poems live is a hyperformula. Made up of:

1. A prototype consisting of diverse variables in language. The variables taken into account are the same as in the previous collection of poems Palimpsest. The prototype is ﬁ nite (permanent), i.e. the average of all the variable values in the entire collection live’s number of poems (900) corresponds to the average of the variable values in the number of poems in Palimpsest (1,036).

2. A vocabulary of core words (100) These core words are the 100 most used nouns in my previous collections of poems: Home (approx. 70,000 words) Heptameron (approx. 71,300 words) Fairytale (approx. 39,000 words) 1000 poems (approx. 48,000 words) In Nomine (approx. 23,900 words) Hsieh (approx. 14,500 words)

[These collections are digitally available in English translation at the website: xxxxxxxxx]

The 100 nouns give the poems titles in three takes, which only means that the nouns occur in the poem in question – and nothing more than that.

138 hyperformula

139 1.

PROTOTYPE

The ﬁ nite prototype in the collection of poems live – such that the average of variable values in live’s poems corresponds to the prototype.

R = 22 D = 16 r = 19 d = 30

No = 11 v = 5 place = 4 A = 17

g = 3-4 u = 4-3 f = 4 ge = 2

h = 2 b = 1 U = 1

R (Relat) – D (Descript) – r (relator) – d (descriptor) N (Nomen) – v (verbum) – place (pronoun) – A (preposition+conjunction+ adverb+adjective+proper name) g (subject) – u (verbal) – f (prepositional) – ge (object) h (main clause) – b (subordinate clause) – U (incomplete phrase).

[Translator’s note: I have not observed this formula in translating the poems.]

140 2. VOCABULARY øje (193) eye (with frequency) ånd (182) spirit ting (180) thing [Translator’s note: A Danish word may have various corresponding words in øjeblik (171) moment, instant English. The additional column lists these other meanings.] ild (168) ﬁ re sekund (168) second ORIGINAL WORD FREQUENCY TRANSLATIONS hav (165) sea, ocean spejl (163) mirror digt (1501) poem erindring (162) memory ord (904) word navn (156) name tid (866) time billede (151) image, picture, photo liv (645) life helhed (151) whole, totality day (640) day sommer (144) summer sjæl (565) soul side (143) page, side, hand (e.g. on the one hand...) død (512) death elskede (141) beloved lys (485) light papir (139) paper virkelighed (482) reality stilhed (136) silence, stillness sol (465) sun sne (135) snow hjerte (441) heart regn (130) rain kærlighed (423) love salt (128) salt vej (431) road, way, path sky (128) cloud gud (366) god digtning (128) poetry nat (348) night morgen (127) morning, tomorrow eventyr (343) fairytale, adventure måne (125) moon intet (308) nothing aften (125) evening skov (281) wood(s), forest sølv (122) silver himmel (278) heaven(s), sky hånd (119) hand alt (266) all, everything menneske (112) mankind, human being, person, people sprog (261) language eksempel (112) example år (257) year sandhed (111) truth træ (257) tree, wood (material) mørke (111) dark(ness) sind (243) mind hus (110) house stjerne (224) star orden (109) order sted (224) place, location, spot hoved (107) head verden (222) world mark (106) ﬁ eld drøm (213) dream fortid (105) past mor (206) mother fornuft (103) reason rose (204) rose vand (101) water sten (203) stone frihed (100) freedom, liberty vinter (194) winter smerte (98) pain

141 spørgsmål (93) question, issue mening (90) meaning, opinion vind (86) wind fugl (84) bird græs (83) grass glas (82) glass digter (81) poet legeme (80) body evighed (79) eternity, inﬁ nity jord (78) earth tanke (78) thought svar (78) answer, reply have (78) garden kirke (76) church kendsgerning (72) fact sonate (70) sonata kunst (70) art blomst (70) ﬂ ower bog (69) book vinge (69) wing skygge (69) shadow, shade punkt (69) point sti (69) path forår (64) spring(time) eksistens (64) existence paradoks (63) paradox blod (62) blood søndag (58) sunday

TRANSLATOR’S NOTE ON SYLLABLE COUNTING

Words in English in the collection itself are indicated by italics. Klaus Høeck sometimes counts mute -E in English as a syllable, e.g. paradise as having four syllables. Where there are several words in English I have tried to respect this, but when translating, I often ﬁ nd that the normal way of counting syllables in English is necessary for me to arrive at the correct total for the entire poem.

142