Palimpsest.Pdf
Klaus Høeck Palimpsest on a century
Translation John Irons 2013©
2 3 THE PICTURES
4 5 seedbed (1972)
restoration’s tak ing place under the paper while these words are
being read and up in the left corner of the poem there’s a so
ny loudspeaker but what’s become of the artist himself (the poet
if you like) try and this hint: the year’s 1972
i’m too sad to tell you (1970)
the picture’s implo sion into the poem and the poem’s into
itself as a sec ret code from the previous century perhaps
from another po et or from cape cod where there is still a fragrance
of mandarins and salt from the ship’s cemete ry of miracles
6 7 the angel of mercy study for homage to the square: beaming (1934) (1963)
what is a centu let us pay tribute ry – a container of noth to squares rectangles and all ingness or a black
box that is full of (also those from the curios the angel of sixties in neon colours) mercy for exam to parallelo
ple created out grams that have been drawn in the sand at blåvands huk ed stars and plaster the green rhombuses
four years before my that gleam in the night own appearance in the twen from cyberspace as well as tieth century from computer screens
portrait of naaotwa swayne the large transparent things (1988) (1958)
i haven’t got the already here things faintest idea who the per begin to go wrong (and they son in question is began to go wrong)
i have never met already as far her nor does she know me so i am the person transparency cap
who is anonym sized into blue and ous in relation to her white on the great expanses farewell then we of the sky the in
shall never meet a visible stranded gain on the bonny bonny in the obscurity of banks of the poem private collections
8 9 tree bones standing nude (1974) (1921)
could one imagine carved out of pali a track (a railway track that sander mahogany or consisted of thir teak which were the pre
teen sleepers that had ferred types of wood back been impregnated with cre then – long live the twenties which osote) could one by the way i know
imagine such a absolutely bug track running from the footboard ger all about but i re of childhood up to ly on art which in
its historical brief glimpses shows us terminus in ace galle much more of the truth than his ry in vancouver? tory ever does
hip hip hooray sam’s spoon (1949) (1990)
if astral bodies ah well it can hard are what are haunting these ver ly be my own baptismal ses then they are ap
paritions from au ver for that was pawned schwitz or buchenwald without (i refer you to: in nom shoes and without rose ine page twenty
bushes unshaven eight) – it is in ac ghosts that are in search of a tual fact not a spoon at sylum which they have all neither on its
hereby been granted imagined handker and therefore in chorus shout: chief nor on paper – sam’s spoon hip hip hooray? is not sam’s spoon
10 11 crusaders joseph stalin gazing (1949) (1979)
we were the ones who up along the top otherwise thought we were com edge of the picture there are traces of green and
and actually black enamel paint we’re as like each other as as if the whole surface had one brush is the next been sprayed with varnish
one we’re the ones there one could almost think behind ideas’ plexiglass we were dealing here with some united right in kind of car paint shop
the eye of the re but it is joseph volution of silverglue stalin who’s gazing at le and polyester nin over the edge
metamorphosis the totem (1935) (1945)
this poem is proof – there is a contact proof that a piece of poe on this side put the plug in tic writing is not and let us see what
organic and does happens did you get not belong to any dy an electric shock or did namic system this the poem simply
poem will never change it will never under get onto the same wavelength go any meta as another world
morphoses it will full of unknown ob never die and thus it will jects did you have this great sense never be buried of liberation?
12 13 house walkers by the sea (1966) (1954)
there’s no question of come with me to it being our house – that is the sea to the sea of love called cyborg and it
lies here on this side stone for you my be of the millennium tang loved where all time reigns (and led up in paper where all the time it
streamers whereas that is of course now) come house over there has been paint with me to the sea to the ed in acrylic sea of love to
and has been placed on the sea of orchids the boundary between two to the sea of jason to and three dimensions the sea of baal
head of eow: profile hinba (1972) (1978)
it could possibly raspberry marme lade all over the place and ive terror bombard i mean everywhere
ments of hanoi it have you got the mess age raspberry marmela de prince smeared right in
shot of absolute a whole decade dunked ly nothing at all it could in raspberry marmela possibly be that de the universe
but in fact it turns the heart raspberry out to be the head of the marmelade smeared in rasp artist’s own mistress berry marmelade
14 15 triptych four men (with guns pointed at their heads) (1972) (1988)
i found myself in can in other words this year of the lord in pur (these) an art of terror be created no mat
cle raised high above ter whether the vic generalities between tims happen to have black plas three mirrors that were tic bags pulled right down
over their heads or which i decided to call their faces are merely hid my home while i stu den behind four large
died to become an white plates mostly for idiot in a prince of the sake of the onlookers wales chequered jacket zat iz ze kvestion?
costume design for ‘oriental fantasy’ 190 x 30 x 7.190 x 30 x 7.50 x 42 x 1 (1915) (1993)
if i stack elev french soldiers were falling and en blocks of magnolia wood (that measure 19cm
german soldiers were in height 27cm in width doing likewise in the win and 38cm in length) on top of ter battle at cham each other will they
pagne this costume was together then weigh drawn in pencil and gouache a total of 73kg? – i the intention be don’t know but they will
ing for the hero then reach a height of to wear it in an ori 209 centimetres which is ental fantasy higher than i am
16 17 abstract speed the singing man (1913) (1930)
as if something has can bronze sing and if passed by at a fearful vel ocity or as ative in what key?
if something’s just be we are at any gun to accelerate as rate dealing here with one of if two forces that
are mutually op of ‘entartete posed are holding each other kunst’ which the nazis never in check as if green theless did not man
and blue cancel each age to destroy e other out in a double ven though the song of that name saltomortale is by mendelssohn
sleeping girl transsexualis (1943) (1991)
‘joy division’ is the clinical light the snap hooks from the lifted that occurs to me
in this particu full of epo and lar context ‘the east front’ the second one – what does ment the plasma as
the jewish woman well as all the sur dream who is about to be raped in some german amputation i
left the last decen er? – and ‘atrocity exhi nium without a trace of bition’ the third one sadness and remorse
18 19 first and third the gleaner (1987) (1978)
my own projections when i was small i from back then are far more beau used to turn the mirror up tiful than the green side down so as to
video portrait see whether i too of a vietnamese woman came to be upside down la on the back wall of ter I would try to
the staircase far more put everything in beautiful because they are its right place so as to see of you beloved whether i had found
dressed in a red o my own just like the pera hat and otherwise woman who is gleaning corn sweet fanny adams in the picture here
yellow and black boats zydeco (1985) (1984)
i take out a piece ing is a philosophi of paper and draw with a cal problem which won’t coloured pencil a
black board which i then either in my taking the attempt to erase once a gain and i then write
and reading aloud the word ‘zydeco’ on the board with various reading the poem ly coloured letters
aloud i’m reading aloud’ – it’s only the po poem which ends as follows: em’s trompe l’œil ‘don’t read this poem’
20 21 eidos industrial facades (1940) (1975)
there is no danger the castles and temp afoot and everything breathes les of our time: the cooling peace which is a lit towers camelots might
tle unusual y hourglass on the since the inner and the out horizon the ilion er picture have a of the terminals
marked tendency to agrees with dunker olysis the a
que and mussel shells cropolis of the with the battle of britain shipyards like vine leaves over there is something wrong the sky’s espalier
culture – nature performers (1971) (1948)
i have myself found why can animals a dead moth lying in my not act comedy? – because right trainer which turns they’re incapable
out to be a small of duplication do not know themselves and there moth (ephestia fore cannot ima
kuehniella) which gine themselves as the has perished so far from home female snake charmer and the in its fateful en clown as you or i
counter with culture can – who for exam and its sarcophagus made ple has seen a st bernard out of foam rubber play charlie rivel?
22 23 mille filles for darkness (1939) (1971)
a thousand girls born it was here – not in and portrayed on a lacquer to the hell of judecca tray in gold bronze in that lucifer plum
the same year that war meted – just look at broke out and was then scattered the enormous wings that un to the four corners fold from the wall com
of europe like arms ical and majes and legs of dolls that had been tic at one and the same time almost like kitsch at
capitated head night they are lumin ous with polyurethane that were made of glass here in milwaukee
club night city activities with subway (1907) (1930)
i know my mater now we have to go nal grandfather was in new forty years back in time (al york in nineteen hun most sideways like a
dred and seven and crab) to arrive at that he appreciated a frieze on one of the walls the noble art of of the great city
self-defence – so it’s a work that mixes not so odd that that i try cartoon with rococo ceil to localise him ings and advertise
among the throng of ments like a precurs onlookers – could it be him in the wing collar? merica of today
24 25 baraque d’dull odde le art (1961) (1987)
which life prisoner cres-lite pearl normally sits inside be alcoa liquitex pearl hind this chicken wire sturdy bolt and
on the chair standing nut co new york in front of the yellow and ny usa pearl 3m staedtler brown towel cloths is it pearl winsor and
a man who misses newton pearl formi gulag treblinka or chi ca x-acto pearl alcoa lon – what has become liquitex pearl of him has he gone sturdy bolt and nut co new york ny usa right at this moment?
rhythm in four squares 1822-now (1943) (1993) a meander bor come let us take a der of more recent date in walk together into the green red and black an neon light of the large institutions tank’s crawling treads from the bat tle of stalingrad the registers – have a trigylph and tri they got anything bute to the defence of the the tractor factory portrait among the that is how i in photographs or this terpret this oblong picture poem in the archives un sixty years later der a pseudonym?
26 27 sister cage (1991) (1986)
i have left my el a cage of green la der brother behind in the ser beams that only birds are twentieth centu capable of pass
ry on a plinth of ing while human be brown papier mâché deco ings are for ever imprison rated with silver ed inside by the
stars and nails as in cyberspace of their a horseshoe so as to guar own thoughts for ever shut out antee him luck – no from the presence
i left my brother of this great imme behind in a clay urn at diacy and from being holmens kirkegård together with god
girlie door unique forms of continuity in space (1959) (1913)
in my salad days it is natural we didn’t used to burn brid ly not the work of art it ges but doors i can’t self that expresses
remember why we and realises did so it didn’t have a the formula of steel pride fev nything at all to er and speed which can
do with blake and there best be seen from the weren’t any pinups that had fact that this statue of bronze been stuck up on them has stood stock still e
neither marilyn ver since the specta monroe nor ava gardner cular death of the artist we simply burnt them on the western front
28 29 the map of the world vision of ezekiel (1971) (1912)
it is really quite as a boy i cut out the battle of brávell ir in red yellow
vanity that den and blue glossy pa per and now i see others tion in the embroid have imagined the
ery of the world destruction of jer but unfortunately and usalem and the temple in actual fact
it’s of course greenland spiritualist that’s been covered with a dan ic colours just before the start of world war one
reliquary nude against daylight (1990) (1908)
it would have been more on this side i saw reassuring if the sec you on the border of the colours in a new
tion made out of cook century behind ies and biscuit tins had been a light curtain of light i erected and this saw you almost com
poem had alread pletely liberat y been written as far back ed from my visions and cell as in nineteen hun ophane paper of
conceptions i saw but then the two of us had you just as in reali hardly been born yet ty: das weib an sich
30 31 hammering men crouching bather (1984) (1906)
that’s how it is in i have seen you in all workplaces a mechan a shawl of seaweed on the ical slogging a stone at fogsand like
way for capital some mermaid of cer even in the postal and amics or phtalate esters telegraph service i have seen you in
where i was employed more than one sense and for some years – so it’s my let the cubism of three di ters and poems ly mensions i have seen
ing scattered over you in a bronze sta tue from another centu ten thousand and one ry my beloved
sunday afternoon cell iii (1967) (1991)
one half of the world’s the dream chamber ap population is busy parently contains: some sort eating itself to of parsley mincer
death while the other (from theresien half is in the process of stadt?) a collar bone (from ber starving (though not
of its own free will) without any hand consider this intercon le (from ravensbrück?) a leg nection while you are
lazily digest (from treblinka?) and ing your sunday lunch among last but not least a block of your fat relations plaster (from dachau?)
32 33 kiss tiled path study with broken masonry (1995) (1989)
what becomes of the study of the word colours and all the years what became of the kiss
es – the midsummer it consists of two night’s kiss what became of it? nominals and nine letters did it end up on (six consonants and
three vowels) at the ter large screen of vinyl like base of the structure there are an inkjet print that two relata and
is still owned by the two descriptors it photographer with ras is quite unsuitable for tafari dreadlocks? use as a terrace
half-caste child bird in space (1957) (1927)
this poem is not but what bird? – it is completely genuine a not a carrier pigeon computer’s been in at any rate whose
volved in bringing it into existence nor is izontal across the land it completely ar map of the centu
ian ‘shalom’ – what ry perhaps a bit tern or heron in the lake’s brass pie danish just look no i think it is
here ‘pear’ – that is this a swift on its way poem ruined – it’s a right through the eye of the needle mulatto poem of the universe
34 35 composition with the ace of clubs leaching out from the intersection (1913) (1981)
a whole century’s house of cards lies collapsed here glasses and read the next verse in discord with it in which such collec
self as in a dream tions of words as ‘tins or vision a long time be of food’ or ‘cotton panties’ fore itself as and ‘plastic bag’ are
art can – the true pre sent and future research – hur try with what is quite liter rah for the ace of ally refuse from
clubs and hearts and all the great scrapheaps and trump card of defeat and reality
frica as fear table and cupboard with egg-shells (1950) (1965)
man and woman in it looks a bit like the hatching place for the art ta on their oppo of the previous
site sides of middle century – the emp of the years held together their showcase the jays
nothing has changed in this picture exactly the away and what i wonder same forces are in to myself can be
volved the very same concealed in the locked heart that has been torn to pieces the very same love oured bedside table?
36 37 labour within and beyond the frame (1978) (1973)
tear this page out of the book before you have read knitted three decades it and paint it in
ago in cata black and white stripes with lonia as a begin a speedmarker so that it ning of the laby resembles a juven
rinth of the red clew – has all that labour proved to read the poem – then you will be a waste of ef understand what the
fort now that the small title means and why art fascists are here once a there’s only a penalty gain with their ‘pure’ art? kick when awarded
kunst kick today is the tomorrow you were promised yesterday (1974) (1976)
stand here on the top get a publisher step of this stanza kick me to reproduce this poem down the stairs to this as a gelatine
stanza (prefera silverprint mounted bly with an adidas train on aluminium that er) and another has the dimensions
couple of steps down 101.6 times 152.4 centi to the bottom of the metres and have three copies stairs in this third stan done then hang them up
za if you’ve read this on a power py poem now you’ve contribu lon located somewhere in ted to a kunst kick the vicinity
38 39 storm in the jungle sphere on a cylinder (1931) (1969)
further back in the if this poem was century there are lightning a sphere of brass coated with chrome and positioned
tercolours while ex on a cylinder otic dreams come forward out of steel you would be able of the mirrors and to mirror yourself
the fairytales live in it you would be their own quiet lives in the able to see that you are shadow of death – there only a quite or
are less than ten years dinary person to go before we end up that you will die one day like in ragnarök everybody else
sacking and red stationary i (1954) (1990)
sure enough the wounds in stingsted wood i would heal the major wounds through take six almost identi which the most beauti cal photographs of
ful left humani the thuja trees with ty: stalingrad leningrad a pentax camera then hiroshima sure i have them devel
enough the wounds would oped and printed on be bandaged up with sack dress cibachrome paper and placed with glue and with vi
nyl paint sure enough nally i go out they were going to be trans and place the six photographs formed into great art back in stingsted wood
40 41 self-portrait the blind (1927) (1986)
in a sense all of portrait in black and white can us are blind we do not see not of course be of reality wrap
me who was born e it up in ima leven years later and fur ges of the sea when it is thermore i have ne as beautiful as
ver in my life worn just how many pi
and my hair has ne xels) write it down ver been smarmed down with brylcreem in small pithy statements and so it is not me poems like this one
obus spider on the window, monster in the land (1972) (1992)
in the early nine as previously teen seventies i used to stated: who sees the spider in his own eye the
ing on my desk as monster in his own a lamp stand that via my heart? – no one much more prefers maternal grandfa all the mirrors the
ther original fairytales the oil ly came from the danish na on the canvas than the vy it was not a cruelty of re
reminder of the ality unfold vietnam war and i don’t know what became of it govina this year
42 43 the café funeral of the anarchist galli (1931) (1911)
café dan turèll i open up the bar andys bar – for
a while we used to dried tomatoes green live there day and night used to and red peppers (not in it play pinball while the self all that anar
wars ebbed away and chistic) pineapple other ones conquered the moon prawns anchovies aspara for a while we used gus garden peas beans
to pay tribute to and to top it all the ancient motto: the ca fé lives the guests leave là ‘pizza galli’
midday the inn of the dawn horse (1960) (1936)
the midday’s painted i never found my steel without a base the sun self in the nooks and crannies without its column – of surreali
there you are then – what sm among rocking were you doing yourself on this horses and ectoplasm particular date neither in the large
in the sixties? – were park landscapes at mal you playing table tennis maison nor in my own per or were you perhaps sonal dreams i did
crossing the north sea with sheets from the steel rolling nywhere else than in the lime mill in fredriksværk? bespattered mirrors
44 45 still life with jug and bottle bathing women (1965) (1900)
my friend also paint at the gasworks har ed over the sixties on bour it was possible to hardboard covered ov swim under the wood
er our youth with a en construction of crylic paint set pieces and the baths into the women’s partitions decor section and there was
ated with wild life a rumour circu more than he did with still life ating back in the nineteen with alumini forties that a boy
um paint or with gold with blue eyes had been more than he did with natu blinded by the bathing at re morte and plaster tendant’s boiling tar
compression loop my loop (1970) (1991)
i consider my who is able to bike a yellow bugatti tie a knot in his own pe i am very fond nis or tie a reef
of that bike not least knot in a mettwurst because of its name it’s got who is able to tie a the lot plenty of loop in his own ap
gears a foam rubber pendix or plait his saddle – the works – i wonder intestines together who what it would look like is able to put
in a poem? – as a curl in his tail here like compressed alumi or the poem without con nium mixed with words juring with language?
46 47 bouquet with flying lovers the dinner party (1934) (1979)
in our wedding pho or the great supper tograph we seem more to be that has been modelled out of dealing with a ‘lov mixed media the
vast hors d’œuvre and ing bridal bouquet’ of dark the gigantic gorging binge red roses that ap among all the di
ning buddies and shit ing around in a distinct ting buddies in the eu ly gold frame un and nato – and
and a homemade pas does shit from pâté se partout made out of tur de fois (en passant) smell bet quoise coloured cardboard ter than that from rice?
etruscan romance combs of the wind (1984) (1977)
a stele that has i was on cuba been made out of used words and that year in the aerosol’s blue republic king
panels windscreens that neptune lifted his have been crumpled in serio trident high about male us accidents a cón and the hotel
column of partial hilton the tuning sentences and smashed up cyl fork of the winds had been ham inder blocks a mon mered into the rock
ument to the car and whistled in the cemeteries of the twen empty bottles the revo tieth century lution was still young
48 49 song of love kids (1914) (1995)
if this was a pho ence between song of love and tograph of my own daughter love song? – is it the she would have been eight
same as happens to years old by this time be the case with the two com and had the name rita for plementary col that is what had been
ours blue and orange agreed on and had or is it more a kind of it not been for the fact that colour blindness as
it is between green toilet by fate or and red – is it masculine by a stroke of coinci versus feminine? dence or maybe god?
wrapped coast res ipsa (1969) (1983)
i wrap a gauze ban the stone from ene dage around my right hand that i have dipped in red
ink after which i so tightly and pre cisely that one cannot see i write this poem
to which i do not ked eye after which give the title ‘wrapped hand’ (see i remove the polystyr above) even though ene again and re
for perfectly ob place the stone on the vious reasons it is a so much for ‘das ding an sich’
50 51 john ariadne of naxos (1971) (1913)
once i had a back once again in friend by the name of john a cloud of talcum powder (now where could he back once again in the
be?) his necessi time before the cen ty was greater than his ta tury’s own myths of lies and lents he wanted more tall stories had been
than he was able born and had become didn’t want to shut up shop reality back to the was unable to love fantasies of
say stop we all ha oil on canvas that ve a friend named john who belonged to what was very is dead and gone
in the course of time ii ostend (1994) (1954)
oder wie die zeit what did my mother’s vergeht – look at your watch glass case contain behind its and read the date check
the movement of the glass rummers and a red numbers and replace them cup with ‘good luck’ on it in moving them backwards gold bronze – the expec
and forwards deter tations and dreams of mine the exact omega a generation – i do hour – when you have read not remember was
this poem approx there a glass case that imately twenty seconds had been manufactured in of your life have passed belgium there at all?
52 53 minster requiem for m oppenheimer (1987) (1985)
a cathedral in i enter all the a cathedral in one piece commemorative poems of divine nonsense on friends and fami
no in that case rath ly all the epi er a church on the asphalt taphs and obituaries with spires of car tyres that i have written
hub caps and nuts and for poets and for bolts as a tribute to the musicians all that i have holy catholic written i then ent
recycling of things er in this one sing and the resurrection of le poem which in that way debris and matter abolishes time
the persistence of memory utopia (1931) (1988)
the memory of i did not search for persistence stalingrad kursk U’s grave or for T’s cross they passchendaele searched for me i did
midway el ala not search for O’s wreath mein omaha sword gold ju no utah beach ver P’s sunrises they
dun leyte dien bien searched for me i did phu mukden pearl harbour i wo jima ypres:
the persistence of found me i searched for memory that turns time in a utopia and i to a camembert found a topia
54 55 new york under gaslight political drama (1941) (1914)
nothing at all has okay the colours altered since back then there were rotate more the opinions the same colours and do so more quickly
neon lights the same and the points of view skyscrapers and letters that are centrifuged in towards the middle as if
mensions the same stars and stripes over queensborough though – come to think of the blue disappears
it – the world trade cen to the right in black ter wasn’t there either in and the rest ends as said in the nineteen forties a mushy melee
two can play girls in swimming costumes (1983) (1928)
is the soul despite polka dot biki everything not of roses calcium or pa dels geometri
per is it more di cal costumes morning vided into two inter fashion evening design mo connected circles dels of the night and
that appear at a my own beloved physical level in gal in watercolours as a vanised steel welded dancer out at the
with nails and rivets funen coast point of into an unbreakable fogense pynt in a bal unity and whole? let by diaghilev
56 57 the sleeping town homage to cézanne (1914) (1900)
alpha sleep: profound the picture in the and black and full of ivy picture and the poem in the naked women the poem – that kind
and female sui of problem is not cides of beta sleep draped in going to concern us a sheets and roses the ny longer nor what
gamma state and fenc particular paint ing scenes of the rapid eye ing by cézanne is being movements i woke up paid homage to here
in precisely this year at rigshospitalet foremost maintain that a poem in copenhagen is words on paper
my egypt london: the bridge at southwark (1927) (1905)
my god – an attack did i manage to of the shits in long johns if cross this bridge once in the past one ever drank a or did i burn it
ny water from the behind me beneath nile and went around in such a sky that resembled an underwear or had overturned glass sweet
been in egypt for a and sour sauce ny reason whatsoever back then in the past when i and had not by a was pursuing blake
ny chance died in lan in paradise street caster in the united states of america not even his shoe
58 59 universe/world’s platform wiring the unfinished bathroom (1972) (1962)
imagine that the this poem is not poem is a point that is outside itself (not going on at the
really the slightest bit stranger that imagi stanza the workmen are still ning it as a point lugging words around
that is inside it unlike with a house self) if such a conception work begins at the top and is possible you ends at the bottom
can according to so now there is on archimedes move the world ly one more sentence needed from your writing desk
berkeley no. 52 library for the birds of antwerp (1955) (1993)
i was not at a quite shamelessly i rate in usa in nineteen would here draw your attention to the fact that
the opposite i i once wrote a song was in sorø at the time book for blackbirds in the pre where the sky was blue vious century
but judging by what this i will now be i can see here (and i still gin by mailing to the li put my trust in art) brary in antwerp
the light in berkeley and afterwards will was orange (muted by ru bidium) that year of the work in kind
60 61 the 7th history of the human face contra-composition (1993) (1924)
i too remember art does not depict these posters from the nineteen the world (nor does it depict seventies in which itself) it does not
the members of the have enough in it rote armee fraktion were self – art seals the gap that ex portrayed as psycho ists between soul and
paths from kreschmer’s books body between lan with the aid of manipu guage and reality art lated photos that heals the world occa
made them seem to be sionally with the aid of remarkable con (even the women)
dedicated to sado-masochists the only good one is a dead one (1922) (1993)
in a way and i i have often been would emphasise in a way asked whether i am a ter all of us are of rorist myself in
course sadomaso the light of the books chists so that the poem here i have written – ulrike is in a way de marie meinhof
dicated to e for example – i verybody (even the pope) have kept silent until now i am not saying here’s my answer:
that everyone is a lawyer doesn’t a sadomasochist just have to believe the same as saying: in a way the one he defends
62 63 relief no. 12a portrait of lily damita (1936) (1925)
reichskanzler adolf the poem doesn’t hitler opened the olym lie – already for the sim pic games in nineteen ple reason that it
is not a matter six plucked an eagle out of of truth but is more a the the stone and sent it odicy – so it
soaring into the is completely and sky apparently controlled utterly irrelevant everything except who the fuck lily
for relief number damita is or if the lilies around her ing out of nothing are as black as coal
homage to manolette late afternoon (1954) (1935)
i saw a bull calf how is abdullah of the jersey breed (which is öcelan getting on now the most aggressive) i wonder – is he
actually still at the sea – roar well that’s alive – has he been paci overstated but
make a noise and i ticals have elec realised that it’s neither trodes been connected to his a question of e testicles? i ask
motion or reason myself these questions but one of belief – homa on a late afternoon down ge to the bullcalf by langesø lake
64 65 dimpled cheeks the large horse (1955) (1914)
the poor in spirit a black stallion have been compensated with at hindsholm gave my hair a nip and then a snort
great orgasms the i took this as a good shakings are wild and raise a omen a norwegian po storm in the dimples ny tried to bite me
and in what the rest i gave it an up of us are inclined to call percut i get on really absolutely no well with horses know
thing whatsover the names of all the in the world in other words derby winners by heart – all in god’s own kingdom power to the horses
bicycle wheel sailing boats in the port of deauville (1913) (1935)
this genuine bi i draw a line in the poem – this far and no to a stool was signed further if any
by duchamp himself one reads any fur and subsequently put on ther it is at their own risk exhibition as so it is one’s own
art these everyday fault if one ends up somewhere in the neighbourhood revolutionised of deauville and o
people’s conceptions maha beach where the of what can be said to be reading and understanding artistic value run into the sand
66 67 the first people (i-iv) (the four seasons) matisse installation (1990) (1994)
the spring abortion what is it the ro in green shot with a polar oid camera key in the striped trous
the summer abor ers are saying what tion in red watercolour is it all the doll’s heads of bakelite are say
the autumn abor ing in great admir tion in mixed shades of grey on ation at the sight of la a sheet of plywood dance? – they’re saying:
the winter abor m ma mat mati tion in black and white as sketch matis matiss matisse or charcoal drawing matisseprick
la malinche death and the masks (1988) (1927)
dear little woman some of these fools’ heads what have you got in your hair? – and these clowns seem somewhat fa glass beads and hen’s feath miliar to me
ers – dear little wo these fatuous masks man what have you got in your that are grinning and laughing bra? – balls of wool and at death – no i am
stones – dear little wo not mentioning a man what have you got under ny names and it is of no your skirt? – snake’s skins and consequence at all
bast – dear little wo when it comes to it man what have you got in your death does not have any re panties? – aids and hiv
68 69 torso in metal from the rock drill the gospel according to saint matthew (1913) (1992)
section rock drill the cage is empty herewith honours the proto type of the centu the problem’s been solved
but how or in what later developed into way remains unknown all industrial ro that is left behind
bots and into mu are these cables and wires that have been welded to later still into
the cyborgs which in blue surface these im clude among them the one that’s plements of penitence made written this poem out of steel and iron
elephant of celebes times square at 3.53 pm, winter (1921) (1921)
it isn’t a va precisely nine years cuum cleaner but nor is later i myself stood on it a mud pump it times square in the
isn’t an ocean winter light at 3.53pm but nor is it a sky that i carefully checked every thing sony and the
world war crashing down out of it it isn’t a verts in the centre of the winnowing machine picture beefsteak char
from the sudan lies it was all cor or a poem but nor is it the opposite was that i was there
70 71 dance marathon phase four of sitting (1934) (1968)
band zero were play tury in the gymnasi ing monopoly while power was being shared at
other tables where the stakes were not soft brown su gar and expendi
an circle with la ture were not porter dies at the king’s ball at so band zero were playing lu rø academy do while money was
being paid out at other board games in the dan dance farewell goodbye ish arts foundation
italy the jack of clubs (1968) (1957)
italy galva if you draw the knight nised and suspended from a of wands it means departure meat hook with the toe
of the boot pointing even emigra upwards (like a certain per tion and if it is followed son once with his head by the page of cups
down from a petrol there is a danger pump) the map of italy ous rival involved in your that has been cast in
iron as a model also said to poss that’s been conceived by members ibly be the harbinger of the red brigades of unusual news
72 73 village church untitled (1957) (1991)
the archetype of the poet’s writing village churches is situ desk: a compass a magni ated on skarø fying glass a stone
i do not know from neruda’s grave exactly when it was built the testament the 20th cen in the small ceme tury art book a
tery four english photo of the be pilots lie buried (time sure loved a medal from the ) so one cannot chess federation
say that the date or a brass anvil writ the year are what connect one ing paper the biro and with eternity this poem – oopsi!
bad boy six foot leaping hare on steel pyramid (1981) (1990)
yes you secretly here the hare leaps in spied on your mother through half from heartland in over the closed venetian blinds lines and the stanzas
yes you masturba in over the poem’s ted on the sly while you took pyramid chases itself a close look at her
vagina yes you leaps over its own stole from her handbag yes shadow because it is e you had the urge to ven faster than light
go ahead and rape or thinks so at least her yes sigmund freud was in i think it’s leaping out a disputably right gain at heartland here
74 75 for ellen rivoli (1975) (1989)
turn on the strip light i take out my wa ing in the kitchen and let tercolours and a sheet of it stay on constant watercolour pa
ly day and night un per with a broad brush til it burns out by itself and loose strokes i paint two thirds of the surface an
some other random person allow it to stay colour (aureoline) on constantly as the last third part of
a demonstration the paper’s painted a reminder a recol lighter (grass) green i call the lection of itself picture: rivoli
the end of god my studio: view of paris (1963) (1939)
as if god was an i am unable easter egg as if god was of course to give a satis a pink easter egg factory account
as if god was a of my studio pink easter egg that was peppered with while sitting in it so i a great many holes take a photo of
as if god was a painted pink and oval piece ing release camera – yes of canvas that there i sit with my
had been perfora back to everyone looking out: view of nature ty jabs of a lance everything’s ok
76 77 untitled leigh under the skylight (1956) (1994)
there’s a free hand then i saw my body naked in the triptych of or on the paper the mirrors this morn
marshall aid chester ing sub specie aeternitatis – okay okay it’s also
chess tournament my only on loan but if i was to be used as unhappy love af a model i would
like to be painted (on rhododendrons i think) my last innocence
the other side of the moon composition (1995) (1930)
let us celebrate just think that the col ours yellow red blue and green sary with silver composed into a
and olive branches pattern that looks like let us celebrate human a church stained glass window can ity’s greatest a lead to a crema
chievement in the twen torium – just think tieth century with neil that perfectly ordina armstrong’s famous words:
‘the moon isn’t made you to think of eve out of green cheese but out of ning light just think that they can emmenthaler cheese’ lead to majdanek
78 79 soldier’s head iv distant rain (1965) (1995)
what became then of who remembers yes the other three soldiers – does terday’s rain (still completely one of them rest at fresh with camphor and
ypres under the menthol) not to men poppies is a second one tion the rain of the previ hiding away in ous century who
remembers it? – on one among the spiders in ly the mediate is re dien bien phu and the called and passes a
fourth one what has be way while all that is come of all the rest of his immediate is recap corpus delicti? tured and here to stay
rat king construction in space: crystal (1963) (1937)
bang – that took care of crystal night anti a rat right between the eyes cipated carved out of per bang – that’s another spex the year before
one gone you’d think it the year with radi was a shooting booth bang – i out to all of the syn and that was a third agogues and the bus
remember they’re liv inesses that were go ing creatures being shot at ing to be branded with the bang – another one hexagram a mi
gone what a load of shit to be undertaking enough constructed of shat I am the rat king terproof acrylic
80 81 dancer the invocation (1934) (1903)
the muse of the dance a hundred years la ter i look at the picture and a skirt of weld in the twenti
ed copper the muse eth century art of the dance has hollow shoes book on page one hundred and of light alloy and
a face that does not dred years later i exist the muse of the dance myself go outside into the morning rain i lift
centimetres tall up my arms in the and is bolted to its plinth direction of cyberspace in a pirouette and say: www.god.com
bird swallowing fish a greenhouse: sun, water, plants, fish, people (1913) (1993)
i have on the oth there is a kibbutz inside the poem and a greenhouse in which there
are sun water plants of niello but a real live large pike that swal in which there is a
lowed a charming lit kibbutz and a green tle duckling in the lake of house in which there are sun wa sorø sø – and death
swallowing an ar poem in which there tist in the trenches around is and so on in a nev neuville-saint-vaast
82 83 diego ecstasy (1950) (1910)
a century dies stone in ecstasy away – what became of it and why not if you consi did it disappear der the fact that ec
in packs of lies dic stasy means be tated by men of power did ing taken elsewhere – pulled out it become a doc of oneself and hence
not subject to out that fades away at this ve ry moment or did ing methylenedi
it become this bust oxymetham of bronze and art by the phetamine – after all it name of diego? is called being ‘stoned’
flying shit queen riqui (1994) (1994)
once one of my bud consider (or rath dies and i made our own cal er) read this portrait as a culations as palimpsest of text
that has been laid on muck (excreta) there really text picture that has been laid on picture from blank
in the øresund verse via the sonnet we arrived at one turd per form to cybernetic hex cubic metre of ameters from queen
water an un mariana of settling result even though velázquez to daisy by a danish painter
84 85 the hunt misty and jimmy paulette in a taxi, nyc (1911) (1991)
at this sight of ri in a couple of ders in red jackets with their years i would myself be sit hunting horns and their ting in a yellow
cab without shock ab tastic idea of mine comes sorbers on my way down sec to life once again ond avenue on
my way towards the ka at the hunting party 21st century gaining in as an act of re spiration for a
venge against all the new poetry col mutilated deer birds and lection but i didn’t know foxes in the world it myself just then
wedding gown future (1989) (1985)
my beloved’s wed read the next page and then the one after that and oured and without a keep on doing so
ny sleeves it is neith read the next page and er of silk nor tulle but of then the one after that and synthetic mater keep on doing so
ial it doesn’t read the next page and hang in a museum but then the one after that and in a wardrobe it has keep on doing so
n’t cost a fortune read the next page and and will only be put on then the one after that and show in this poem keep on doing so
86 87 maple leaf lines the ice cutters (1987) (1911)
the ingredients: in nature in a similar four centilitres of gin way to how they do two centilitres
in palmistry? – earth of chartreuse (yellow) quake fault lines seismic fault lines a dash of orange bitter stirred with plenty of
ple leaf lines? and is ice – and your alas is then possible to de ka drink’s ready – and now the cipher the desti trick: add a spot of
ny of the centu ice blue aftershave ries on the basis of a from williams voilà – you’ve one study of these lines?
mercenaries iv head of screaming monserrat (1980) (1942)
strip cartoon heroes that year pluto and mercenaries without pay venus stood in the sign of against a background leo (several times
in conjunction) sat paper people in the home urn and uranus in gem guard who do it from ini – it was a
hard year in which to enter the world – if you list tridges: the vis en long enough you
ions actually can hear behind these became reality in words a head of bronze that’s call the 20th century ing out to the sky
88 89 usa today one year the milkweed (1990) (1944)
pick a word in the one year with what? which next verse they are blue red and ing about? – milkweed
blue red silver blue in latin ascle red silver blue red silver blue red silver blue no danish equi
like an ameri valent in either can lottery the price in creases with each number ry – so one year in
take a word home with you and insert it in one a year in the name of failed of your own poems assassinations
hysterical a case for an angel ii (1995) (1990)
this poem is a whose spirit is it documentary poem writ in the process of taking ten in two versions
one of which that al ture centre in tok so had the title ‘hyster ical’ was even like a glider that’s tually consigned cast in plaster whose to the scrap heap be spirit is it standing read cause of its total lack of y here to throw it credibility self headlong over the other version the edge of a new centu is therefore the only piece ry on wings of lead? of true evidence
90 91 the enchanted ones the potato gilds the potato (1945) (1978)
blessed are the vic this installation tims all of the dead from sachs could also have been given enhausen auschwitz the name: hommage à
theresienstadt – philalèthe be you name them m-a-a-n cause the magisterium blessed are those in succeeds here in its
ecstasy all the green elixir where true tortured and the enchanted gold can be seen gleaming the from the gas chambers lucky devil (‘po
for they shall inhe tato’ in danish) rit the kingdoms and the re the common potato the publics of the world golden potato
peak still life before an open window: the place ravignon (1991) (1915)
when i reached the sum it’s true of course – life mit of ben nevis after for the most part just slides innumerable calmly and quietly
exertions and va by without any rious attacks of angst and one taking any notice – giddiness i dis here or as in ra
covered there is a vignon almost cu path leading directly up bist in front of or perhaps to the summit a rather behind an
path so wide even open window till a formula one ferra death or a woman gives it ri could drive up it a bit of a shake
92 93 dedication to oskar panizza the crucifixion (1917) (1941)
dedicated to this poem’s a co green and red (something like the py poem of numerous pheasant cock’s colours)
dedicated to words and in pic tures of the actual dedicated to event and as such
the runners in death’s marathon race dedica ance terror activities ted to all the liv everywhere in the
ing that managed to world (according to cross the chalk line into the the danish customs and ex third millennium cise authorities)
head germania (1975) (1993)
there’s no doubt about all i need to do it we saw it (the head – ed.) is to quote from my collec tion winterreise:
victim’s identi ‘german sun german ty – there’s no doubt about it sun and and and and and ger here one sees the head man sun german sun
of the ameri and and and sun oh can hostage that was found in what a spiritual ship a fridge in riyadh – wreck there on welfare’s
there can be no doubt coasts’ to emphasise whatsoever that art is the title of this poem as ahead of itself well as its meaning
94 95 cu see me a woodland flute (1995) (1990)
once again art is there is always the both inside and outside the systems in order millennia and
to provide a plaus the centuries from ible explanation of some open window or oth the prisons (the pol er in some distant
itical ones) stamm forest a japanese heim for example linked to or a chinese one or at guantánamo this particular
done with the aid of moment by mozart coming from a stereo system in morud
i’m dreaming of a white christmas in the hood (1967) (1995)
i openly con choir a cappella in the fess that i have cut the hood seventh circle of
hell near phlegethon’s tercoat because it banks – bass: joseph stalin bar itone: benito me and made me re
mussolini and semble the tollund francisco franco tenor: bog man and that i have thrown adolf hitler and it out and that it
joseph goebbels fals was stupid of me etto and castrato: au because it could have been shown gusto pinochet as a work of art
96 97 queenie madawaska-arcadian light-heavy (1995) (1940)
when it comes to it madagascar – no the artist could just as well madawaska – this is not have got to take a some sort of alco
cast of himself in hol test more a test silicone rubber before of one’s powers of memo his death for then peo ry: what was it took
ple could have seen him place in nineteen hun as a visitor at his dred and forty? – i must re very own grave in fer in that case to
an installation that collective memo was an absolutely true ry: the second world war and copy of nature yes – madawaska
monkey puzzle untitled (1988) (1961)
kaleidoscopi spontaneous art cally the big city would is perhaps the most unfree look like this from a and restrictive art
bove: like spermata bound as it is by zoa in acrylic on their the unconscious which it does way nowhere and ev nothing else than re
erywhere an eter peat without being able to change it merely its own puzzle reiterate it
a jigsaw puzzle doing so in a of colours and shapes that are shower of aggressive cuts on constantly changing aquamarine blue
98 99 foreign body sun dance (1994) (1951)
all bodies are when what does the sun dance it comes to it alien on whitsun morning – rhumba in the sense that no jive or viennese
one knows their own bo waltz? it is at a ny rate (as everyone knows) close ly (quite literal to the heart of dark
ly) no one has an idea what is taking but also closer to its own the most self-
dark niches no one evident (that no one believes) or maybe the ers will blossom there sun dances breakdance?
the spirit of our times sailing ships in the harbour (1919) (1911)
the spirit of the via my mater age is fortunately not nal grandfather i cover the same as the spi the beginning of
rit which is eter the century – he nal and is therefore not con told me that the summers were warmer the colours
were brighter back then sure of temporality and now i can see that he is not limited
by the network and mentioned before i believe in art the sails were by space time or light really orange-green
100 101 franz west three forms (1995) (1934)
on the other hand as mentioned: the year the spirit has to be man nineteen hundred and thirty- ifested (why i four would seem to have
do not know) perhaps been occupied by as a row of alumi balls and ellipses of gra nium chairs with col nite both vertical
oured upholstery and horizontal (why i do not know) or geometry even though as illumines it is a bit dif
know why) or as these forty gine an entire year hewn words (in the danish) out of smooth marble
abstract composition volutes (1934) (1939)
back in time now with the aid of the time ma spiritual climate would chine of art that pro seem to have become
vides the most reli a bit more inde able evidence and doc terminable spiral-shaped umentation of
the present time all ken over the can the way back to cones and sem vas the centre of which is icircles which in perforated by
some way or anoth red and yellow ar er dominated the year rows as in the large maps of nineteen thirty-four
102 103 manganese in deep violet inasmuch as it is always already taking place (1967) (1990)
it could not have been disjecta membra more beautiful – beat music blossomed in deep vi cyberspace or
olet like a john on sixteen tele ingram rose when it is at vision screens the artist scat its absolute peak tered to the solar nothing could have been winds and images more beautiful than these man in each separate room an ganese-coloured lakes eye that looks for its
gaze a foot its leg stars at the bottom of the for ever separated collective psyche by light particles
contingent an entertainment (1969) (1990)
the contingencies the four verses of are always legion when one the poem like four projec compares them with what tors that display words
is actual which in this partic calls for a great deal of hard lar instance to entertain work even when it you while time passes
to take your mind a way from all thoughts of your in ceiling or like wash escapable death
to catch hold of your tex – at times it even calls attention for the moment for a brain tumour that the poem lasts
104 105 the physical impossibility of death neat lawn in the mind of someone living (1991) (1967)
in the poem too that type of building death only appears alle with that type of lawn we used gorically as to refer to as
parrot town when i tiger shark in green formal used to go with extra post dehyde for exam from house to house the
ple to conquer the bungalows and ar fear and suspicion that death chitects of the spirit is perhaps just a (NB spirit in
physical pheno quotation marks) all menon and otherwise no neat and tidy and with their thing nothing at all immaculate lawns
balcony with fish apparition (1943) (1949)
big and small at times it could be so ma ny apparations that of all while bat and ball the unknown soldier
are always mates three for example or that grad a siege was its montgomery but
fate we need food by i prefer to be the crate all the inhabi himself which is vi
was rats and hate and siting us today on canvas reproduction less at any rate and in the poem
106 107 protect me from what i want the feathered prison fan (1988) (1978)
or rather protect i myself have seen me from everything that i the white peacocks at ege do not want for skov castle behave
instance that i do in a more socia not want (dare) to combat so ble fashion than any po cial and econo et who is reading
mic injustices his own poems out for instance that i do not loud i have seen them spread out want (dare) to direct their white albino
ly contradict power sequins as if they manifestations and ro were performing the pavane ma (treaty of rome) of the century
nighthawks aramoana nineteen eighty-four (1942) (1984)
i believe i can just before i fall recognise humphrey bogart asleep i imagine that sitting at the bar i am painting a
and next to him there is spencer tracy while on a stone which i allow the woman is more to sink in water and
then i wake up at termine – or could it perhaps exactly 7am the be philip marlowe next morning can the
subconscious perhaps himself who is yet again be programmed like that with stealing the picture the year eighty-four?
108 109 plum grove antwerp i (1994) (1992)
the old plum trees down antwerp number two: in the back garden do not we took a taxi into the city from the
thought in my mind of outermost quay (we the war in bosnia-her in this case being the crew cegovina or of the m/s embla)
of mutilated we did not study castrated soldiers that are sculptures of iron and ala surrounded by play baster i must
ing curious children – state the simple hon what do they then make me think est truth we got completely of ten years later? and utterly pissed
the history of chinese art gyntiana (1987) (1992)
a literary it obviously historian phoned me and continued during the fol informed me that his lowing years but now
dog had devoured one in other pubs in of my major works which had other poems and in oth thus been transmuted er pictures that i
into what one could do not know any call absolute shit – i asked thing about perhaps in bleck him to thank the dog ede or in ca
for the insight it gave me into the histo in galleri michael ry of my own art werner in cologne
110 111 decade: autoportrait dorelia in a black dress (1962) (1904)
i have got my be anne-marie loved to take a photo in a black dress against a graph of me in front background of black car
of the car – an a bon paper with a red hair-ribbon in the year four doors and stan two thousand and four
dard equipment – there as the last woman i stand then in reali so far in a black dress in ty in the picture an unending ser
and in the poem ies of women por dressed in summer shorts about trayed in black dresses in the forty years too late history of art
abstract head dancers (1928) (1987)
is it at all poss let’s dance dancing ible for a head to be in the street grease dancer abstract – as an in the dark priva
african mask with te dancer dance holes for its eyes or with rainbow stripes does such ce dirty dancing
a thing as an ar saturday night fe chetypal head exist with black ver dance gipsy dance strokes for its nose and dancing (singing) in
mouth or is it just the rain top hat a thought is it nothing but www.myowndance a mental image? collection.com
112 113 dead drunk danes self-portrait with cropped hair (1966) (1962)
i dig out a pho tograph of myself from the yourself in this hur time when my hair was
ricane of colours darker than it is in this gibberish of cre now –with a yellow speed mark ation and decre er i colour the
ation of begin hair in the photo ning and end after all you graph piss-yellow and write a long the bottom edge:
d.d. dane – so make self-portrait with piss- yellow hair – after which i proper look dammit sign the work of art
incident at the museum or water music swinging (1992) (1925)
i listened to the my father was in plashing water of the foun leeds at this point in time in tain of the hanging order to get fur
gardens the whole night ther training in the long because i was una drapery industry which ble to fall asleep later resulted
i was unable in a business that to fall asleep because i specialised in manufac listened to the plash turing ties in the
ing water of the classical style but fountain of the hanging gar also ties that had advanced den the whole night long and abstract patterns
114 115 edgar warpol: the man with suitcases one thousand days one million years (1967) (1993)
how many suitca i check the time it ses of leather of alu is zero zero seven minium of can teen the numbers gleam
vas or of plastic tremblingly clear in the night – even of snakeskin how ma ny suitcases va what people said in
lises bags briefca the old days now i ses can you lift at one time? – can you beat edgar ery characters of
neon this mene become the ahasverus tekel on the wall: zero of the century? zero seventeen
mother as a mountain plush kundalini and chakra set (1985) (1987)
my now deceased friend let us together (salutations in the spi celebrate one of the cen rit) used to construct
mountains out of plas eries: the kunda ter and sugar that he mixed with lime precipi and seventy cen
tate and colour pig timetres high it ments positioned on white-paint is of plush and discarded ed sheets of hardboard toy animals and
in a glass case the is housed in a pri tallest of them still goes by vate collection somewhere in the name: mitr-enf-snee california
116 117 green relief with blue spiritual heroes of germany (1993) (1973)
are we dealing with apart from those in a much more concrete rela charcoal already written tionship between form and mentioned: richard
and content than pre wagner caspar da viously assumed in the vid friedrich and joseph beuys sense that the circum i myself add three
ference of a pic further ones on my ture indicates the length of own account with a biro the ideal type in this hessian
scale in the picture temple: joseph pa itself (area of the ul gabel hermann herring and adolf hynkel
post-partum document: documentation v sollie 17 (1977) (1979)
whose soul is here like one would actual ly think it was a question the paper of the of a live install
book impaled on a pin in whose collection of actually sitting like that on the edge of
word who has let it the bed actual be captured by the searchlight ly staring like that out the of language on the
sheet of the poem? actually looks like that have three guesses have three guess or is it rather then some es have three guesses kind of happening?
118 119 untitled birds buried in snow (1988) (1970)
in summer i bu skeleton and half a suit ry the birds in jurispru half skull and half a dence and in winter
pair of sun glasses in a mixture of half a rib cage and half a salt and snow or in pure snow paper boat half a
radius and half ly small birds perhaps in or a synthesis of der to maintain a
eternity and certain balance be temporality of ev tween them and the fewer large erything and nothing predatory birds
land of lakes group of artists (1975) (1912) where three artists are land it must be the lake dis gathered in their own name there is always a risk the place where i was of one of them e going to travel so as ventually committing to write poems with suicide because holes in that would have they in their hyper represented the blue col sensitivity mirror our of quintessence and the blue gener est psychoses of ation of the entire society in an in youth revolution nermost xenon light
120 121 moonrise and sunset judith and holofernes (1919) (1901)
like a japanese my goddaughter has haiku the moon and the sun the same name as that which i balance on a beam now see engraved in
that is made up of chalk gold leaf and gilding strokes in the same picture or view so that i will not complete ly forget what is
clover halfway between already far too the drawings of childhood and late and only now gives me up in the lefthand cor a small prick with a
ner i do declare sewing needle in there is nothing less than the the heart but who lost his head star of bethlehem in the new version?
fc-11 anthropometry – fire chief (1961) (1950)
all of us know ex actly what will happen if locomotive that snorts its one plays with matches way through my childhood
so how much worse things like a dragon of will turn out if one begins an industrial
and it will be quite landscape with coal mines catastrophic if there is from the same period and a woman who is
no helicopter crash ours – consider your own heart anywhere in this poem – beat for example only the poem
122 123 instant temples smiling landscape (1970) (1967)
you can become your suggestion: you could own cross (in a gravel pit near marienbad me write the second
for example) where or the opposite the only thing you have to (like the chinese once used to do is to lie down do) or we could write
as a live central what is known as a axis while old railway sleep cut-up poem together ers form the arm – you (whatever that is)
can also simply go and stand in your garden (or whatever you feel like) with your arms outstretched
london: large thames view mother with dead child (1926) (1903)
how many times is it is as if gre nades and bombs that are dropped from not very many – planes do not kill a
nybody as if in the spirit and the mer it is only suicide douce colours of age bombers that kill – it
i cannot quite see is as if an ar where i am standing perhaps at the embankment? any civilian
okay – that which is as if only a essential remains the same – partisan and guerrilla weap and never changes on injures children
124 125 stalin in front of the mirror bear and policeman (1982) (1988)
or rather joseph the swedish police had quite a bear with a sore lating what in the head in its deten
mirror? – (a ghost as tion in malmö that everybody knows casts no time way back in the eighties shadow and has no a teddy bear that
mirror image) jo had been guilty of attempting to capture a ly sitting at a sweeper a bear that
mirror quite by chance they sent home the next wondering what punishment morning with tokens for the would be suitable bus and the ferry
the visit outside kilburn underground, spring (1967) (1976)
what is it? – hash per i became an un haps fried eggs or a gener derground expert in no time from jubilee to
battle of el a central line all the colours of the underground of the annunci quite literally
ation with thighs out the stone roses deep stretched in an orgy of red est down in the basalt the and vertical lines underground publish
down through the poem ers the politi which says something else than what cal struggle in the cellars is there on the page of capitalism
126 127 titled (art as idea as idea) cobalt night (1967) (1962)
if an idea is cobalt crossed by carried out to the letter rose de cobalt sprayed o ver with cobalt vi
act of the spirit olet with an act of freedom a in azul de cobalte dipped repetition name in kobaltblau crossed
ly of reali by death sprayed ty – while the slightest devi with bleu de cobalte ation from the i been bespattered with
dea leads to something cobalt green splashed else to something that is more over with azur cobalt involuntary crossed by the night
untitled we are not what we seem (1990) (1988)
who are the lamps burn i am (we are) a ing for? – i am not thinking danish citizen sixty- of all sorts and va
rieties of pa born in copenha gen at rigshospitalet living – nor am i (not) at three forty
thinking of lamps that on the morning of are to be found in churches the twenty-seventh of no and on graves they burn vember (what) nineteen
for the dead – but the hundred and thirty- three lamps in the poem – who eight (we) in the midst of a are they burning for? violent (seem) snowstorm
128 129 death interior of beewax chamber (????) (1994)
we represent death where have the bees got as anything at all as an admiral for lions of bees like there
instance or a skel are out among the eton with a scythe or an dog roses – have they lost their androgynous me way in the ima
diocrity be gination of the artist? – if that is the case of becoming no
thing – but suppose pre swarms to these verses cisely god (in a posi just place your ear close to the tive sense) is nothing? poem and listen
organization of graphic motifs ii the reunion (1912) (1945)
randomideaness on cuba i was re is perhaps the greatest dan united with my hopes and ger that exists in dreams perhaps also
this type of orga with myself far re nisation of colour ma moved as i was from the ve terial and words nom and poison of
in what are ingen capitalism split ious and witty combi as i was by the emblems nations that only of a new impe
turn in upon them rialism – on cu selves and their own dates in the ba i was reunited course of history with my own heartbeat
130 131 soldier in a wood two sisters with a cello (1911) (1913)
the cruise of neo- my goddaughter played imperialism and cruis the violin at her fa ing as a replace
ment for the crusade – suite of bach) so put your cross or we will put heart-rendingly askew and a cross (over you) out of tune that my
you shall by all the grief almost left me powers of hell (it used to along with the notes in some be those of heaven) quiet consola
vote for democra tion that the fune cy as we understand it ral service was not perfect death not consummate
head of a woman with necklace public love (1929) (1990) do i have to go nørrebro inun all the way to paris to get any further dles in love and sor am i to praise this row felt for persons head of terra cotta that who are only known to them from the pages of order to be a glossy magazines ble to write down or perhaps public love is orange with be able to write black ribbons public love on the other standing there in the form of hand is just as corrosive a bust with closed eyes? as caustic soda
132 133 bar ’n’ grill the acrobats (the parrots) (1937) (1933)
i want to be the white clown and my wife can then a big mac – i mean be the circus prin
cess – who in that case you ought to go around eat ing burgers morning oon and who the tight
afternoon and eve rope walker above the ning that of course would be just as unhealthy as also be room for
only eating joints a sword-swallower of roast pork to shift to a and a dachshund trainer is danish counterpart that something for you?
still life with numerous objects seated youth (1923) (1917)
at certain moments uranus took him when the world picture under just as he did so many goes an eclipse (which other young men that
results from dirty year the artist him glasses) i see precisely self as well and the tired the previous cen pale youth of coloured
ury as such a plaster that someone collection of things and ob or other ought to say to: jects that have been re ‘young man you can on
duced to a muse um of curios that there it would already then be was once a use for
134 135 the two friends three cubes with one half-off (1923) (1969)
such is the cage of cerned people can fuck each oth geometry: quite open er to death or screw and full of light raised
each other to death in painted steel ac as long as it takes place in cording to a divine plan love man and woman quite impersonal
woman and woman as if the artist man and man as long as it had not been involved in a takes place in love for ny way whatsoev
there cannot be a er in the project – nything perserve between two you can see it on display who love each other up in humlebæk
the surrender of barcelona girl with hair ribbon (1937) (1965)
in this context it the small dots are not is rather boring to be a real madrid in fact a copy
fan but i have al of a screening tech ways held with the royal club nique from the printing press that paid tribute to the
white colour rather face to come out to than red and blue – sorry bar wards you in what seems to be celona can i
make amends by be cial way that eli ing an expert at the cat minates any kind of per alan opening? sonal reference
136 137 garden café on the elbe untitled (1922) (1920)
how many of the if i had become guests at this café i won a painter instead of a der survived the fol poet the picture
lowing decade or (which therefore became to put the question anoth a poem) would perhaps be er way can it be able to be char
fortunate to die acterised as ab stract or concrete and not fore ravensbrück can naturalistic at
happiness consist all but rather as in becoming an impress a four-sided circle or ionist painting? as a red poem
seated woman a line in japan (1916) (1979)
there was broadly speak on my window sill ing very little else for there lies a long row of stones a woman to bu that originate
sy herself with at from danish shores which this period apart from i have walked along i do turn herself into not take photographs
a weird statue of of these unconceiv stone (later cast in bronze) and ably beautiful stones all sit down and wait for that i do is con
the men who were nect you with this long es of world war one line of this poem
138 139 (men in the cities) saf gimmel (1987) (1959)
it almost became to be quite honest a trend in the eighties to leap out of the win ing of the painting
dow either imma is what all these col culately dressed in a suit ours that are burning with pa
underwear both a tom of the picture mong young men and old mostly signify i can only in the cities pro say that they are more
bably because the beautiful than the houses out in the country second day in the moha were much too lowrise mmedan calendar
woman in the bathtub market scene, northern town (1968) (1939)
while women as al naturally i ways prefer the naked truth recall workington up in in the bathtub pho the north as a di
tographically amond in a moun much more beautiful and with tain of slag in the midst of out blood (roman style)
clinically clean waste and environ and just right for doing por traits of for the then irish sea which stinks
artists who are just of shit and urine: following a long tradi a working-class city is something to be
140 141 are there not twelve hours of daylight the human condition (1959) (1933)
if a poem can or the opposite be painted (as in this case stunt: the picture of real with white acrylic ity in the pic
letters on a back ture of the picture ground of black hardboard) then a (ad libitum) which never painting can also theless still presup
be composed (as in poses the real this case with black letters of printing ink on a itself in and which
background of white pa the same work of art? ded in the picture
the garden reclining nude (1992) (1932)
it is understand the process of raping an able that woman is ex acacia tree tolled in eternal
red chalk and pastel ing with his trousers round his both standing lying down and ankles and is co leaning backwards both
pulating a stone naked and partial who is that bald-headed mid ly dressed or completely in dle-aged man who is a walking costume
plundering and ex although it is of ploiting nature to the last dollar and farthing? satisfactory
142 143 suprematist composition ½ x series (blue) (1920) (1932)
imagine that all can one think of po the vowels in this poem etry being used in an are orange coloured iq-test this one for
and that all the con example in which sonants are completely black – one of the questions is what if it was possi does blue have to do
ble you would see the with triangles? and words that were most orange stand another one asks you to out while those that were decide whether there
black would retreat and is a connection between semicircles and prematist poem serial killers?
violin of ingres achrome (1924) (1960)
my beloved re refrain from reading minds me more of a clari this poem it is not a net (to remain with nything for you to
in the puns of art) read – it is complete a yamaha clarinet ly colourless as if it of plastic high-pitched had been dipped in ka
and clear in tone as olin – but if you silver or gelatine and must are unable to desist under no circum then read it out in
stances whatsoe the toilet af ver be referred to as a ter which you yourself know what
144 145 cardinal siberian dogs in the snow (1972) (1909)
what became of god my own dachshund is in the twentieth centu hopping about in the snow ry – could it be that on an old piece of
he was on holi day – did he leave the kingdom video camera once to the generals a long time ago
power to the dic nothing hops around tators and glory to the in nothing it is dots and cardinals in their lines the previous
patinated cloaks century is no of bronze their hats to hide what wily birds they were of light and shadows
thomas in a circle cold mountain 6 (bridge) (1987) (1989)
i in my circle a cold turkey a you in your circle we in cold shoulder a cold dip a our circles that in
tersect each other morning – what can i eulerian or mega say – that is what it feels like rian evil or right here and now as
good circles that are if you are total turned in on each other like ly alone in the world on marking rings in child cold mountain among
hood the whole human race in its enclosed circle the map looks like a short-cir of platinum cuited cardiogram
146 147 new york earth room rider (1977) (1951)
the last time i was if all the horses in new york i stayed in south here on funen were to throw gate tower on the
corner of sixth av instead were to get enue and thirty-second together so as at one street in room one and the same moment
hundred and ele nison proper horse-fart then and two foot up is the island would take
still full of my me mories or rather full of balloon towards the katte memories of me gat – that’s all folks
four-master off the cape-maine coast, no.1 children sitting on a bench (1933) (1994)
all boys have folded so there we all are innumerable paper then my former schoolmates and boats and have put them i sitting as if
out to sea in di carved out of wood as verse puddles and gutters i my self am most proud of since way back when (al
that particular though some of us are ship i made out of an it already dead and for that alian lire very reason im
banknote in order mobile) there we all to display my contempt for are inside at the very capitalism centre of movement
148 149 untitled #10 the dance (1989) (1910)
a transformer be place your right foot in tween mind and matter between the verse here and your left foot consciousness and the on the paper pull your
unconscious can it stomach well in and possibly look as follows: push out your poem allow a square that measures the words speak for
one hundred and eight themselves follow the y-three times one hundred and dotted line starting at the eighty-three centi sign one and ending
metres of acryl ic that has the appearance now you have both read and danced of galvanised zinc? the famous rhumba di-puh
in the grass untitled (1934) (1951)
i lie down in the does the subconscious grass in order to take an resemble a portion of afternoon nap and
in order to ex locaust ordina perience the innocence ry squiggles or red-wine stains of the green shadows on a piece of blot
but the smallest crea ting paper stains that cause me to answer that they among the col resemble a ror
ours and here guiltless schach test more than they ness only reigns because no do a nasty turn or fab one knows what guilt is ulous animals
150 151 splitting volcano series (1977) (1979)
it’s only a pa per house a trick photo heads that sing like nightingales the house has not been leaping water great
sawn in half (as can amounts of leaping be seen from the shadows on the lawn which straddle te leaping water
out further than the that glitters like pre split in the picture indi cious stones leaping water that cates) but the split is spouts forth champagne foam –
symptomatic of let thousands of foun the intellect of the twen tains extinguish all these fe tieth century minine volcanoes
zero dollar fibonacci igloo (1978) (1972)
i produce a false word number one and dollar bill on my scanner word number two and word num (is this legal i ber three and word num
wonder) then i re place the white house with fort knox number eight and word number and instead of george thirteen and word num
washington i put ber twenty-one and uncle sam and write in mam word number thirty-four and mon we trust and at
the bottom: zero dollar – is then this poem imagined as existing also counterfeit? in bright-blue neon
152 153 lances untitled (1994) (1978)
a lot of grill skew i myself tend to ers have been in action this believe that the unconscious summer two pork chops is best caught in a
have been impaled three tomatoes and a green ca piscum brought down four net as words in the
frankfurter sausa network of language cut down in their prime – pot more than in these
the hunting bag has spontaneous show been larger than it normal ers of ink or indian ly is this summer ink down on paper
at the cycle race-track summer (1914) (1938)
the ordrup track closed somersault summer down the amager trotting on glossy paper where ev course closed down but not erything breathes peace and
ludomania no danger as yet gate wealth) why bother pure innocence in
to work when one can red and yellow and become a millionaire with blue before hell breaks loose be a number combi
nation why slave a light where real battle way better to try your luck ships will soon come on the scene at playing bingo and shoot down the sun
154 155 untitled woman with wild flowers (1956) (1907)
like a gravestone with out a name or a grave with i present my beloved out a stone or a with a bouquet of
stone without a grave roses with this po (as i saw them being used
now comes the hard bit pened that year? – the revolt in hungary if i
count backwards the o (which is not until lympics number something or other – who won gold? ven her the roses?
opposite harmony 70027/94237 self-portrait (1938) (1919)
forty light emit look at me – how in ting diodes next to each oth teresting i am look for er in a dark room example at my
that continuous ly counts anything and no pression how interesting thing or itself num it is or look at
bers with forty di gits that continuously so nonchalantly arranged change in relation goodness gracious me
to each other like how fascinating ing eternity most unbearable
156 157 hands of the puppeteer composition with blue and yellow (1929) (1929)
it looks more like an you look in through operation than a pup pet performance (ar of leaded glass in
tery clamps wound re yellow and blue be tractor surgical thread myr hind which god scarcely exists tle leaf probe) who any longer nor
is manipula conversely if you look out through the squares of the whom are his hands ma canvas up towards
nipulating who is the puppet who is the tiness of the night sky that man and who is god? is studded with stars
chb 4 waterlilies (1941) (1920)
if i tore this po em to pieces (which i will the other the one brushstroke do at some point in after the other
time or other be the one word after cause it is only a draft the other repetition has more to do with
now reading yourself) reality than the scraps would descend like white with itself repetition rose petals down in is the categor
to the wastepaper y of the spirit the repeating by transcend right in the picture ence of immanence
158 159 family group mother (1948) (1991)
mily any longer just by ginger hair cabbage leaves an album eaten and a necklace of
away by the ni brussel sprouts and dill trates of time and oblivi on photographs that of cured meat and
look as if they were viennese sausa ges – mother cabbage and fa sea-bed pictures un ther bacon mother
der which there ought to earth and father sun stand: ‘it is not personal it is an old story of it is poetry’ love and glory
still life los angeles yellow pages (1945) (1971)
it was presumab the local direc ly very quiet in the tory for two thousand and arsenals of art four bogense ot
that year quiet and terup søndersø faded (as if the sun had the yellow pages – if it been burning for too exists it exists
long) in the light of here the local di the greatest crime of the mil lennium quiet
and alpha-white or gam found on the inter ma-coloured as in some na ture morte or other tion from a to z
160 161 seven reds for georgia o’keeffe vi pancho villa, dead and alive (1992) (1943)
three cheers for my on the one hand the partisan on the other dark double-breasted the fascist on the
one of wool and po lefthand side the guer lyester that has carried rilla on the righthand side me both to fune the army on the
rals and festive oc right side of justice casions the second cheer for the hero and on the wrong my new grey thai silk side the villain – the
lounge suit that makes me one who lives by the submachine gun will die by ly the third (long) cheer the submachine gun
checkered house untitled (1943) (1991)
and now it is time often the defects in a to consider if there is work of art that em anything missing from
bellish it a lack the previous cen of a sense of perspective tury perhaps something per can make a picture sonal i would like
deeper grammar that to place in the emp has been misunderstood may ty frame a märklin loco all of a sudden motive for exam
lead to a far more ple but as can be beautiful poem than the seen from the bottom line there purest poetry
162 163 the computer project wasteland (1989) (1986)
the wall as an ar other wastelands – that cade amusement game complete time under the water as ly visualised
in red green blue and yellow colours that are pro of nitrate and lands of phos jected in n-di phorus that i have
mensions onto the walked or swum across one print-out after the oth myself that are full of dead er with the excep
verted sky that is all-encompassing cyber netic jet-ink-print nite as the desert
the dance of life sky (1900) (1956)
who stumbled over choose yourself a piece the threshold of the decades of sky the window facing when the dance got hot west for example
or over his own feet? – stand every morning did you miss two steps in the viennese waltz did on the selfsame spot
into the samba rhythm were you one of the on their way across
the sky – how ridic berry bush did you go round ulous the remainder of completely alone?
164 165 tango window or wall sign (1919) (1967)
did i forget the a poem like this one painted in metre-high letters in vari
precisely that dance ous colours on a which is the epitome house end in brande with the following statement:
simply not enough art only reveals cherrywood or plaster in reality it adds and me to be able subtracts just nothing
to do justice to the poem does not add anything nor does it ful concentration subtract anything
landscape from a dream last sickness (1936) (1953)
reality could just like that does my just as well be a portent mother-in-law looks at me about what would la not from a canvas
ter happen in a but from the corner dream as the opposite and if dream and real blue colours just like
ity are iden tical serious compli ly and matter-of-factly cations can quite well from the life of a
arise as to which whole century she is which and as to what is has become her own myth now a portent of what
166 167 royal tide v it left him cold – the death of steve biko (1960) (1990)
look at what the tide random police re has washed up to us from the port from the twentieth cen sea of the centu tury: the prison
ries large crates that are er slipped on a drop full of gilt bits and pieces of sweat stumbled and fell down that have been stacked up over a new sti
on top of each oth ga table as a er into a museum result of which his head dropped for lost property
look how we stare like the body are the the sheep down at the shore where result of collisions with the junk drifted in table-tennis balls
onement iii february (granite) (1949) (1956)
a line or bounda time that has been ry or limit traced in the sand divides and brings with pencil strokes like
together at the large faulted earthcrusts same time two halves otherwise that are grating against each perhaps irrecon
cilable or insep or like the granite arable – such a red ar of continents time which as tery can para the one prerequi
doxically e site of everything nough like the poem create can neither be comprehend oneness and onement
168 169 80th action glenrowan (1984) (1956)
the eightieth cru i will never man age to get down to austra endorf in austri lia down under
a as a double although i would like performance a live human to see the sparkling mountings being (an actor) of the southern cross
in a bloodstained shift but it is not pre with his head pointing upwards dicted in the tarot cards and a slaughtered bull nor is it in my
(a corpse) with its head horoscope i am pointing downwards on the oth not destined to crash in a er side of the cross plane in glenrowan
cloud mountain deep social space (1983) (1989)
i decide to dis et is not of galvanised steel appear for an hour in and does not reach up the co-op up in
into the clouds but it søndersø to rub is nevertheless higher shoulders so to speak with kitch than one metre and en rolls to become
seventy-seven one with the lettuc centimetres above the es to carry out a stage- diving into the
and a lot more beau cold counters – in short tiful than cloud mountain in to get completely lost in washington d c the supermarket
170 171 another time washington and beethoven (1973) (1979)
art as a safeguard it almost sounds more a wholly impersonal barrier against the bookmakers than a
furniture store – it could so can manifest itself also turn out to have some as a shield a mod thing to do with a
ern masai shield in pea- pair of ventrilo green colours rhomboid in shape quists but in actual fact and decorated it is an address
with stripes so as to in los angeles – pick up the sharp spears of all the many glances
sea and light clouds bólide 18, b-331 (homage to cara de cavalo) (1955) (1967)
all of that i saw i take a photo out at kore sand so long graph of a photograph of ago that i am a black box that con
no longer able tains a bag of red to distinguish the memor earth and a photograph – then ies from the true fa i take a photo
ta morgana of graph of the new pho mother-of-pearl which in vi tograph and go on repeat sion after vision ing the process eight
started to merge and een times and carry showed me the transitori this out in honour of ca ness of everything ra de cavalo
172 173 jack-in-the-pulpit no. iv green jazz (1930) (1962)
like a clapper in gosh how ugly it its bell and to be sure like is in this particular the devil himself case not deafening
up in the pulpit ly so but heart-rend like a black bean on its bean ingly ugly it looks like stalk like a poke bon a piece of smoked sad
net that has a veil dle of pork garnished and (now we are getting near with red and green peppers or er) like the immense a sawn-over thigh
violet orchid bone with marrow like of the genitalia opened to the night it is beautiful
bedroom ensemble painting for the wind (1963) (1961)
i have mentioned the when you have read this hotel apartment on the poem tear it out of the corner of seventh book and cut it in
avenue but not to small pieces each that its bedroom resembled letter separately put this one like two peas them in a ruby
in a pod the same glass bowl for exam box mattresses the same fur ple and place them out in wind nishings apart from y weather somewhere
the fact that there was or yourself scatter no rope hanging in front to the letters to the four winds keep the public out poem of the wind
174 175 night light 25/3333cb elton john (1989) (1973)
night light in broad day who the fuck is john light a strange paradox the elton? – he is not a pseu light in the light in donym for regi
stead of in the dark nald kenneth dwight the cold counters the and therefore he is not a low-voltage light from student from the roy
the hospitals and al academy the computer screens that hum of music he does not know faintly i very bernie taupin and
he is not the per son who composed candle in graphical garden the wind – who is he?
my nurse sleeping leaves (1936) (1990)
there was actual ly a factotum in my a work of art that no one childhood who i dom except the artist
inated in the has seen (unless the most bizarre way – i forced her photograph of the work of to carry me on art is the work of
her shoulders so that art and not the work i was able to ride her like a horse or to about art as a
go with me on cross hole in the ground where palm leaves have been laid to rest ferry every day in a sleeping bag
176 177 table of universal brotherhood tv-garden (1930) (1936)
one would have thought that in front of the ferns this table would have been round (like in the back garden my old the one at came video came
lot or like the ba ra takes pictures of bel table out in vollsmo the new camera which at se) and had not been the same time takes pic
a square one and un tures of the old one – approachably made of ce both shootings are shown on se ramics one would have parate tv screens
thought that precisely set up in the rose this table could solve the squar bushes and behind the haw ing of the circle thorn respectively
smoking room: still life psyche (1923) (1974)
there were many smok it is not toma ing rooms at our school where smok to ketchup neither heinz nor ing was of course for del monte that is
bidden – one was right coming out of the out under the open sky in wound that the woman in the the breaks another picture in this po
one was secret and was down in the boiler room self with a razor blade nor while the most cunning is it red wine eith
place of all was to er it is blood and openly smoke away in body art as the ulti our very own rooms mative work of art
178 179 i was a rich man’s plaything tale of the sea (1947) (1920)
the poem formed and the sea is merci created by something more less like a piece of white pa per that lies complete
a small specialised ly blank in the morn language (a code of large words ing when the sea is still as a golden glossa a millpond and just
ry so to speak) the as blank in the eve poem formed and created by the whole language ever been able
ads atrocious puns and nobody will ever be able to write also this poster
wandering journey system-painting-end (1983) (1969)
pacman on an out since a system is door trip perhaps on a pic nothing else than a set of nic pacman on the variables it
run in the green maze in search of various chees imagine how a system es and berries it painting could ever
looks like pacman in be brought to a con the midst of the vert anglais clusion – that the artist does not know his own va
been caught in a host riables does not of olive-green nuances make the work of art any and in turpentine less systematic
180 181 helicoidal tree what falls to the ground but can’t be eaten (1988) (1991)
follow me through the tree inside the tree there is doorway of words into this laotian myste
feigenbaum tree there answer there as ten thousand tears in the small grove
proto-tree there is of bamboo trees or spiral tree in front self in the clearing
and furthermost in is a seed from which a new the stillnesses after an tree is growing up entire century?
thel catax (1976) (1929)
what words got caught in the words fade and the the poem-trap in the course images from the previ ous century are
a look: corten steel bleached by purgato turf a photograph of dart ry and other colours are mouth college in han written over by
nover a complete other words dwindle ly triangular molehill in the light sink down into with various clus deeper transparen
ters of trees – and that cies down to the in is not forgetting the word visible down into il legibility
182 183 les demoiselles d’avignon seaton delaval (1907) (1941)
as if the memo care less about nineteen hun ry had been given a coat dred and seven – it
is only a num how it gleams like a ber in the row of years reach bad conscience about something ing retirement cut- that is not my fault
at all i really ry marks oblivion) i only pay atten it that my playmates
tion because of the happened to get killed in a bomb attack during men that year produced the second world war
self-portrait exaggerating my negroid features venus of the rags (1981) (1967)
just look at the blood- take a photograph of your beloved naked (buy a porno mag
that beautiful eith for want of something er they mostly resemble some prawn salad not of the photo and
to mention the nose paste it over the poem here as a collage when you have read it
through – little poem of the nigger about him; written there who is the love can you say: massa liest anywhere
184 185 diptych full fathom five (1954) (1947)
as can be seen the right- and left-hand side are not perhaps constitute the depth the same only on of these coinci
the surface – the red dences where cigar ette ends nails and buttons play morphous in the white a greater role or
book of the centu ry – that which the dead wrote and down in the individual that which the living subconscious and in
write about one and the collective me the same event do not e mory where the enthropy ver completely match approaches zero
opium smoker cubist nude (1982) (1913)
i myself only i do not know why ever got to smoking a precisely nineteen hundred few joints and some pot and thirteen has be
before i had a come so important bad trip and lost my mental in this connection i can balance for a brief only record the
moment which dissolved fact that once again into cellulose paint and a nude woman comes in on red polka dots dur to the scene clad in
ing which time i full armour (in the met the man with the star and the rainbow hammer many arsenals
186 187 salem cove self (1916) (1991)
just like we once did out at a common or garden thick head a fathead and
for a brief moment lunkhead or a shit head but a bloody fool who middle east unpaid seriously believes
bills and health that is that the self consists becoming a bit dodgy of four litres of blood fro for it is really true zen into a head
light is actually on a platter when made up of dots if you screw the self is a relation up your eyes a bit that relates to god
joke in the land of the germans (1987) (1947)
a salesman’s car broke down on a lonely road other express trains powered and he asked at by electrici
the only house ty and the libi in sight: “can you put me up for the night?” – “I can” current i drove from
said the farmer – “but sachsenhausen to you’ll have to share the room dachau and back again from with my young son” stammheim to buchen
“how about that” – gas wald and then drove all ped the salesman – “I am the way from deutschland to ger in the wrong joke” many and back again
188 189 (yellow with circles i) doric circus (1996) (1979)
re-use or borrow ing like haloes (or like ing is when it is express compact discs) in ly stated in one
over the threshold way or another of a new millennium if not we are dealing with from four years before plagiarism at
to four years after best with theft at worst – this also happens to ap game that is won at ply to the world of
nineteen and that ap plies to nothing less than re hereby been announced on the ality itself
bereavement fall ’91 (1970) (1992)
i begin to cross fall rhymes with tall out the picture that this po but were women really that em refers to with tall in the fall of
a green colour pen nineteen hundred and something wrong with my
diagonally short-term memory – up in the left-hand corner but even so were they real and continue to ly two metres tall
erase until the as is being sug gested – or was it only been covered over the female dummies?
190 191 ophelia among the flowers black painting no. 34 (1905) (1984)
long ago and far black black black away many years later black black black black i myself loved an black black black
ophelia who black black black did not know the language of black black black black black black black
know that rosemary black black black is for remembrance and that black black black black rue means contrition black black black
and yet who never black black black black black black black for the sake of death black black black
the dance portrait of ambroise vollard (1988) (1908)
i too once wrote a ble just how much dancing went poem to my publisher on in the twenti for two reasons part
eth century if ly because i quite we are to believe art (and liked him and partly in or we have to do so der to ensure the
as the only re publication of liable source of what ac my next work but when the po tually took place)
dancing went on both publisher was dead in broad daylight and in moon so the poem became an light as here and now in memoriam
192 193 don quixote august (1952) (1995)
all forms of mental august was like that strife are invisible are according at least to the hardly revealed by julian calen
the slightest physi cal quivering or any full of colours the sequins tremor of the mind of the leaves light rhom
itself if the leap buses confusions cascades of op-art and post- impressionism
little the higher not all that very long ago at the bien er he seems to be nale in venice
794-1 abstract painting abstraction orange (1993) (1972)
it could look a bit like an infrared satel abstraction as a work of lite photo of a art and then became
the carcenogen nia hercegovina ic agent orange di- and the long heat lines of trichloropheno
napalm the green and xyacetic a blue parameters but there cid (take that) which was dropped o is only putty ver the vietnamese
that has been smeared out forests crops and po across the canvas using pulation by the airforce a rubber roller of the usa
194 195 distribution of the arms untitled (1928) (1929)
yet another point outside space a so-called time is art that changes warp i wonder what
the world and vice it may contain? win versa – words are the best wea dow glass that someone has cut pon they do not kill themselves on or a
anybody but music stand that has are able to change a mind been deep-frozen in dry-ice? the poem hits the heart without words the as
with something else than sociations be machine-gun bullets – long live come purer but also in the revolution comprehensible
parts of the body: french vocabulary lesson the cathedral (1961) (1907)
i never got to what gloves would match these learn french in the sixth form slept hands of bronze – batting gloves mainly during those from cricket perhaps
lessons now the chance or a pair of kid gloves or rubber gloves or gloves means nostril teton to protect one from
means nipple and poils aids as at the den means pubic hair but next to the cunt it says u haps a generous
dollop of hand lo really called in french? – how ve tion would be enough before ry interesting
196 197 amerika vi (south bronx) marilyn monroe (1986) (1962)
i take out my book my generation honeymoon and read the po was not all that wild about em bronx to myself – marilyn she was
after which i spray too cute for us it the whole page over with glit ter spray to make de ing purposes we
corations (an old preferred the nudist trick i have made use of on mags from the tobacco ki earlier occa osk so it is not
sions) till it looks like my sperm that has ruined all the colours on been written over that poster of her
f 111 united states ii (1965) (1976)
death also had its very own poetry just ca is black and white in all listen: respects hero and
tomahawk villain at one and fortresses lancaster mus the same time white acrylic and black tempera
myself only lacked divided down the a hell cat middle by the bible belt my collection of that only dreams sur
coloured cards from the pass and the words of poems and horses when they are grazing at night
198 199 red on maroon tropical forest with monkeys (1959) (1910)
red red red red red alias any red red red red red red red stock exchange in the western red red red red red world the new york ex
red red maroon red change for example red red red maroon red which i visited before red red maroon red twin towers lay in
red red maroon red ruins the new york red red red maroon red red exchange downtown looks like a red red maroon red tropical rain for
red red maroon red est – a bit odd to red red red red red red red realise the world’s run by red red red red red a cave of monkeys
two clowns a naturalist’s study (1935) (1928)
it’s you and your op what is it hanging posite neighbour me and my on the wall to the left next neighbour it is man to the seven eggs
as such no matter on a string is it a farewell letter from the our perches or sing artist’s wife or just
serenades no mat a common or gar ter if we believe or doubt den shopping list: sugar salt it is always a and porridge oats? it
human basic con can’t very well be dition to be a clown for that for a number of ex crying or laughing tremely good reasons
200 201 noise lost record (1963) (1940)
quiet please – can i am writing this you hear anything down there poem as a protest a from the previous gainst nuclear pow
century can you er and as a re hear anything else at all minder of humanity’s except your own heart greatest crime against
beat your own breathing – itself (almost for quiet please the poem is gotten) i add my name un utterly silent der the bottom line
it does not say a duplicate it and single sound or a single write it out into the world word it makes no noise as a chain poem
windsor 6 death (1965) (1985)
layer on layer toy death with a blue of cream looks white on windsor caparison on its horse white on titanium of polyester
white on time’s blind spot golden even when on word and image that start death happens to be a wo to fade beneath new man in this game with
truths that are coated over and become lies which and teddy bears but in the are then covered with same way as it is
pigments and zinc white impossible to and broad sweeps of the brush that practise life one can pale like everything not play oneself dead
202 203 the burning bush self-portrait with model (1982) (1927)
beware mister yet another fuck president – it is a da ing self-portrait – have the ar ngerous name to go tists no shame whatso
round with (just read on) – ever – no fortu nately they are completely trainers and take out shameless if they are
a press photograph not in the process of staring themselves in the president of the eyes (as their own mo
united states of dels) they are spending america and proceed their time writing a poem about it instead
mr poor’s family barcelona fan (1991) (1979)
i have myself re the top hat of his ceived a letter with a plea tory is at least four me tres high and two me
from a certain vi tres wide – how can i olet nammugi who lives be sure of that? – i have just in kampala u extracted this huge
ganda’s embassy spanish fan with pre explained to me that the let cisely those measurements out ter was a swindle of it – although who
even so i was it has belonged to prepared to pay because of and who has used it i am her beautiful name unable to say
204 205 recumbent female nude with legs apart rear view of a woman sitting at a table (1914) (1924)
an almost lifelike just sit down right there picture: precisely such have sideways on the chair the high- i seen my belov backed one made of oak
ed every morning i want you to turn for the past twenty years and your back towards me place one now i am taking arm on the roco
a poem of this co table and the tableau in black and white for other wound round the arm-rest
you can read for your to the yellowed wall self how beautiful my be paper – now picture and po loved really is em match each other
self-portrait blue nude with sword (1912) (1980)
now again – okay the cheerful kitchen the most recent photo of of the eighties dipped in blue me is only a emulsion paint just
couple of months old like the naked dan i don’t do anything with cers (with and without a sword) it don’t make inci
sions in it don’t pour the decade with smashed potash all over it don’t china of every conceiv do any drawings able style and blue
on it – so i look where one helped oneself completely ordinary: from the shelves and then called it an elderly man postmodernism
206 207 eye body: 36 transformative actions united enemies (1963) (1993)
if art and life are palestine bound to the same thing art does not ex gether by the blue stripes in ist if there is no the israeli
no reason to talk about that have come from gaza bound art the documen together by the
tation is the work wall of concrete im of art of each performance prisoned together by barbed (not itself) in this wire killed together
particular case by suicide bombs it is a huge photostat and by liquidations bound and a small poem together to death
after us the flood circle (1995) (1925)
a new kind of im vicious or good – her perialism is on meneutic megarian the march is rolling or eulerian
through the third world in what kind of circle is it so full of triang nons planes and rocket les lines and rectang
attacks and in the les so much at odds last resort nuclear wea with itself is it the cir pons: democracy cle of the hori
at all costs whether zon or your own lim you want it or not is the itation (do not disturb order of the day any of my squares)?
208 209 why and what (yellow) game of chance no. 2 (1988) (1949)
i think that i can if you throw a one answer both questions although they are partisans if you in the reverse or throw a two they are
der – what? – it is an terrorists if you section of a map of man throw a three it is guer hattan (i can re rilla warfare if
cognise madison you throw a four it square garden) why? – partly in is murder if you throw a order to pay hom
age to new york and for liberty if partly to show around the you throw a six it is crime world of art (yellow) i threw a seven
the dancers tilted arc (1972) (1961)
the book’s last dance is in a certain way being carried out by four this tilted piece of corten plastercast women steel is reminis
they are not dancing cent of a wrecked so breakdance or jitterbug it viet nuclear submar looks more as if it’s ine in the middle
ballet – the nutcrack of new york dark and er suite perhaps – caught as they threatening so removed as are in an abso fast as possible
lute stasis of mo now there’s only pic tion frozen into the cen ture and poem left as proof tre of gravity of this assertion
210 211 cannons in action (words on liberty and forms) untitled (no. 122) (1915) (1983)
bbooumm bruit et the decade’s proto lumière 100 000 volt type is represented in eventrement sou this particular
lèvement de la instance by an a terre soldatsmachines nonymous woman a blond avancer avan who is hiding her
cer émanation face behind her hair de gaz puants courbe and even though she is dressed graduelle vers in a model’s cos
la terre 100 000 tume she looks nervous éclairs déchirements there in her accorded thir szszszszszszsz ty seconds of fame
death on the beach challenging mud (1945) (1955)
john wayne storms up the you don’t have to wall beach in heavy artille ow around naked in vol
um seeks cover va small bag with earth for rious anonymous ac your own grave or go and dig tors meet their death on out your wellies from
omaha beach it somewhere or other is d-day over and o ver again every on a november
day in black and white day then you will un or perhaps eastmancolor derstand what is meant by the somewhere in the world term ‘the naked earth’
212 213 mornington crescent nude, contre-jour zapata (1907) (1931)
emiliano nude model roughly a hun zapata started his re dred years later – the volutionary
basic conditions activities to are the same only the circum gether with the village pea stances have changed a sants and continued
little bit and the the struggle until words have altered here and there he fell in an ambush and the colours too per was killed by govern
haps – how reassur ment soldiers now he’s back from the dead as zapa nude model backlight ta tortilla crisps
antibes: the pink cloud voltri vii (1916) (1962)
hiroshima: the sun chariot an white cloud sixth of august no sixty-two made out of wrought iron and dis
nineteenforty carded agricul tural implements drawn in little boy 60 kg to its own sacred
uranium-235 stillness after the 80000 killed instantly and al considerable noise the most 120000 all told combine harvesters
the pure down-to-earth made in the middle and sacred poetry of of the century drawn in what are just the facts to a museum
214 215 train untitled (1993) (1956)
if this train of red that year i turned eigh glass beads pulled out of the va teen even though time did not gina like a ro pass eight hundred years
sary if that is ago at any the regalia of the rate only as a something spun female sex then what out in rubidium
is the masculine or as colours stacked counterpart – a budweiser that is held in the in a private col
left hand a remote lection where the dust control and a shot gun that’s is still falling like pepper within easy reach?
spiral jetty the boy in black (1970) (1924)
like juliane in fact i wore black høj on the home latitudes thirty years later i wore like a galaxy a black uniform
out there in vast end that was double-breast ed tailor-made and without gantic piece of con any turn-ups on
fectionery crea the trousers brass but ted by god himself (by sub tons on which a phoenix rose stitution of an out of the ashes
other) a huge sand black tie white shirt black wich cake to crash into in shoes and socks – bloody litt a helicopter le soldier boy
216 217 self-portrait with patricia self-portrait (1936) (1907)
self-portrait with cop it isn’t me who’s per apple-pancake pan self- staring sullenly and dis portrait with heinz toma trustingly at you
to ketchup self-por from the picture or trait with shrovetide barrel for rather from the poem but bashing self-portrait a younger red-haired
with elastoplast man who is very self-portrait with newspaper scared of being consigned to cutting of the der oblivion now
by winner patri as the century cia garbo self-portrait with approaches at a highly painting of myself disquieting speed
sky goddess/egyptian acrobats trap picture (1987) (1972)
imagine that the study the poem letters are some kind of ac more closely letter by let robats (egyptian ter word by word sen
perhaps) that are climb tence by sentence i ing and leaping in the rack mage by image examine of the poem that the syntax more care
a is a small ro fully and the re ly poly that b is a lation between the word class girl with ducks legs that es (don’t forget the
c is juggling with implied or hidden balls etc etc join in invent meanings) and then tell me what’s the rest for yourself not quite right somewhere
218 219 countryside brooklyn bridge (1952) (1918)
we’re at the seaside i looked at this bridge the prussian-blue streak furthest full of veneration (that’s to the right of the admittedly a
poem indicates gross word but i am it while the cadmium-yel low squares in the mid ter expression for
dle of the picture what i felt – unless would seem to imply autumn it should just be: gosh) i saw the bridge exactly
glænø) strengthened by like that: a mesh of the red rectangle that’s down cables and prisms like a huge on the bottom line aeolian harp
supremely black cage for sound (1985) (1994)
‘snow-white washes coal- the golden horns re black’ (as the old advertis discovered in seattle ing slogan that sud but without any
denly comes into gold and without a my mind – so precisely and ny horns found as pure sound locked poetically ex inside a bamboo
presses it) can be construction on wheels brought quite naturally right so far removed from the home up to date under country’s plaster cast
the motto: paper so far removed from white makes the poem all conceptions of a gold supremely black en horn made of gold
220 221 untitled ‘south wabash avenue’ chicago (1951) (1992)
cadmium yellow let us for examp aureolin jaune de chrom le saunter down south wabash clair permanent avenue even
yellow amaril though none of us comes lo de napole new gam to chicago let us turn boge indian
yellow jaune de the poem (picture) mars jaune citron cadmi into diamond’s steak house – um pale nea that got your taste-buds
pelgelb giallo working didn’t it brillante chiaro gum now you’re hungering for a migutt citrongul real burger aren’t you?
sea floor movement to rise of fireplace stripping entrance to a lane (1992) (1939)
or napoleon from the one extreme bonaparte meets marilyn to the other via nel monroe at jægers lerudgyden from
pris hunting lodge or the one century twenty electric light bulbs to the other from asphalt all commit hari
kiri or a piece vested via the of empire furniture made poem from chicago to of sea-salt or... there’s hindevad via
plenty to come up the picture and from with if your imagina the extreme of fantasy tion should run riot to reality
222 223 untitled the ribbon of extremes (1932) (1932)
can one see through a through my whole pro poem or is one’s gaze stopped duction there runs a ribbon by the letters and of incomprehens
the paper? if one ibility (like knows the poem by heart are a milky way) a string of there chinks that open paradoxes a
out onto eter very thin möbi nity? – i cannot answer us strip that binds words and sen either of these ques tences and ima
tions but i think the ges together to the poem illuminates time the whole that makes the poems lights up existence comprehensible
children playing with fire a little night music (1947) (1946)
we didn’t pee in if on the other our beds at night even though hand you open the door to room number two hun
grenades in the home dred and one in writ guard up on the common at ing’s image (or is it the melby we were far reverse?) you’ll stand at
too busy coughing the poem’s centre away and trying to put of gravity where it is out the large heather hung up in itself
had been the unwitting cause ed star and is therefore in comprehensible
224 225 action painting ii complex corner relief (1984) (1915)
an action poem must be a poem that does the poem’s doghouse? – this sculp what it says and to that ture of iron zinc
extent is honest and alumini ly concrete and keeps its word um created by the ar like this poem which tist of the revo
chatters away nat lution rejected ters away blethers away by the regime but restored until a stop’s put to favour again
to it which takes place now that it’s become in the space of just a few a sales object which cannot words not now but now do any more harm
ochre excelsior (1963) (1934)
asphalt asphalt as higher higher still phalt asphalt asphalt asphalt although height cannot be said asphalt asphalt as to have any height
phalt sand sand asphalt whatsoever here asphalt sand sand sand asphalt nothing is either high or sand sand sand sand sand low the pleiades
sand ochre sand sand hang precisely as sand sand sand asphalt asphalt they wish to in their heavens sand sand sand sand sand nailed to the light high
canvas canvas sand or low at the ve asphalt asphalt asphalt as ry most height lost its height and halt asphalt asphalt distance its distance
226 227 pietà apocalypse partition of place (1972) (1994)
and i saw precise art is in art’s debt ly how three became one (al the poems hang out togeth most like the nail-clip er as thick as thieves
per in the old days) and marking rings pic i saw it happen against tures are palimpsests that are a background of squig superimposed on
gles circles and ma each other statues share exactly the same space happen in a pic as the notes the ar
ture and one of the tists are standing on three was actually wear each other’s shoulders like ‘the ing a black bow tie
woman and cosmetics chariot mk iv (1963) (1966)
mirror mirror in swing low sweet chari the poem who is the fair ot i hear singing inside est in the land? read myself at the sight
er great is your beau of this iron sculpture ty’s gleam but sisley from pa which looks more like a parsley ris is fairest with chopper than a tank
the gleam of youth and that’s celebrating l’oreal and schwarzkopf and the machine age’s black ar elizabeth ar canum and motion
den and not least he or is sneering at lena rubinstein is the it – it is up to you to fairest in the book decide for yourself
228 229 free untitled (1992) (1959)
pay me a visit here in hedeboerne ty nine say a blind thing to let us meet in the me – there must have been
kitchen and i’ll show a war going on you a work of art – i crack somewhere or other in the an organic free world and my belov
range egg into the non-stick frying pan and then apart from that the year seems fry it over a to me to be as
low heat – and voilà! anonymous as (it is not the fried egg that the terrazzo table-top is the work of art) in the scullery
kangaroo dreaming universal art (1986) (1963)
dreams exist for the i can well under sake of reality be stand that the sun sets in this cause it cannot it picture of gold bronze
self decide that it and that the moon stands is reality but on in four quarters and that the ly in relation signs of the stars and
to some other and the symbols for man therefore the kangaroo dreams and woman animals and in order to re
charge itself again ters but i lack (not to reality like a any more) the world tree that battery at night holds up the heavens
230 231 playboy bunnies rayzor (1985) (1982)
who has woven these transcendence does prototypes in the contrast ing colours of pea light if an image
green and tomato is to be found for purée? – not penelope what occurs the link between and not the artist a ray and a ra
himself but female zorblade is not a factory workers in a bad idea – here at the rim weaving mill women of thought where it wants
who perhaps themselves to include or ex would have been porno models clude itself so as to think knitted out of wool the unthinkable
queen 2 pink oval landscape (1988) (1964)
a thuja more than i don’t know what it it is a cone more than it might be i can’t simply think it away since the
it is a laurel thought has arisen leaf more than it is a thun and i am also unab derstone more than it le to include it
in my thought because than it is a spearhead more the thought would in that case think than it is a lance itself i will hand
more than it is a it over to it bronze stele more than it’s a self hand it over to this queen more than queen two pink oval landscape
232 233 body relation in time (1990) (1977)
the soul will proba that’s probably how bly manage decide most things it is: increasingly en for itself – the spi tangled and entwined
rit has its own pre as time goes by and serves together with god up tears when it really hurts be there somewhere while the cause your hair is in
body is left to extricably mat itself and to laws it can’t ted and plaited in a gran ultimately con ny knot even though
trol the body is everybody knows that in every respect out on sooner or later we shall a limb high and dry all sleep alone
first part of the return from parnassus the moulin de la galette in snow (1961) (1923)
parnus was a res there is a mill like taurant on the other side that one in ulstrup of no of the lake which we use or beauty a
used to sail over ny more on the stub to in a motorboat driv en by a former imploded into
foreign legiona its own history ry with one leg just as in into itself ripped out in the myth in order fragments in glimpses
to play mini-golf of time and darkness just for glory – parnassus to its own now each time that no longer exists you read this poem
234 235 the flight art is useless, go home (1962) (1971)
that’s precisely why an egg-shell to funen and you are to go home and read moved into a shoe- this poem which has
box that was lined with not cost a single a sky made of tissue pa penny to produce nor will it bring in a brass
from the horrors of farthing either (set the twentieth century expressions retain their worth to a fairytale despite the deva
that was more beauti luation) for the ful so as to remember simple reason that art’s by the moment itself nature free of charge
vega yongíy-2 composition no 4045 (1972) (1955)
language happens to here the actual be so – we must learn it high rent can be seen the crackling or low what we want in the oils the
to say’s almost the attempt to explain same as a new computer oneself it is almost like game what was meant to seeing gödel’s proof
expressed in cera often turns out very small mics: white squares that have been bro twixt the words are seen ken through by black squares
on rare occasions in the middle of glimpses from afar of the the picture that it is un newest star vega able to contain
236 237 nantes triptych the newspaper (1992) (1910)
i have my own trip why is it that the tych placed on the internet words in the newspaper are www.triptychon.dk forgotten almost
the rebellion is before they have been born in the kurdish mountains written down while the poem http:kurdistan.life.nu lives? – it is because
resistance contin dead words relate to ues on afghanistan soil time and to time alone and http:imagine.stop.to die with it while the
the guerrilla strug living words of po gle and death in palestine etry relate to what is http:palestine.learn.to time’s prerequisite
houses of the banks of the seine at chatou tomorrow morning (1906) (1929)
the houses in fo time’s prerequisite gense do not lie along cannot be the morning of to the seine but on the morrow nor that of
kattegat and al the day before yes though i’ve never been to par terday because time in that is they look like the case would contain its
picture and depic own explanation tion (those watercol (which is always present and ours i painted as is omnipresent)
a boy) the houses time’s prerequisite in fogense look like that can therefore be nothing else kind of house (pictures?) than eternity
238 239 the stumbling-block the golden light penzance (1991) (1935)
eternity is such a three-master the stumbling-block against which also hung in my childhood time is shipwrecked or home on its way through
founders and is ground oil and marine paints ed (read in a more gentle the light was not golden but register of voice) grey like that from the
has its foundation shell of an oyster eternity is the found i have no idea where ation stone cornerstone it is now – where was
that takes exception it heading? – how time to time eternity is the stars’ chopping block art and in crackling
a real work of art soup can (1995) (1961)
the racing horse’s i take a tin of name was far west and i loved campbell’s tomato soup that that horse but it was is exactly si
not a real work of milar down from the art because it was crea shelf pour it into a sauce ted spontaneous pan heat it stir it
ly while all art comes with a spoon – out in into being in the doub to the soup plate with it – some leness of immed bread with it umm! how
iacy – a photo tasty this secu graph of the horse could have been lar and non-alcoholic a real work of art communion is
240 241 a tale from the decameron two musicians (1916) (1917)
but which one? – the one what are they up to with the man in the apple what is the number that they tree or the one where are playing can it
he is stuck in the be green dolphin street? – barrel’s cream of tartar or we will never get to know some other one? per and perhaps that is
haps a completely a good thing – then we new story written and paint can avoid the intoler ed on top of the able spiritu
other ones a ne al stench that always ver-ending palimpsest a surrounds the genuine ar cross the centuries? ticle – pure music
my favourite track cinderella (1944) (1994)
on the gramophone cinderella stinks the goldberg variations say the feminists cinder are spinning round and ella’s burka’s been
round just like the cd sewn by tailor birds player with avalon and from say the lesbians cinder the walkman comes the ella’s shoes are of
sound of cheesecake from glass and she can on the video there is tu ly wear them if one of her randot and from the
recorder comes save the women’s liber a little smile in uni ation movement – now that was son and on one tape a real fairytale
242 243 the visitor rest (1952) (1994)
or vanitas and it is not collaps memento mori or the ible with a blue-striped back jolly roger there out of canvas there
are a host of names is no seat made of for it – i once was the own moulded foam rubber between er of a skull when its arm-rests it is
i was studying made out of spruce wood medicine but all you need with knots in it bought at weh to do is to cross renbergs furniture
your arms beneath your store i rest my case own head so as to ensure says the chair on which i’ve sat you remember it for the past ten years
pearls rolled across the floor (house) (1994) (1993)
pearls rolled a my friend’s daughter showed me the paradox in her ed as high as they own special way we
will go burnt rubber had built a model upon the garden wall pe of the house we used to spend arls rolled across our holidays in
it stood on the ta pommelled to sane under ble inside the house and looked foot glass scratched by like the spitting im
diamonds pearls age of it – one eve ning the little girl upset arls before swine
244 245 sos starification object series projection on south africa house (1974) (1985)
i am modelling the unconscious is being projected – thát we chewing gum and plac know but that does not
ing them in a cer mean that all project tain way in the poem here – ions are unconscious this ap plies both to the sym
my deceased cat the bol of the swasti second like some buddha the ka in the picture that is third reminds one of being referred to
a miniature mount and the poem that is everest and the fourth most right on this very page with ly looks like itself its star of david
20:50 st adolf diamond ring (1987) (1913)
i once gave my be ten minutes to nine and what’s loved a diamond ring as happening then? – i’m a present that looks
watching a TV pro like one of my own gramme – in the middle of a poems the stone is not all football interna that big but even
tional – so it can’t so it catches the be that what then? – i give my light exactly like that word self plenty of time which causes the po
em to hang in it ty all that happens is that tre of gravity
246 247 haying field hand (1939) (1985)
we had our own hay is god a cripple – ing take place in our neighbour is god’s left hand an arti
last week and today in a while unbuck gigantic tractors have com les and lays aside on a pressed the hay into fallen tree-trunk out
bales something which is rather similar to what for a bit in the midst of happens with my own his continued la
language machines which bours with creation – have compressed the words into does god show that much soli these bales of poems darity with man?
cello chicken waiting for the long car (1983) (1948)
the car bonnets that the limousine from have been used in making this new york the six-metre-long work of art are black automobile that
and white and since the year happens to be eighty- black with the black windows and three they may be from mahogany bar
a toyota and the six-metre-long ca morris minor respectiv dillac of fame is something ly in which case we we’re all waiting for
have a toyota to drive us all the cello and morris chicken or vice versa complete with escort
248 249 painting (1959)
malachite mala cithe malachite malachite malachite mala
chite paynes grey titan ium white titanium white black black black ti
tanium white black black ti tanium white black black paynes grey titanium white titan
ium white paynes grey white black black black black black black black malachite white white
utopia – reality-i (1971)
twenty-seven light- emitting diodes next to each other each of
which runs through the al phabet which uninterrup tedly spells out a
nything at all or nothing at all or itself twenty-seven light-
emitting diodes now spelling their way to e ternity’s poem
250 251 THE TONES
250 251 king neptune
252 253 love for sale satin doll
254 255 body and soul i want to blow now
256 257 i guess i’ll hang my tears out to dry big fat butterfly
258 259 soul sister cherokee
260 261 just friends three o’clock in the morning
262 263 where are you? it’s you or no one
264 265 once i had a secret love polkadots and moonbeams
are dead as a door
266 267 the shadow of your smile summertime
268 269 wave tenor madness
270 271 you have changed days of wine and roses
cor ny and cool
272 273 there’s no greater love sticky wicket
274 275 darn that dream montmartre
276 277 jelly jelly didn’t we
278 279 sophisticated lady rhythm-a-ning
280 281 scrapple from the apple willow weep for me
282 283 broadway stairway to the stars
284 285 i was doing all right you have changed
286 287 for regulars only society red
288 289 it’s you or no one ascension ii edition
290 291 ascension i edition the father and the son and the holy ghost
292 293 compassion love
294 295 consequences serenity
all alone in the world with his saxophone
296 297 sun ship dearly beloved
what a
clumsy poet bad timing
what a prickhead of a poet men tioning this at all
298 299 amen attaining
300 301 ascent living space
that’s a fact
302 303 untitled dusk-dawn
at high noon
304 305 untitled the last blues
306 307 acknowledgment pursuance part 4-psalm
308 309 resolution apple jump
310 311 i’ll remember april skylark
312 313 a la modal all clean
314 315 sunset on the trail
316 317 all the things you are darn that dream
318 319 straight no chaser the theme
thank you – on the rocks
320 321 just friends misty
322 323 red cross so what
324 325 in a sentimental mood stable mates
326 327 half nelson i can’t get started
328 329 another hairdo dexter digs in
330 331 nursery blues lullaby for a monster
332 333 green dolphin street born to be blue
born to be dead
334 335 tanya the apartment
336 337 wee-dot old folks
and who the fuck are you
338 339 strollin’ candlelight lady
340 341 antabus cheese cake
342 343 manha di carneval second balcony jump
344 345 i’ll remember april the thrill is gone
346 347 cry me a river suite
cry cry cry cry cry me a river cry cry cry me a river cry
cry cry cry me a rover cry cry cry me a robber cry cry cry
cry me a river recorded live at montmar tre jazzhus copen
hagen november nineteen sixty two so much for sorrow
348 349 THE WORDS
350 351 ode to the air
the air is sharp with brass scorches the lungs like salt petre i take a
breath breathe in breathe out fourteen times a minute live by breathing in the
air on this candle mas and the rest of all my days until my breath
ing ultimately gives out like the air in a sunken submarine
ode to the artichoke
whose heart i have nev er consumed neither raw nor marinated but
have only seen done in oils in a canvas by de chirico a
mong shadows and night expresses that are driven by the libido
ah heart of jesus sweet and violet as a full-ripe artichoke
352 353 ode to happiness ode to the atom
it makes me extreme turn to page one hun ly happy to open a dred and thirty three in the tin of sardines (les second volume of the en
célèbres d’henri cyclopedia – VI of course) por there you get a glimpse into tuguese with phosphor god’s own workshop in
us like making a the bottom right-hand hole in time or an egg or corner the hermet in a poem and ic formula and
periodic sys words that have the smell of ‘the tem of the atoms: la rhé olive’ and of ‘oil’ torique des dieux
ode to america ode to a chestnut on the ground
once upon a come along with me time in america down hedebovej to the (before the fall old chestnut tree that
of the twin towers) is standing in full I fucked my wife in armour and livery with the middle of new morning stars and hand
york grenades at the read that i had not yet seen and y let us become as child that i therefore was ren once more and form
unable to know animals from the how it ended as is pre fallen chestnuts with long thin cisely the case now legs made of matchsticks
354 355 ode to the onion ode to copper
i take an onion when is copper love from the shopping bag’s plastic liest? – is it as kettles and cut it in half and saucepans or as
strictly speaking its the stock exchange dra saturnian rings around gon spire perhaps as large etch the middle of ev ings strewn over with
erything could just as salt or as bracelets well be the centre of the that blacken during solar universe as of eclipses or is
fear around its nu it perhaps when they’re cleus of nothing around to be found in dutch natu its fear of itself re morte paintings?
ode to clarity ode to the happy day
the sun is clear it’s it could be today as clear as daylight and light when my blood pressure is nor in geometry mal and my cat looks
and a red aalborg at me with gooseber is clear and conversely as ry eyes my wife with aqua clear as mud night can marine and death on
be scintillating ly from the pages ly clear and the darkness has in the newspaper where e its bright moments the verything’s as usu
one and only thing al a perfectly that is not at all clear is normal day a brief instant clarity itself of eternity
356 357 ode to energy ode to hope
it’s eight o’clock in the future will un the morning i carry a deniably come (just read cup of ceylon on for a bit word
garden tea with me by word) whereas fate up the stairs and i place it keeps you waiting hour after on the window ledge hour not to mention
as far as i re that which is to come call from distant physics les at some point or other which sons i have now col is entirely in
lected some form or god’s hands – so there’s on other of energy (here ly hope that one’s able to pin one’s poem on
ode to envy ode to fertility
envy is neither green for every duck that is nor yellow it is complete ly colourless but and when two heifers
it tastes as bitter are slaughtered three more as aluminium and are secretly born if three it smells of congealed pigs are given a
blood it can also blue stamp four more grunt be heard in the way the voice at the sky and if four hu gives a small dry crack man beings kill each
it resides in the heart as a ten-armed octo arise – what a marvellous pus and really hurts abundance of life
358 359 ode to flowering ode to fire
i own a money you could help me make tree or paradise tree or this poem a bit more au whatever the name thentic by tearing
of it is (crasu out this particu lar page and setting light to once in forty years it with a lighter
but what a show like in the bottom left the milky way on a star hand corner while you are read ry winter evening ing it to yourself
since then i’ve treated it too considerately formed it into the ashes if the truth be told of resurrection
ode to the blue flower ode to the threads
cross the internet’s frozen wer of poetry trelliswork of stars
no matter whether connect up my thought it grows in kalundborg or processes and my nervous over in stingsted system to this me
woods no matter whe ga-sized spider’s web ther it stands in an ode or made up of invisible in a sonnet if threads wallow in giga
you get what i am bytes and broadbands and (not) saying and (not) writ do a search for the following ing between the lines ing address: www.god.com
360 361 ode to the ordinary human being ode to winter
we’re all ordina green winter green bar ry human beings despite ley green turnips green rape the our various neu winter has turned green
and white nowadays ent hair and skin colours in down over the pe
ence itself – it’s so tro chemical iron simple – to our own crea tor and to death (which rain and oblivi
are one and the same on the winter has thing) we are all ordina turned green with salts phospor ry human beings us and nitrogen
ode to restlessness ode to the laboratory assistants
when i was young i who right at this mo used to say to myself: why ment are in the process of are you running a checking my blood (san
round in the wood here gre brava or dra go home – and when i was at gon) its combinations of home why are you sit letters and numbers
ting staring here go its mysterious colour of madder lake and i say to myself: altar wine – let us
when i’m at home i’m hope that the result at home and when i’m in the woods i’m in the woods pocryphal poem
362 363 ode to leningrad ode to the book (ii)
the place that is no conversely (i.e. longer there but that now on the opposite pages – the ly has an exist ones printed in bask
ence in history erville) or behind books and in the symphonies the pages’ mirrored writing or in poems that the books continue
start to give way word there where life comes to by word as memory it an end the poems stand verse on verse like an e
the human heart per pitaph to time and haps it is only the name themselves or the poems that that has disappeared never got written
ode to the book (i) ode to rain
which has not been writ is it raining in ten yet and in which this po brussels my beloved? – i em which is not com haven’t a china
man’s chance of knowing will appear on page something if it is but you know how or other under fond i am of rainy
the above title weather send me an ode to the book (I) which once e-mail and tell me if it’s it has been written raining in brussels
will end up there where all you need to write life begins or there where life is: drizzle light rain downpour – closes where life opens that’s more than enough
364 365 ode to firewood ode to the sea
all of scarlatti’s the sea is – there is sonatas transformed into nothing that is more so than the sea it is simp
side the kitchen win ly there – heavy with dow the skeletons of dreams being and its own necess so to speak the en ity more utter
tire apple planta tion utilised as fuel humanity than any on the rubbish dump thing else only god
of miracles from himself beyond words where new poems have alread the sea is that song no bod y been written down y will ever sing
ode to being out of sorts ode to bird-watching
take a glass of pick i know both the a led herring out of the fridge put it back again glasses and his hard
don’t take a glass of boiled eggs) and the pro pickled herring out of the fessional birdwatcher be fridge don’t put it back
again take a glass of net and his tele pickled herring out of the photo lenses and i my fridge or don’t do so self watch the birds ev
put the glass of pick ery day but the great led herring back into the fridge or don’t do so still my female cat
366 367 ode to the right to mock (imprimatur) ode to numbers
fuck i say fuck (cen one two three and sored) and his beard as well fuck counting the numbers kneaded (censored) give him a into each other
turbanful of shit one two three and counting kneaded into let embassy to the ters at the bottom
ground fuck (censored) and and colours red blue its utterly sick legis orange and counting knead lation fuck i say ed into the ar
fuck the right to mock cana of the e every other person in lements one two three through (censored) x’s name four and counting
ode to night ode to harvest
at night i sleep for i cut an h and the most part – it’s as simple an a out of a piece of as that – or perhaps brown glitter paper
i dream that i am and after that a awake or that i am a black r and a correspond sleep and am dreaming ing v from the back
that i am dreaming page of the day’s news it is extremely simple when daytime is o ing a bright yellow
ver i lie down so e and s and t that i can sleep in nighttime’s with a speedmarker and voi nightly privilege là ode to harvest
368 369 ode to the bird sofré ode to the past
or the phoenix that whatever became once rose up out of the brass of it locked up in photo buttons of my un graphs and museums
iform out of a or behind the news paper’s prison-bars of let all hearts do that burn ters and images
in the furnace of pale with purgato night and in actual fact all ry – the past only exists the other birds each here and now suspend
of its own kind e ed in the blood and ven those that have been folded as great losses of memo from tissue paper ry within the mind
ode to the human couple ode to poverty
yes it is us two when i see how the who are on my beloved multinational compa in this ode it is nies wheel and deal in
us two standing there discriminately in the turquoise coloured pas with human destinies how se partout it is they exploit nature
us who are looking to their own advan at each other in kodak tage how they make use of their color lighting it vast wealth to increase
is us enjoying it yet further that is when i start to pay hom ternity and fame age to poverty
370 371 ode to poetry writing ode to spring
if i’m not writing einleitung – largo poetry i’m playing chess vivace rezitativ and if i’m not play chor snowdrop ari
ing chess i’m watching e rezitativ e handball on television ranthis terzett und chor re and if i’m not watch zitativ crocus
ing handball on te freuden levision i pretend i’m lied – can you hear the spring e listening to my wife ven though it is more
and if i’m not listen than two hundred years ing to my wife then i am old and it took place far a writing poetry way in vienna?
ode to the folk poets ode to a clock in the night
halfway through my life i don’t know what the i found myself in a dark time is here in the darkness social securi because the clock is
not switched on i for with not a penny to my got to do so and therefore name the only thing
i owned was my hair temporary time a pair of spanish boots and lessness like an astronaut a book of poems
from all the world’s peo en and earth between ples which i then read aloud life and death in a moment’s for my caseworker brief eternity
372 373 ode to rio da janeiro ode to loneliness
hello – have you been my mobile tele to rio de janeiro? – phone is a siemens i have yes i was last year switched it on now just
good – describe the ci phone me my belov ty in four words which you think ed say that you love me I characterise it: need it – send me an
the sugar top the sms please leave a message on the ansa bana cockroaches – phone tell me that you
thank you for parti you simply cannot cipating have a good Sunday do without me or say what all the best – goodbye ever you feel like
ode to simplicity ode to the third day
and then god said: let it then? – it has only ta the earth put forth green shoots and ken forty years so it came to pass and
and so many bro god then mixed himself ken hearts indicated by a whacking great portion of just as many red waldorf salad with the
admiral butter all the trimmings the whole caboodle lots of cel and thirteen funer ery and of whipped
als to produce this the very simplest of odes in the world and god tasted it is that simple it and it was good
374 375 ode to time ode to the tomato
what is a now? – is the best thing i know it now or is it now is is a hard-boiled egg salt pep it a moment or per rye bread and a
is it an eter fresh tomato con nity? – does it have the size sumed in nature for exam of a keyhole or ple on stengade
that of a bloodshot strand where the beech casts eyeball does it last as long its shadows over the heart as a life or on and langeland draws
ly the time of a its long stroke no there’s prelude by robert de vi nothing as danish as a sée when is it now? spanish tomato
ode to the earth ode to the sea-storm
i walk out across what in the world is heartland this early morning a sea-storm? – i mean a storm it is cold i give is a storm and does
a molehill a heart not only rage over y kick – ow dammit – i move a sea – consequently ode all the way from point to the storm which does
a to point b and all of us a power back again which as is com of good from time to time when mon knowledge is the it clears things up in
same length i walk out all our ancient crap when it drowns out all of our the dust can bear me rubbish and nonsense
376 377 ode to the lounge suit ode to melancholy
correct – i chose the strangely enough the dark lightweight lounge suit of i cherry tree has become the talian silk that time symbol for melan
at the funeral choly in my po and bingo death seemed to re etry – this could have to do cognise me alright with the fact there are
because he himself so few remaining was walking around in a cherry plantations in den double-breasted gior mark or conversely
gio armani lounge that misery oc suit and wearing a light-blue curs relatively rarely tie that matched it too in my poetry
ode to silence ode to valparaiso
quiet please it is just as strange ruhe bitte can we have to write poems about a some silence belt up city where one has
can we have just a never set one’s foot bleeding minute’s silence god but that’s the way it is with dammit just so that writing poetry
it will be possi it invents most of ble to hear god coughing shut it and lets imagina your arsehole will you tion rule over the
rest – so why not send falling like the feathers from a greeting to valparai a hen that’s been plucked
378 379 ode to cesar vellejo ode to life
my apologies it is not possi my name is johnsen i can’t ble to think a single in help it it’s not my dividual and
fault my apolo therefore impossi gies that it is not ali ble to think oneself or one’s baba (that would have beloved as a
opened other doors nything else than con in a trice) or césar vel cepts just as thoughts about life lejo for in that are not anything
case this poem else than thoughts while life continues in each indi my apologies vidual person
ode to summer ode to wine
summer music the for the past thirty summer’s scent of carbon four years i have drunk a bottle teen summer’s white wine of wine a day red
the summer’s ice cubes white or green you name it maaaaan if you add that up olincello and that makes approxi
guitar the summer’s mately twelve thousand dwarf elder among the dark bottles give or take a few pine trees where the po so it is hardly
em comes to a halt surprising that the words come to an end and the summer begins to piss the whole time
380 381 ode to olive oil ode to sand
i open the fridge sand is like the se it is cold outside cold in quence of numbers and the po side and cold in the em: one can always
heart today (the day add another grain that dear selma is going of sand a number a word to be buried) i
take out the bottle series when is one of cold-pressed olive oil and then dealing with a pile an empty it over amount a poem? –
the paper i pour we simply do not oil onto the words there i know but we close our eyes and anoint the poem make a decision
ode to barbed wire ode to smell
pink moon caught in barbed anton laurits fre wire over in the lange derik larsen i can still sø woods along the remember your smell
top of the fencing half a century on which i have torn my skin later hardly what you looked on innumera like or your taste nor
ble occasions when am i able to i wanted to get into hear you any more or feel the game shelter now the alabaster
i cut the moon free of the top of your with a bolt cutter so it head but you still smell just like can shine full again a slice of spelt bread
382 383 ode to the naked truth ode to socks
i can hear my wife can one put one’s trust in the shower and i in one’s socks? – i doubt it they ease the door ajar will either run a
so i am able ladder or will dis to see her naked susan play holes that are bigger than na in the bath or craters on the moon
artemis who’s watched on the sly by some peeping one will vanish in the wash tom – ugh how disgust ing machine and the
ing how did it all end? – right one in the spin i’ll either be turned into dryer – no socks are complete a stag or get stoned ly untrustworthy
ode to the coast’s cactus ode to the waterfall
i drive down to the up at the shopping north coast with a cactus i centre in søndersø a have been taking care painting is on dis
of for many years play of a water there i place it decora fall that by some optical tively on an up illusion looks real
turned yawl where it now (as if it is fall ing) if you hurry you can em it is time to manage to acquire
say goodbye i hope this particular that it will get on all right painting for the neat sum of in these foreign parts
384 385 ode to the andes mountains ode to criticism (ii)
in raunkjær’s diction how i have cursed cri ary volume two column ticism and its arro gant patent leather
ty there’s a photo shoes when it has called of the andes mountains – with my work a writing desk drawer a speed marker i with a loudspeaker
colour the sky green conversely though – how the summit snow pink the is poetry to avoid ridges bright red and starting to self-os
blue under the new cillate and choking picture i write: homage to without this hard necessa the cordilleras ry criticism?
ode to the skull ode to the southern cross
whose skull – it is yours i imagine that or yorick’s or one that is i have seen the southern cross from an anatom with my own eyes from
ical institute? – malecón on cu i knock on my own with a ba above the seahorse heads bony hand – hello of the clouds and why
is there anyone not one imagines at home? – behave like a true so many things to oneself – skull like the one indeed what is ul
on a jolly ro timately and pushed ger or a bottle of tecar to its logical conclu bontetrachloride sion not imagining?
386 387 ode to the unsettled day ode to erosion
the sun shines today the undertaker then it rains then the sun shines recommends the urn that has all over again been made of a ma
then all sorts of o terial which e ther things happen then nothing rodes extremely slowly so happens then all sorts that the ashes will
of other things hap successively be pen again then the sun shines come one with the surrounding then it rains then the soil just as the words
sun shines all over will also ulti again – can it be put a mately grow completely in ny clearer than that? comprehensible
ode to the diego of the night ode to the sea space
one of the poets if i write the sea of perdition perhaps con space in this poem and i’m signed to oblivi doing that now ‘the
on where we all end sea space’ then at the up beneath bittersweet night same time i promise to pay shadow and snowdrops a million euro
and a crate of ex the letters that more resem port beer to anyone who can change as much as
they do a collec a single letter tion of poems more an e of ‘the sea space’ i have writ pitaph than gold bronze ten in this poem
388 389 ode to the stars ode to the coast’s flowers
a one-pointed star let a thousand ro is nonsense the mercedes ses blossom – you say – down by star has three points of the coast – i answer –
nickel that of na behind the dikes down by the coast – you continue pentagram on the
stars and stripes the star nurseries i in of david and the seven- sist on saying – or rosa pointed maersk star the rugosa – you sup
emerald of the plement – then a thou pleiades can one imagine sand roses must wither i a two-pointed star? conclude the poem
ode to the the pharmacy ode to the seagull
in former times phar long before the time macies used to have a smell of salts phosphorus sold my grandparents’
royal copenhagen phur something metaphysi seagull service at the law cal something with john yers’ auctions – they were
keats’ letters now the beautiful there hov pharmacy is a place where ering on their blue porce you fetch pills that have lain above the three
ominous-sounding waves on the reverse names for illnesses that are side nailed to memory’s cen not just imagined tre of gravity
390 391 ode to the liver ode to a nighttime washerwoman
i hardly dare write who is it washes this ode to my own liver clothes in the morning? – the large laundries do just that
inside me in its who washes during membranes that are gleaming and the day: cloths and bed-linen? smooth like the blade of my wife does just that
a sword when treated who washes in the with oil can it take anoth evening – their dirty under er couple of glass wear? I do just that
es before i tell who washes clothes it one day it itself will at nighttime? – only a wo become fried liver? man in a poem
ode to the lizard ode to the moon
very few people on a piece of hard ever get to see a liz board i draw a circle with ard’s zigzag lightning a radius of
across the ground be fore it’s gone that fragile that i colour ebony life that is greater black with acrylic
and more beautiful paint then cadmium than death itself perhaps they orange after which i paint it lemon yellow
stump of its tail as the only evidence of er the circle with white that the presence of fear shade known as pierrot
392 393 ode to the sea-moon ode to hands
i now have recourse with my right hand i to my watercolours (the unzip my jeans and pull out best quality from my male member with
windsor and newton) my left hand (the one the moon above the sea de with the simian line and serves them and the most the high lunar mount)
expensive water i then shift my one colour paper imported eyed monster from my left hand from france but when it into my right and...
comes to the crunch i take it easy now – glaze the moon completely blue really easy i’m just go onto the sea’s blue ing to have a pee
ode to the sea-rain ode to don jorge manrique
it’s raining over i’m going around fogsand it’s raining over with a scrap of paper in kattegat it’s rain my pocket that says:
ing over the sea coplas por la muer it’s raining as in certain te de su padre – it’s a passages of bar memorandum to
tok’s piano con remind me that i certos it’s raining behind am to borrow jorge man the mirrors and in rique’s poem col
the poem it’s raining lection from the li on the sea – how delightful brary read it and write an to bathe in the rain ode to the poet
394 395 ode to the hare ode to the potato
one hare concealed it I am a lucky self in the christmas roses potato the man says in to the south a se the commercial spot –
cond in a patch of what is a lucky pota clover to the east a third to? – one that doesn’t get eat right up against the en? hardly it ends
house but the most cun up going rotten ning hare hid itself from the one that is eaten? hardly fox in absolute that’s what happens to
ly nothing outside most potatoes and our windows hid itself in what’s lucky about ending what was wide open up as the squitters?
ode to the smell of firewood smoke ode to my feet
‘forwards’ – i say to in the memory sharper my feet what on earth am i than grated wasa to say to my feet
if i don’t say that the sinuses resulting to them? – ‘forwards’ i repeat all the way to the
no forty years or chemist’s shop in bo gense such a pair of sen other everything sitive feet of clay
is the same as be deserved to be well fore is itself just like the smell protected by dr scholl’s odour control
396 397 ode to paul robeson ode to jean arthur rimbaud
the voice from the wide arthur rimbaud open windows of childhood never became my poet the echo of the i don’t owe him a
backyards in the bright nything have nothing days of spring giro four hun outstanding haven’t borrowed dred and fucking stars and purple from
thirteen going at his arsenal my full blast the deep bass voice and relation to him is com soundtrack through inner pletely pure and ob
vesterbro all the jective almost in way over from ameri nocent – that’s why i see his ca: ol’ man river greatness so clearly
ode to the rose ode to the secret love
it is high time to paradox upon bring the paper roses out paradox mysteries of into the light of salt and roses how
day from their anon is one to write a ymity on boxes of cho bout one’s secret love without colate and in the betraying it? – per
glossy pages of haps the secret lies diverse garden magazines precisely in what is ob they too deserve all vious? here then are
due praise and roses the seven words of for their contribution which my poem as i promised has hereby been done you in broad daylight
398 399 ode to the sun ode to typography
the sun is shining when this poem col day and night is working un lection (that includes this po ceasingly is scorch em) is one day to
ing every self-im be printed i hope portance and every sorrow it will either be with the it shows us the world straightforward basker
as it is neither ville font or with the more nor less and it lights up golden palatino – you swindle and humbug who are reading the
poem now know which whole crap no one under the of my wishes has ulti sun can hide himself
ode to solidarity ode to corn
if you write a po corn – half the popu em about kosova and lation of the world lives from i one about kur that word is fed by
distan or x writes that word both because about sarajevo and humanity lives from bread y tibet and z and not from bread a
afghanistan (per lone two billion a haps in a writing break with nimals live from corn without the left hand) then it being able to
ends up with all the pronounce the word ‘corn’ small words being inscribed in which is why i say the word a larger poem corn on their behalf
400 401 ode to walt whitman ode to the month of august
walt whitman old the poems i write poofter with stardust on the are neither reality blue drill of his shoul nor poetry what
ders i have not in the hell are they then? vestigated if you were gay because i could possibility
not care less – there is just like the month of nothing perverse between two august which is also dark people that love each er than one would sus
other it is the pect darker than in absence of love that promotes sleep even though the sun’s in that which is evil the sign of leo
ode to bees ode to the bricklayer
i’m a bonapar the bricklayer from tist sovereignty is not særslev says: that is the lar a subject for dis
cussion – on the oth ever laid – i an er hand i am unable swer him by laying the tiles to accept demo down in the po
cratic absolu tism and am therefore not res of terracotta a a bonapartist –
what that has to do one letter after with bees is something you must work out for yourself potsherds of the dead
402 403 ode to the albatross ode to the sea’s algae
i have published just most people think that one single book at the al the more one is alone the batross publishing more one is oneself
as for example was inevitable no in the forest (waldeinsam one read my book and keit) or on the sea
bed (öd und leer das went down the drain (but the cap meer) one is only oneself tain’s still alive) what in relation to
do i want to say god and one is so with that? nothing except that both among human beings which i am saying and the sea’s algae
ode to a dead carob tree ode to the wallflower
i think that the baker y’s name was ambassadeur or stock – is that the one that (how strange) and i think smells so strongly of
that it sold carob urine – i wonder bread that had a taste like that what it tastes like – is it at which coca cola all its colour of
has nowadays but dirty yellow and i am absolutely sure of rose pink that i consid that i’m unable er – that is what it
to tell you what the feels like but is it fruit of a dead carob tree actually tastes like all we’re dealing with?
404 405 ode to the myrrh tree ode to the fishing cutter
in a roundabout the rear mirror and way (encyclopedias railing of which were smashed by and garden books) i a hawser in an
arrived at the myrrh attempt to tow ms tree and saw that it was that embla (on which ship i was woman who had giv an ordinary
en birth to adon seaman) to karlskro is i wonder if it grows na for the salvage money in denmark in a because we had been
botanical gar rammed by a russian den perhaps if not we’ll hard submarine once in the pre ly get any spring vious century
ode to the tuna fish ode to the bicycle
tuna in oil tun language cheats – we know a in tomato and in this perfectly well it dis coconut milk and
tuna in chilli duces invents things and in pineapple and tu and problems that do not ex na in curry sauce ist we know this per
fectly well but just and best of all: tuna in forget it from time to time – salt water in the bicycle – i then
sound before nineteen say to remind my sixty and in the atlan self – bicycle – then i have tic four metres long hardly said too much
406 407 ode to the woods ode to the diver
this is the sort of on a photograph on the thing we read in german les back of a book that sons what was it the
is called the woods which diver brought up to is a translation of the the surface from the depths down skovene there? – a beaker or
of a book that i a goblet i think wrote a long time ago as it was and what have i my a fairytale that self brought up to the
is completely dif page from the great depths ferent from the place in which of the words – you are reading the answer right now
ode to the ship in a bottle ode to a different cactus
the late dan turèll from the one that stands once said when the subject of on an upturned yawl at fo conversation fell gense sand (see else
on j p jacobsen where in the collec that his poems were like bot tion) a cactus that is on tle peter’s small ships its winter holi
inside their bottles – day out in the gar i can perhaps add here as age along with a bego a post mortem that nia and fuchs
his own poems look ia before they’re to like real three-masted schooners go out onto reali out on the high seas ty’s naked terrace
408 409 ode to saint diego street ode to the lorry
i allow this street i have often dreamt to represent all of the of sitting in such a sca streets that i did not nia vabis of
walk down along all sounding the horn of of the possibilities placing all my poems be that i did not re hind me and saying:
alise all of the rubberduck calling dreams that are lying there just crazy horse on the mobile waiting for rea but perhaps in that
lity all of the case i would rather streets that i’ve only seen on just be sitting at home and yahoo travel maps writing this poem
ode to the highway ode to the tea caddy
the highway on the there was seldom a other hand i can just go ny tea in the old tea cad out onto when i dies but instead there
feel like it right out were small coins post side the door – reali age stamps and old recipes ty that always de
into any locks of that possibility any longer – they have now which perished – i can’t been replaced by tea
on the other hand packets with twenty go out onto rugård high tea bags in each one – so that way at the same time has solved that problem
410 411 ode to a lorryload of wood ode to the plum
my father died in plums roll down into a silver grey toyota the abyss of time and dis while overtaking appear that no one
a lorryload of is capable of wood – the timbers suddenly stopping not even god him slid sideways down from self – th atit is so
tragic is since plums ing the car in which my fath are particularly jui er and dog both were cy and taste extra
death sometimes comes in good it’s a conso what is the most extraor dinary of ways them again some time
ode to the abandoned house ode to the colour green
every twenty third many poems and of december we have for ballads have been written to almost twenty years the colour blue not
spent in the empty to mention the col gamekeeper’s house over in our red – the psychologists stingsted wood during have also been out
the crown of winter – and about when it i can’t tell you why it is comes to white and black and to probably simply catholicism
a habit that it but i say: the one is hard to get rid of like who chooses the colour green christmas eve itself is in love with life
412 413 ode to the spoon ode to the sperm whale
what is it about ten years ago six that spoon now i bleeding well teen sperm whales stranded on the want to know it is west beach of rømø
there some professor island where they died of literature or oth from stress in the course of a er or is there some day and night they
perfectly ordi immediately ap nary reader who can ex peared on the front pages and plain to me why it TV news the whales steered
is i continue directly into to be so interested in the encyclopedias’ my baptismal spoon? immortality
ode to the first day of the year ode to old age
no one can conceive at my age the phe the beginning of the u nomenon occurs that the niverse or that of future from a sta
tistical point of because the thought can neith view is now shorter than the er think itself away past even though neith
or include it i er period ex have no idea why science ists as anything else but the present and seen
of nonsense let us in that light the prob celebrate new year instead lem diminishes into each and every year a hypothesis
414 415 ode to the former station building ode to a few yellow flowers
closed down in farstrup we are not dealing a long time ago as a here with roses or with tu station and sold to lips this time and de
a vet i think it was now without any tracks crocus and eranthis or to and from real with dandelions that
ity in and out are going to be of dreams without any sig used for snaps but instead with nals and platform on
planted in cyber disintegrating approach space one time at the address ramps of memory www.daffodil.com
ode to a star ode to flowers
of all the possi bilities i choose aakjær’s not to create any un may-night star over necessary fuss of
his childhood hills for myself by which i that one i remember clear mean to simply get on with est among the ma my work no matter
ny millions of stars what to get the fuck when we sang it in radi ance down in sorø ers i learnt not to
where it still now crack create any fuss les with electrolysis of myself since i’ve alrea on walpurgis night dy been created
416 417 ode to the cock ode to the floral decoration
every morning we is there any truth take a very early run and reach a small house tion the history
in the wood where a of which is so short cock immediately starts that it does not have a his to crow although it tory – gerbera
is still pitch-black and rosebud and greener now we are afraid that it y gathered for a moment will soon end up as in clay and oas
we’re wakening its owner al decoration that’s at this early hour beyond lies and truth
ode to the globe ode to stamps
i have bought a globe sent from place a to that has a light inside it place b from you to me in at the supermar phthalocyanin
ket – if it is to and in other clear going to be an exact colours with perforations model of the globe and postmarks from one
there must be a lit- place to another up globe on it somewhere and place with something i don’t know so on and so forth to that which i do
blocks of four that are aha – that old problem in made up of secrets and de a new disguise clarations of love
418 419 ode to the lemon ode to the sea’s light
it is indeed a the sea’s light has in actors who performed nature can contain
in the resistance darkness within it – movement during the second even though it cannot con world war but that it
but full of salt and ers with real sten guns that li violets it is lit ev ery morning again
formers and that ac in atlantic mir tually died a real death such as haagen schmith tions over the world
ode to light ode to the apple
light cannot of course apples want to be conceal itself in darkness eaten they have no other (just look for exam
ple at how magnes than to be eaten all these nature morte to darkness an e paintings with tasteful arrange
ven greater darkness ments of apples in than before) only in what’s bowls that are made of ruby completely clear in glass are and remain:
itself can light hold a load of cock-teas its own can light hold onto ing – apples want to be eat what is its secret en and become shit
420 421 ode to the butterfly ode to a dead millionaire
on the contrary i have may god strike i do not want any more me dead become a million to be tattooed with aire at a late age
and without wanting my left shoulder before i to for unfathomable die not with an au
rora or with an nocently i’m sor admiral which otherwise ry about it and this ode is my imago – is therefore not ad
the metamorpho dressed to me person sis will take place in spite of ally as can also be this to perfection seen from the title
ode to the migration of birds ode to the stag
does it tug at the of course a stag is to be standing by a wood urations of birds land lake (also in
various paintings) over heartland triangles where on earth should it other wedges parallel wise be standing – on
ograms illumi the motorway or nated by the sunset does on the tip of a red tri it tug at the heart angle? – no the stag
strings for other reas must of course be mir ons than longing and impulse roring itself in the wood than when you were young? land lake’s sunken gold
422 423 ode to the orange ode to a wave
in a way it’s com hanging at the very top pletely unnatural to of the poem still pay homage to a
the second orange wave with an ode to a woodcut of a wave that will never reach the
the third orange is shore at mount fuji a spanish one and freshly to a wave that will for ev sprayed with pesticides er stand carved in your
the last orange is gaze as ivory – roundly rolling around here just as unnatural as in the last stanza art happens to be
ode to the clouds ode to autumn
what did i call the i pour out a glass clouds the last time i wrote them of warm saké and allow across the paper it to stand until
sky – herds of bison full-rigged ships towers of shav then i pour it back into ing foam the frozen the bottle and screw
breath of god? – shall we the top back on – what not simply make do with in all the world has that got to do with autumn?
fathomableness i don’t know perhaps it’s just the fact that it is and their great beauty autumn – you tell me
424 425 ode to the panther ode to the stone
rilke and the panth anyone who’s read er blake and the tiger how my poems will know that stones clever the poet are very close to
new exercises – who my heart i have sowed wrote about the lion and who my words on stones and built about the ele their house upon sand
phant – old homework from and absolutely the writing school i myself nothing whatever here is wrote about the cat
and dachshund and now about the panther in its (whichever) that’s fallen like circle of powder
ode to worry ode to the old poet
it worries me that variations on i have now started to pray a theme of my own taken to god in german from the eighty sixth
it worries me that hexagram: ‘who’s sit the guantánamo camp is ting by the shelter a mouse still in existence clutched in his hand?’ – an
it worries me that old poet is the one doing it who’s mailing to get a boner this message to a
the mere fact that time disbelieving world: just happens to be passing www.many_small_ words_become_ at all worries me a_bigger_poem.dk
426 427 ode to the violet ode to salt
one would actual i cannot remem ly think that violets sym ber what it means to strew salt bolised life but that on a bird’s tail but
does not happen to just to be on the be the case on the contra ry they are connect of coarse kitchen salt
ed with death in a over my left should secret spiritual af er without turning round and only hope that the
are both greener and salt from my mother’s more than anything else are house has retained every bit closer to the earth of its potency
ode to irrigating the fields ode to the saw
here in denmark on in my time at school funen land register no. my woodwork teacher threw a one venteløkke saw at me since when
irrigation is i have had a dis not with water but the pur tinctly strained relationship est alchemy of to saws although i
slurry which transforms fully realise death into life’s second green their poetry – just listen: ness – now my neighbour’s the handsaw of win
driving out with his ter fretsaw of spring tanker and hoses goddammit compass saw of summer and how it reeks of gold hacksaw of autumn
428 429 ode to the future ode to the waltz over the waves
i’ve already written the waltz over the how to set about it: read waves’ needlepoint lace of foam the next verse and the their slight and great move
next verse and then con ments over the death tinue page by page and go mask of the ocean bed the on doing this read waltz of the waves which
the book until it’s means nothing whatso ever but which dissolves and the beginning the repeats itself time
future is found e and time again like verywhere in that book which you a never-ending mantra are reading right now across the waters
ode to the storm above córdoba ode to the happy journey
to start with i have i’m talking about never been in córdoba travelling on the spot where and secondly i the movement strangely
haven’t the faintest enough is greatest idea about córdoba at its own centre i’m talk and thirdly the storm ing about the long
took place in matan est journey of all zas and fourthly i just a depth of more than seven couldn’t care less a ty thousand fathoms
bout córdoba – end i am talking a of córdoba end of thun bout repetition’s happy der end of poem journey on the spot
430 431 ode to the house of odes ode to celery
and my publisher which is shy and a who said these immortal words ristocratic and smells of to me when i start silver amalgam
ed to grumble a it comes from murci bout the state of things in gen a (in this particular eral: a bloody case at least) and is
poet like yourself low in carbohy moon about bestsell in waldorf salads
er writers that hap and has therefore had pen to pay for the publi the leading role in a num cation of your books
ode to the elements ode to europe
europe your twelve stars day down in the water which will not help you in the least had been muddied with entrophy is spread
earth and clay beneath ing from one country to the next country like a
of the elements anthrax you’re also or more precisely: we saw producing losers en masse two salamanders in the third world don’t
engaged in a ma be a winner all ting game down by the pond in the time don’t be a cast vædehule wood le of victory
432 433 ode to the universe ode to lobster soup
if this ode was a we’re eating a lot description of the uni verse it would of course every day perhaps
not be able it that’s the reason why self to be included in my eyes this morning look as the same universe if they had been ly
(where would it be in ing in lobster soup that case?) fortunately we all night long for we did in are only dealing fact eat lobster soup
with an ode of hom manufactured by age so the problem is more royal greenland for our dinner yesterday evening
ode to doves ode to a mussel shell on the water
doves follow me e great naval battles verywhere even in dreams tur were fought around isseho tledoves ring and wood
pigeons collared tur the previous cen me cooing kicking bottom of the sea
up a din shitting and disappeared with on my head i can’t do a out trace armadas of mus thing about it but sel shells led to vic
am a little bit tories of myself proud is it that holy spi or to defeats no one can rit business perhaps? recall any more
434 435 ode to the beetroot ode to polyester
if i say beet-root i saw polyes what do you answer you an swer bee-troot and i
repeat the colour proper dressed like of beet-root and you maintain leviathan it stood in the colour of bee- its ark and ruled the
troot (is that perhaps world and when i read what they call dialectic aloud to it from the book materialis of psalms it divid
m?) i say beet-root ed itself into and you say bee-troot – let’s call dacron terylene teto on and trevira
ode to lack of clarity ode to the publishing firm
just think if every nuancer only issued just think if every very few books it
thing was bent in ne had no address and on how dull with all that blink no money paid the printer ing in the lakes’ mir a bottle of whisk
ror just think if po y the publisher etry was pure and transpar was a friend of mine who was only seventeen
or just think if sec it was the world’s best recy and muzziness did publisher because that’s where n’t exist how dull i had my debut
436 437 ode to j m ode to entropy
you phoned me after or more precisely: all these years and asked me if to neg-entrophy that spreads perhaps we should meet out or that once used
but i could hear from to spread out in my your voice that everything was as it had always ally as a vi
been that absolute rus that was to count ly nothing had changed and that eract every form of pa therefore neither had tina a red lead
the reason for us against rust and path os and every kind of nor ever that had been dic intensity
ode to a happy night ode to expectation
of a thousand and once in the previ one nights why not take this par ous century a paid a ticular walpur visit to a col
gis night where the vi league on expecta olets are gleaming with salt tion avenue who had a and electroly blackboard standing in
sis and the clouds are his study – before lovelier than in a pic leaving i wrote on it in ture by prince eugene
why on earth not take i wonder if that such a night and turn it to is the formula for all account for one day our expectations?
438 439 ode to corruption ode to the yellow flower
take a seat in your that roars at the sun like a lion bloodyhell ver car you now hap how lovely it is
pen to drive) and drive self-evident like to the little belt bridge drive haydn’s symphonies oh across it and turn how lovely it is
to the left along more commonplace than the E45 till you reach chris reality itself oh tiansfeld get out how lovely it is
at god’s acre cem more yellow than blue etery and read aloud: bloodyhell how lovely it sown in corruption is god’s dandelion
ode to leaf-fall ode to ash
which tree wilts most beau i remember the tifully or most spectac ularly – is it melancholy – how
they reeked but with a cosy smell at any rate the lit paper lamps in retrospect – the
of the sycamore it could also be the close si milarity be silvery than the
tween the staghorn su sandy beach that one mac and the amazon par rot – what do you think? ly look like my own
440 441 ode to guantánamo ode to the mad person
i believe i have which actually seen the base of guantána means: all the poets in the mo without knowing world who desperate
it or without be ly or frenziedly ing aware of the fact that attempt to keep themselves out i was seeing it of the lunatic
that time i was on asylums and the cuba in the seventies mental hospitals which for i can recall the the very same rea
course of events but son are sometimes re only remember santi ferred to as sky-blue in cer ago’s vanadium tain lands further south
ode to needles ode to peace of mind
although i have nev i can’t remember er sewn so much as a but what i am to remember ton onto a shirt and i’ve forgotten
i nevertheless what i am to for pay homage to the needle get i can’t remember what because i have used i am to forget
it for so many and i’ve forgotten other purposes e.g. what i am to remember to extract a splint for just a brief mo
er from my thumb or to clean the holes in the head in a state of utter now of my bathroom shower ness and peace of mind
442 443 ode to frost ode to snow
that congealed all of think of the snowfall sorø lake into a black of childhood inside the glass marble surface that dome when you shook it
we carved mysteri think of the plaster ous hieroglyphs into with our skates what was it
i wonder that stood there what was it that we wrote would swirl around inside your down in our subcon brain think everything
scious is this poem else right out of your some sort of decoding of mind also this poem then that secret message? let just the snow fall
ode to stalingrad ode to dust
i have always ha i pick up a hand ted such designations as: ful of dust – what in the world the earth’s greatet po does it consist of?
et or: mrs bo a handful from the dil ipsen and: denmark’s best other side of the road has painter – but now i
make an exception: composition – earth the world’s best painting hangs clay dust – transitoriness at silkeborg art dust seems to me to
museum has been be much longer last painted by jorn and has the ing than so much else pile of title: stalingrad dust grain of dust dust
444 445 ode to music-listening ode to day
what appeals to me the day per se the so much about haydn’s mus day an sich the day as such ic is you get what every day the ev
you hear – man bekommt eryday if you like was man hört – the same applies although every day in a to poetry i certain sense is a
sincerely hope – you d-day on which the get what you read for if the decisions are taken great words meant something else and small good and bad
than precisely what just as they are now is there on the page why not when i decide that the po write that something else? em is to end here
ode to morning prayers ode to fractals
in all my teenage in the old days (in years king frederik the sixth other words when i was young) used to stare down at fractals belonged to
me from the walls of a class of curves that the great hall at sorø a were regarded as patha cademy during logical whereas
morning prayers each day nowadays now that he saw me preparing my computers have carried out further calcula
ting there half-asleep tions they’re assigned to instead of singing hurrah beauty itself (just look at for our danish king julia set: sphinx)
446 447 ode to the equinox ode to rape
my friend and i wrote what is bluer than a joint poetry collec the sky above rape that is
it was full of moons greener than the woods reeds gauloises and circle-brand er what is blacker
to solve problems that than the soil beneath did not exist and it con cluded as follows: is yellower than
it is neither wood pecker machine gun nor a the month of may? – the rape now haiku it is now
ode to the pheasant ode to the pair of ducks
that circles round in real ducks do not have the garden as if on rails such names as donald duck or mechanically anders and real ducks
in its own patterns will certainly shit perhaps more as in a shoot from a great height on both carl ing booth brilliantly barks and walt disney
coloured with alche real ducks are abso my like a chinese kiosk lutely alive and kicking or a summerhouse and are killed with shot
but make no mistake: the pheasant is both a cou end up on the dinner ta rageous and wise bird ble when it’s autumn
448 449 ode to what lies ahead ode to poetics
the seconds pass and which i have always take me with them that is what believed should be contained in the future feels like the poems themselves
as if i have no that makes the work whole and does ever while what lies not separate it
ahead brings time to into various me because i too have had books does not split apart the heart and reason
pie i myself have but gathers the pa devised a plan of and formed radox of the poem in the time horizon a spread peacock’s wing
ode to riches ode to may
wherever the green (in accordance with and with month of may happens to be the consent of my it doesn’t help since
beloved) my en death’s gaze is precise tire fortune (properties ly green and it stared then and car and securi looked at me from an
ties) to the danish state which has always provi ter when my friend suddenly ded me with support died in the greenness
and has helped me e despite the fact his conomically though not eyes were even browner than always morally chocolate buttons
450 451 ode to a clock in the day ode to fellowship
what is it that’s beep i share a common ing? – it sounds like an elec table and a common bed tronic clock but which with my wife i share
one and why? – it is my poems with my not the alarm clock and it audiences here at home is not the comput abroad and on the
er clock either it internet i share is not the travelling clock a strange language with my cat or the baking o and with the birds i
ven clock – suddenly share life with every the sound stops again – well that’s living creature on this earth a very strange thing and also with death
ode to søndersø ode to the third night
i log onto søn and there was evening dersø’s website – good grief on the third day and god called does a town really the darkness night and
want to be present he went out into ed in that way: with photos the kitchen and mixed the world’s of a wheelie on
the homepage – just click drank it with great re here for further informa lish and thereupon he lay tion about the scheme himself down to rest
at the following on his divan and address: kommunen (the @ at once fell asleep and god sign) søndersøkom.dk dreamt that all was good
452 453 ode to space ode to chives
i might just as well when chives start to come be perfectly frank from the purple heart of outset and make the the chives) it is time
following statement: for smoked herrings and ode to outer space which ex for the other rituals pands with a velo of summer (new ones
lcity that corres each year) dylan and ponds precisely to the vel new morning bare legs and shorts ocity with which long walks along the
the mode of percep tion expands within human that are now a mass of vi consciousness – what else?
ode to the planets ode to woodland solitude
to mars in libra i take a map of to venus in the second stingsted wood with me across house and then to mer to stingsted wood and
cury that governs reason after which comes ju cality on the map where piter’s trigons and i’m actually
saturn that slows down standing in real time while uranus actual ity the place that is marked ly shortcircuits space on the map is called
and neptune or plu kohave – at that to which wink from the very intersection there’s perfect top of the world tree woodland solitude
454 455 ode to the reader ode to desire
to my reader here the apple trees are blos in denmark and abroad: print soming at present right out this poem in green side my window they
latex or in rub look like desire it ber on an orange-coloured self a hundred candles all T-shirt and walk a ablaze wavetops of
round with it on at salt cockatoos on your place of work no matter a string if it is a folk ton tampons of cot
high school or a beer ton wool i had such depot try sleeping with it a sudden desire to com on as well – thank you pose an ode to them
ode to sound ode to the solstice
i heard the sound when i am sorry to inside my mother’s stomach come with this message: the sum or to be more pre mer solstice foundered
cise i’ve been told i this year and sank at heard the triumph march from verdi’s the northernmost jetty in opera aida bogense harbour and
at the danish roy not only that it al theatre sixty se was also bloody cold i’m ven years ago nev sorry about that
ertheless in my on behalf of drach opinion that particu mann and what will shu-bi-du lar opera stinks a sing about now?
456 457 ode to death ode to petrol
imagine you see forty years ago me standing at assistens cemetery on esso and british
a late afternoon petroleum and in september at the grave introduced their stamps as a of michael strunge refrain in my po
in the process of ems nowadays i reading out this poem with use metax ok or shell the aid of a toy depending on the
megaphone this po current day’s price so em the refrain of which is: you could say that something has death’s not a poem changed over the years
ode to coca-cola ode to gravel
the last time i drank with my right index a coca-cola was in a bar near the om the cat’s gravel have
onia square in i then gone beyond athens it had been mixed with the old schism between the rum into a cu word and the object? –
ba libre and i not at all now this drank so many that i had is no longer a matter a blackout since when of gravel but of
i’ve touched neither co cat’s gravel in which ca-cola nor bacardi there stands gravel that’s a quite rum for that matter
458 459 ode to the secret ode to my shoes
there is no secret at star sko in bel in behind the secret the linge i bought a pair of small secrets lie on black lloyd shoes with red
the bed of the soul heel stripes that were made where they rot and decay the of rubber in bellinge large secrets on the i bought the galosh
es of fortune – it the heart with cinnobar the takes almost a life to wish greatest secret of oneself to the place
the lot is that there where one already there’s absolutely no sec is to buy that which i in ret whatsoever fact already owned
ode to the hortensia ode to the rainbow
i am planning a at a concert in hortensia garden like the stadium called idræts that at lykkesholm parken (back then) bob
castle this poem dylan and carlos is a mental blueprint of santana played beneath two paving stones and urns gigantic rainbows
that will contain al one would have thought that good fortune was divided be blue and not pink – equally – but no
visit me in a that day carlos san couple of years and see its tana made utter mincemeat realisation out of bob dylan
460 461 ode to himmelbjerget ode to research
go to silkeborg most of research has to do with causes and ef falcon’ (not the one fects but not with the
primary cause which ver’) with your beloved eat of course is a freely act prawns and drink white wine ing cause – i have no
while sailing up the idea what re gudenå river gaze at search can make out of that par himmelbjerget mir ticular fact – it
rored in julsø lake would seem to me that kiss your beloved it’s ea in that respect it has a sy to be happy serious problem
ode to the brain ode to the pleiades
the brain looks like a for every letter in my collected works there mushroom cloud it weighs are millions of stars
more than a kilo but the pleiades are and it contains all your thoughts that constellation which i except for the ve have looked at most fre
ry last thought because quently on lonely thought is unable to in winter nights and which i am include or exclude now hearing for the
itself and una ing performed by les percus encephalogram sions de strasbourg
462 463 ode to the intellect ode to growth
whatever became everything grows ap of the poem in all these parently the number of speculations all words from day to day
these poems in the the universe ex poems in the poems in pands velocity increa an ever deeper ses the seconds ac
cumulate – it would ever deeper perdition appear that only death is of words in words in pulling in the op
words what became of posite direction the poem itself in this even though the number of lorenz attractor? the dead increases
ode to the man of the day ode to dry land
hitman shoots spider in this instance land man with an x-ray pistol register no. one in spiderman shoots super venteløkke which
man with a laser is now called heartland cannon superman kills bat and which cost precisely the man who just mana same as the actu
ges to do away al surveying of with pacman who polishes the small red and white
posts that delimit game machine the computer the extent of my private and the poem now table d’émeraude
464 465 ode to the galaxies ode to the flowers of the meadow
i do not even see the galaxies at night only in the i ter another poem
magination and after stalk after fantasy or in the ra poem where’s it all leading? – diant photographs nowhere it is not
of the stellar at moving from the spot las where they gleam like butter pen to be going
ses and sea ane anywhere else than mones in the enormous there where it has its root and archipelago the poem its word
ode to the supermarket ode to the cod
where in some way or the funen region other i always manage al dish boiled cod with the trim to grow calm among mings is a deli
the frozen food count cacy just listen: capers chopped onion and egg cial lighting perhaps diced beetroot smoked streak
since everyone here y bacon and grat becomes each and everyone ed horseradish new pota or one and all and toes and mustard sauce
the motto other the cod is to be wise is: a day without shop treated decently for it ping’s a wasted day gives its life for us
466 467 ode to my excrement ode to the elephant
i shall avoid go i can’t remember ing into details or seal from my nose to my mouth but ling my excrement the elephants in
in tins but if it givskud safari hadn’t been for it what would park i remember as well then have become of as those in kipling’s
me? – i would either jungle book so may have ended up exploding be there’s some truth in that or i would have been talk about ele
obliged to stop eat phants’ memories may ing altogether – it is be it is so strong one can as simple as that never forget them
ode to gillette ode to postmen
it is actually funny to empty a brand did a postal round in char new spray canister lottenlund whose dis
of shaving foam in tricts smell of lilac to the handbasin at one i know all the short cuts through the attics and the
with arctic mountains hedges i know which you should try it at least once letters and magazines can wait in your life though you’re or be discreetly
in your mid-sixties dumped respectively – and a bank manager – it so just phone me if you are costs just 25 kroner to be a postman
468 469 ode to reality ode to repetition
strictly speaking it west wind i say to the west wind and say it a ing up every day gain several more
and saying good morn times after each oth ing my beloved every er but what possible help single day over can it have to re
and over again peat a word the re from repeating one’s life (the petition is of real consciousness raised to ity (the imma
the square of itself) nence repeated trans strictly speaking it is no cendentally) repeti tion is that of life
ode to fantasy ode to fingers
go outside on a i point out to the clear moonlit night and observe birds in the garden with my the moon’s disc notice
mare imbrium’s the cat looks at my mark of cain and the length of the copernicus pointing at the birds
crater fencing scar in the garden with or mare nubium’s sponge continues to look
yourself) isn’t it great with all that fantasy to no good at all? ly got the message
470 471 ode to nobody ode to muteness
my beloved has it would give me ex travelled to jutland all my ceedingly great pleasure if family have de it was possible
parted this life my to get a signer friends are scattered to the four to express this ode in sign winds relations and language or even
acquaintances re better to have a main silent and out on he mime ensemble dressed entire debovej i meet ly in white (or with
nobody – therefore out clothes on) as a i am dedicating this ode to nobody formance to muteness
ode to the cows ode to vanilla
i have always had a secret dream of eating ago there was a sudden breakfast together strong smell of vanil
with the cows and now la in lejre (i we’re doing just that unfold mentioned this in a poem ing the car table from back then) i don’t
know why – for the tør where the cows are literal ly shitting on us there – who can help me
splatch munch splatch munch splatch to unravel the it’s the shit that will put the great mystery of the va meal on the table nilla in lejre?
472 473 ode to kims a/s ode to nothingness
american grill nothingness can neith crisps are as is known wave-shaped er be imagined nor thought – if it were able
perfectly in the to be it would be grooves of the palate like sea something and not nothing does weed on the sea bed nothingness exist? –
samsøgård crisps on if it did it would the other hand lie nicely once more be something and not on the tongue like stones nothing – therefore one
but don’t taste better can conclude that noth for that reason (a bit salt ingness does not exist and it ier – down the hatch is just nothingness
ode to the spotted woodpecker ode to keith richards
when i think of keith i write so as to move on richards i feel happy his as it were poems guitar playing is
are a bit like wood peckers in the early sum i don’t wish to comment more mer i feed them and closely on his sing
bury the ones that ing or cocaine or his fall out of a palm tree pane the rest must man what i feel is this:
age on their own which jeez what stamina is why i also end the what powers of resistance against all odds – wow
474 475 ode to the columbine ode to unhappy love
i phone de danske which has now been moved spritfabrikker in order from søndermark cemeter
become of the co three hundred and two lumbine snaps the sweet and gold to the same cemetery’s en aroma of section one no twelve
my youth – i’ve never hundred and ninety ever heard of that one – i eight and laid to rest on the hear a voice say in twenty-ninth of march
a strong aalborg ac cent ah ah oblivion’s after some twenty three years taste of bitterness in eternity
ode to paul verlaine ode to the danish trotting derby
i have only read i get my wife to one single poem by paul take a photograph of me verlaine and it was by the magnoli
a bad one i could a just as i have n’t remedy matters by taken photographs of her reading further in so many times in
obscure antholo another poe gies in leather bindings with try collection – one two three – gilt edges but pre the photo’s taken
fer instead to com now i look a bit pose this ode to him by way like last year’s derby winner: of consolation ‘I am a photo’
476 477 ode to egoism ode to pablo neruda
the one piece of ru who wrote ameri binstein cake is consider ably larger than
the other i do pulously and mag a few calculations and then invite my friend of poems that smould
er like a lava ing in this case the para doxical law of nent continuing
good manners he takes like rings that go on without blushing the larger spreading in the blood and that piece – well i’ll be damned reach the furthest heart
ode to the alphabet ode to july
according to phai why is july so don’s the twentieth centu yellow between green woods why ry artbook a is isn’t it sky-blue
brown b almost tur when the sky happens quoise c corn-blue e olive- to be blue or white like the green h midnight blue shaving foam of the
n grey and o o clouds? – july is yel range-coloured r old rose while low because a lance armstrong c is a lemon- an indurain and
yellow i don’t real perhaps a basso ly know what my opinion is on that subject screens throughout the world
478 479 ode to the gardener ode to ‘the waiting hawthorn’
shall i replant the which is said to be elder tree? – the gardener several hundred years old looks at me in dis and is now support
belief it’s nothing ed by a rusty but a weed – so as to a pipe close to rugård castle void folkloristic perhaps it is a
explanations i plague hawthorn or al say that the tree origi so a tree by which one used nally comes from my to wait for something
parents’ garden – now or other to pay he really thinks that i’m nuts – the price of life (turnpike mo and maybe i am ney) for example
ode to the jay ode to seaweed
the two jays that are shake a portion of making a right mess of my instant miso soup made by feeding place i call asaje impor
laurel and hardy ted from japan in although they’re not particu to a litre of boiling larly funny and water and mix well
not nearly as shy watch the large rectang as it says in books on birds ular pieces of seaweed but are admitted become quite sea-green
ly beautiful – you everyone knows sea weed’s beautiful – few that soup out at rungstedlund from it yet more so
480 481 ode to the primrose ode to the dolphin
michael strunge loved dolphins – i don’t know whether are being replaced he ever saw a live
all the time to say dolphin or whether the same thing (primula for he just had related in primrose) stand so strange
ly empty and il on television legible as the writing but he succeeded in convinc on a doctor’s pre ing me of the ex
scription – then the po cellence of dolphins em saves me when irreal despite the fact that i too ity is greatest had never seen one
ode to syringa reflexa ode to uss intrepid
it’s true enough – sy on the bridge of which i have stood together with newly washed linen my beloved and
and the poem in eaten ice cream in sists on reality un new york harbour while i i like language that’s self- magined the dives of
the kamikaze mostly to its own vowels planes in imagined mirrors it’s true enough – sy and smoke columns that
raised their slender spi gleams with watercolours from rals from the sea battles of faber and castell
482 483 ode to the beaches ode to a third cactus
i draw a line in which does not stand on the sand at fogense point an upturned yawl at fogen from one mussel shell se sand (see elsewhere
to another one – in this collection) on the one side seaweed reigns nor does it stand in the ga supreme while on the rage along with a
other lyme grass does begonia (see and never the twain shall meet somewhere else again in the i draw a corres collection) but stands
ponding line of words out in the sun’s burn in the poem and it says ing arena as agreed here and no further with me beforehand
ode to luck ode to roads
(or ode to the bot my poems are get tle in the ship) i do not ting increasingly simple remember in which perhaps because life
port we were lying has become simpler only that i had concealed there is no longer any a extra packet more to understand
of lucky strike in it’s straightforward just my left rubber boot when the follow the road that’s going to end some place or
suddenly gave the other just as it right one a well-aimed kick – that’s began some other place – it’s what i call luck – maaan really dead simple
484 485 ode to short cuts ode to the wastepaper basket
there are no slip throughs read the title of (as there are in the ozone the poem one more time and layer) no short cuts unless you happen
(as there are in sting to feel that we are sted wood) there is no other dealing with a homage to way of being in a woven basket
one’s body reason inlaid with tea ro is unable to escape ses and pieces of light-green from its paradox wallpaper you know
belief is una exactly what you ble to escape from its cross are to do with the poem it is that simple after reading it
ode to the coffee machine ode to the home video
small scenario: snores aloud as if it had i record you with a vi bad dreams at other deo camera
times it has to be while you record me and a third person records tion at times a shake us who are in the
of vinegar is process of record enough then it’s back in action ing each other while a fourth
the three of us who i write poems about it it is that simple ing each other etc.
486 487 ode to the pear ode to the knife
the pear isn’t a i hereby confess fraid of anything at all that i am the lucky own not even of it er of an illeg
self or god when the time has come it is picked or a blade that is seven cen it lets go of its timetres long (stain
hold and falls to the less steel) i can men ground without a murmur with tion this without a qualm be out uttering a cause it is in a
single word (not e poem and is there pyrus comunis word of this is true
ode to the colour grey ode to the last day of the year
if the colours are as a boy i used mixed together (subtractive to produce powder (or what ly) the result will i called powder) which
be (as is known) black and if the colours are turned of sulphur potassium round (additively) chlorate and charcoal
white results and if which i used to ignite white and black are mixed we get just before new year in card grey and this ena board holders – no bang
bles us to veri came out of this but fy the well-known theory that the last day of the year was all theory is grey a right stinkeroo
488 489 ode to the rhinoceros ode to the new station building
everyone remem it looks like some gi bers brutalis the rhino gantic cardboard box (with red whose psyche was wound arrows that point out
ed how unruly how the thing is to he was on account of a be asssembled) and it’s un lack of love and care commonly ugly
how human he had but i’m actually actually become un very fond of ugly things til the day when he partly an für und
came to meet love in bei sich but also reality and died a most happy rhino what is beautiful
ode to immortality ode to the starry sky
i simply cannot understand all these thoughts a melterrasse’ in ulstrup bout the possibil and counted shooting
ity of there be stars we looked up at ing proofs of human immor the kaleidoscope of saint tality – one on lawrence night and on
ly needs to die and ly wished for each oth then one has become immor er nothing more was needed – tal seeing that one is the night would only
completely una have been totally ble to die twice – then one has blissful if it had been bliss become immortal fully forgotten
490 491 ode to a red stone ode to the chicken
which was to have been chicken india mexicana itali ent poem collec ano and natu
tion but got forgot rel all from the co ten in a desk drawer where i op with herbs and spices hot have found it once more wings in chilli ma
three words deeper in rinated thighs and the vocabulary and drumsticks (poulet en sarco a thousand stanzas phage) it really is
later but which i quite an exotic now insert in its correct ornithology that we place between the lines are dealing with here
ode to patience ode to clay
from the stones i learnt i search for certain the lesson of patience to coordinates out in heart wait long enough to land where a sun’s ray
lie completely mo crosses a cat’s ear tionless like a stone out on three paces to the left of the roads even more
silent than granite hawkweed (or devil’s mindless in the mind paintbrush) north of the shadows which will probably
cause my enemies looking for – a lump to stumble over me at of clay which i lift up – look some point or other i can bear the dust
492 493 ode to the armchair ode to the strawberry
ah here we have the i place a strawber panton people – the upholst ry on the paper and look erer says when we at it – what the hell
carry yet anoth am i to write? – that er chair into the workshop it tastes delicious – we all this time corn-blue and know that – that it is
well chromium-pla beautiful and it ted one would think you both in can give you an allergy vested – but no i’m and a strawberry
not the one strongly nose? – nothing new i in favour of the panton can write? – yes, each strawberry chair – it is my back is shockingly new
ode to the picture book ode to darkness
during the second what would light be a world war i collected ble to do without its dark series of pictures ness? – light needs darkness –
not so as to be ry’ and since i lacked the one able to hide itself (light picture i got my is only able
grandmother to buy to do that under forty packets of danish a bushel) but because light wouldn’t be light at
at one go but not all without darkness the right one – and the moral? because darkness also hap if only i knew
494 495 ode to sea darkness ode to wheat
and the darkness gath in the time around ered on the beds of the seas seven sleepers day i no in the great oceans
it reigned completely that the wheat turns blue unrestrictedly and e at this time of year – it is ternally and in strange however that
the human mind it it should take me al took root and spread out so it most seventy years to as became possible certain such a simp
for man to distin le fact what in all guish light from darkness and choose the world is it that one goes freely between them around staring at?
ode to the lilac ode to the crab apple
the wild lilacs are hai t’ang is what the loveliest although the the wild crab apple is called andenken an lou in chinese – they are
is späth hybrids that inedible ex stand in a square at the ma cept as jelly when eating riebjerg ceme pheasant or game but
tery spreading their they smell like the nape fragrance over the dead al of your beloved’s neck be so have their own par neath the hair if you
ticular beauty split them both sourish so it is the wild lilacs and quite intoxicating that symbolise life malus silvestris
496 497 ode to the moth ode to the fawn
i saw a tiger i have re-entered moth in rudme in broad day my childhood have regressed to light at the spot where use another word
it had crashed to the am watching the car ground under a gleaming sun what was a moth do wards – one’s childhood
what a lot of crap ing around in the heat of bambi on the ice bambi midday – i saw a
tiger moth in rud bambi quite alone me like a silk screen painting in the world – good grief what a on the mind and heart load of bull (fawn) shit
ode to a dead poet ode to the avocado
when lean nielsen i eat an avo in his heyday was reading cado every day it comes aloud at a ca from israel and
fé in aarhus he resembles a hand ground to a halt every time grenade – it’s all the same to he tried to say: spo me i would also
ghatti dish spaghet eat it if it came to dish spighetti dash – he from palestine and it re never managed to sembled a lump of
get it right – spaghet plastic explosive – the avocado has its has been written down own rights in the world
498 499 ode to clouds at night ode to the dogdays
i allow my thoughts in summer right in the dogdays it can sometimes like clouds at night that happen that the words
have such a pecu liar light to them as if coagulates like junket they were dreams painted used to do on the
in pictures by prince window sills in for eugen and i hardly know mer times or curdle in any longer how thunderstorms something
to express it but that resembles this make the attempt with these words ode over which i now sprink one’s old age – how true le crumbled rye bread
ode to the tide ode to the cat
the tide comes at the my cat is three-col right time every day it in oured – therefore it is a fe undates the beach at male cat which it is
fogense with great black white and reddish precision and dead objects shading in such interest from life’s shipwreck with ing patterns that i
exactly the same ought perhaps to of degree of precision it fer the rights to use them leaves the sand full of to kenzo or to
empty beer cans and gucci as a de plastic detritus – just call coration on a pair of it eternity ultra-trendy tights
500 501 ode to pain ode to austin grandjean
and so what if the those letters are not shit should end up hitting the to be white but verdigris fan and the paper’s green like horse piss – the
used up so what if the bridges have been burned and concisely and so did the the road’s a dead end? cover of one of
so not a single my poetry col thing not the tiniest thing lections arise which other just as long as you wise gleamed with roses –
hold the throttle o the graphic artist pen and live out every bit and the maestro always got of your love and pain
ode to heinz tomato ketchup ode to nike
do i get paid by i prefer nike the heinz group for making use of rather than adidas for precisely their brand
of tomato ketch ent reasons the most up in this poem? – not at important of which is the all so why am i name and its ety
doing it? – because mology: the head there are a few braised pota less goddess of victory toes left over in with wings of stone strange
the selfsame poem and ly enough i hap the heinz ketchup just happens pen to run in shoes from a to be close at hand sics made in china
502 503 ode to sugar ode to the moment
i return home from at the moment i middelfart with my mouth dry am writing this sentence down in this poem and
blue it is as hot now i am writing as hell thirty degrees cen the next sentence down in the tigrade what i need poem and so on
ad libitum but a coca-cola lime light i do not capture the mo in the refriger ment even though pre
ator sugar-free – cisely that makes up ye gods the taste is just like nor eternity’s atom in wegian øllebrød temporality
ode to the hammer ode to the thunderstorm
hammer and plane ham when i listen to mer and bicycle pump ham the thunderstorm above heart mer and skewer ham land and at the same
mer and cane hammer time hear the pastor and golf club hammer and broom al symphony by beetho stick hammer and ven it is hard to
rolling-pin hammer decide where the sing le clap of thunder comes from – mer and blind man’s stick i will leave that to
hammer and barker’s the poem and to stick hammer and meat hammer you who are reading it at hammer and sickle this very moment
504 505 ode to letters ode to lemon balm
the dance of the let it all began so ters over the paper in well in the supermarket where we bought lemon
binations of words balm and put it in and sentences linguisti the salad we ate and af cally crammed with mean terwards planted it
ing ultimately out in the garden without meaning or with a where it now grows in all the meaning no one un
derstands any more weeding – just think to on a palimpsest of e have to pull up so much me ver deeper layers lissa by the roots
ode to quintessence ode to indifference
the extract of sum i simply don’t care mer concentrated in di whether fck or brøndby win verse bottles and ca the football match on
rafes on the maho sunday don’t give a gany sideboard: the yarrow shit i just don’t fucking care snaps next to the la i doesn’t make my
dy’s bedstraw and vi balls sweat to hear a olet snaps (may-dew added) bout fck’s faggots and brøndby’s and common tansy clodhopping yokels
snaps almost as in holger rosenkrantz’s al chemistic workshop i am an ob fan
506 507 ode to nato ode to the holy spirit
or the world commun as it materi ity (as it is also alised itself for a brief called) which decides who moment in the in
is going to be stallation called the bombed and who has a licence holy spirit between blood to bomb and to man transfusions and wine
ufacture bombs (nu bottles between calf’s clear bombs) and who is al tongues and mirrors in order lowed to sell bombs which to demonstrate how
decides everything ordinary and just as the empire used to infantile our conceptions do in the old days actually are
ode to four roses ode to dandy
this poem is drugged gumlink – i say be in a certain way since i cause it says gumlink on the am intoxica factory we are
ted while writing it driving past in vej from three glasses of four ro le right now – i remember es bourbon whiskey gumlink well but i
(i’ve also eaten had repressed the fright two cabbage sausages from ful name that has now replaced højer – but they’re not dandy which ought to
on the positive have stood there on the list) is the poem then to factory but now only stands in the poem
508 509 ode to soup ode to the carrot
the soup canon: chick the carrot is call en soup and campbell’s tinned soup ing me i can hear its voice in my sleep – it wants
dried soup that comes in to be pulled up out packets bird’s nest soup or of the soil somewhere or oth soup that is wholly from er here on funen
oats miso soup and away from the che wakam soup soup that is based micals and to lie on its on sago and soup lit de parade with
that has been made from its green crest on top nothing but a sausage stick of its helmet – its voice sounds or from a poem like ove sprogøe’s
ode to a feather in the wind ode to ambiguity
on the window pane snatches of a con the one directly facing versation at the uno- my writing desk a x station in søn
dersø: is the time ing in a spider’s web a small white feather brought it looks a bit dark
here by the wind and er than that? – my friend by chance to tell me the fair says pointing at the gleaming
are looking at is up as one feather in a the price of diesel fuel i poem in a book tell him in reply
510 511 ode to glass ode to inertia
through which i see most this poem is to of the world nowadays – the be read like a tv com windows in the house mercial in which a
that face all four di voice says something else rections of the compass the than the actor who does not large verandah doors say anything out
facing the sunset loud but mimes in a the car windows the lenses of my glasses and says something else than
my grandfather’s mag what is said or than nifying glass for the small what can be read further down print in the contract in the subtitles
ode to colgate ode to the right of citizenship
yet another person dead the right as an im i don’t know why i go out migrant to be treated in into the bathroom precisely the same
and brush my teeth when way as the own in i have read the announcement habitants of the country in the paper but neither worse nor bet
good grief how i foam ter and particu about the mouth as if the larly not better (that kind holy spirit was of suppressive pa
upon me or an e tronising is spot ted at once) the right to a i possibly say? full citizenship
512 513 ode to expectation ode to the crops
everyone knows the a bean man with a story of the joy of ex potato nose and arms of pectation fewer asparagus as
know that of the pain well as a carrot sticking out above his balls run-ups and the dreams of tomatoes plus
disappear and the legs of corn-sheaves and expectation itself is turnips in the pockets knees of beetroot – you’ve not
by reality’s clapped eyes on the likes of him alarm clock that rings so vi before a brand-new giusep olet and strident pe archimboldo
ode to vanity ode to the red flower
at the moment of in your red cotton writing i’m sitting newly panties my beloved back shaved in a hand-sewn then when we believed
shirt from hongkong with that everything would a silk tie that matches it – continue that we were im i do this in or mortal back then i
der to be able did not yet know that to write that i do this with i would be leaving this world authenticity without understand
ing anything at to place a rose branch down a all without any answer cross the poem here to a fucking shit
514 515 ode to the flame ode to the eye of a needle
at the same time that why should a camel bent faurschou-hviid (also attempt to pass through the eye of a needle or
a rich man for that a danish poet wrote po matter seek to enter the ems of homage to kingdom of heaven
exactly the same where his wealth’s not worth ideology – both of a single penny – why not them were born in the instead simply thread
year nineteen hundred the eye of the need and twenty one – youth is no le with perfectly ordi excuse whatsoever nary button thread?
ode to the airport ode to mental derangement
of all the airports it is harder to pretend to be mentally landed in gander deranged if one is
is closest to my so than if one is heart although i only sam n’t – but very much harder pled its distinctive to pretend to be
atmosphere for a mentally deranged bout twenty minutes on my if one isn’t so than if way to cuba – i one is – or it is
left nothing behind even harder to in gander and took nothing be mentally deranged than with me from gander pretend to be so
516 517 ode to the cold ode to the soviet union
where is it coldest that fought the dragon in the world – is it at the of nazism and strangled north pole or at the it in the mud and
south pole in the phi talcum of lenin lippine trench or the summit of mount everest the tractor factor
is it in the cor y of stalingrad ridors of power in dan with steel and vanadium te’s hell or perhaps and ended up be
in your own deepfree zer? – it is coldest of all ing dragon itself just as in the human heart in the fairytales
ode to mental hospitals ode to fog
i have visited the kyrie e many people at skt hans leison of the foghorn hospital – poets out from the sound in
ex-wives and other the early dawn where members of the family my poetry had its be and have always felt ginning so many
myself just a lit years ago – i go tle bit at home out there at down to the water to hear roskilde fjord and once more the complain
in actual fact ing sound of my youth there is not all that big a now i just happen to be in copenhagen
518 519 ode to granite ode to infinity
i can still manage let’s pay a tribute to establish a fami to the mathematician ly grave in stone évariste galois
paradisbakke who did not pass an granite for example with arithmetic exam at dates names and titles the same time as he
all done in gold bronze solved the equation or with some well-chosen words – of the polynomials – but am i going if only we might
to? hardly and why not? – why make a mockery ity although we fail the of eternity
ode to periods of time ode to the dogdays
it has taken me that are burning down sixty-seven years seven months twenty-two days ing the words darker
(titian’s old trick of rubbing the surface of the pose this particu picture with ivo
lar poem which you ry black and drying ing in the space of
approximately lancholy because twenty-one seconds unless the summer will very soon you are dyslexic be dead and gone
520 521 ode to the peacock ode to routine
that is strutting a i sit down at my round up there at harritslev writing desk at nine o’clock farm in the circles as usual wind
of its own vani up my gold watch check the ansaphone of the mo windscreen of the bus bile phone pick my nose
for the same reason a bit confer with my various papers se ally displays its lect a particu
desire at ege lar ballpoint pen from skov castle clad in an albi many others and then i no sequin costume start to write this ode
ode to schulstad ode to moderation
in the old days it or the golden mean used to be called light rye bread the line that quintus hora dark rye bread or whole
meal rye bread now though traced through poetry all the way down to the pre bread – i don’t care much sent age and these words
which that bread from that that do not go be factory has kept me a yond their own meaning or their live for over sixty
years i demand rye but remain within bread be introduced on com the approved metamorpho munion tables ses of the poem
522 523 ode to april ode to the third day
that once again ri and god awoke from ses up from the sea bed full having been sozzled with a of mother of pearl huge hangover but he
and clouds like the curves nevertheless sang of nasdaq and dow jones on the praises of the third day the paper sky of and god said: wine and
the newspapers so spirits are to stand all is reassuringly on each and every shelf for the same as ever wine is my son’s blood
in the new mille and all spirit is some nium although not quite it thing holy – then he lifted is a year later his cup in a toast
ode to the commune ode to the categories
forty years ago the sun gleaming through i lived in a commune in gentofte among tegories without
yew trees blackcurrant which it would be quite bushes and silver paper – the impossible for these words to be written
not due to either reason has under stood that it has understood tical ideas nothing and therefore
can now safely de the question of who was to vote itself to categor mow the lawn and when ising creation
524 525 ode to meteors ode to the dead-calm sea
that now and then cre dead calm sky-mirror ate panic in a distant all of the world’s great think ers ultimately
soon forgotten a have recourse to god – gain just like the meteor it is only medio ites and the shooting crity that contin
stars which we other ues all the specu wise were prepared to put so lations ad absurdum to much trust in with our something that in a
wishes that are not nother dialect is referred to as reason they’ve been forgotten sky-mirror dead calm
ode to the cucumber ode to the tie
the curved type it should ties lead their own lives be noted – recht ist recht krumm they have their own special a ist aber nicht schlecht – genda – blue domi
my forefather the nates over red and obaldus von hoeck once wrote yellow-striped dominates o in the seventeenth
century – so al a must polyes ready back then my fami ter is out – i myself am ly had fallen foul wearing a white ken
of the euro pass zo tie today with port regulations and ca a light-brown pattern – i won pitalisation der what that can mean?
526 527 ode to silence ode to jbs
silence reigns supreme i have bought ten pairs in the innermost depths of of pants with the brand-name of stones in a disturb jbs which otherwise
ing way like birds that is only adver are circling high in the win tised for at boxing matches ter sky as opposed (what does jbs stand for
to the stillness that by the way – jutland is always there with a con boyswear something?) ten pairs of stant sound silence is brand-new pants complete
the deepest sound found in nature silence has some all a question of not piss thing to do with death ing in one’s trousers
ode to melancholy ode to brovst
i am not a me i called for silence lancholic have never been with a paper knife against one and will never the glass and travelled
become one there is to havanna with too much blood and yellow gall czechoslovakian air in my system but ways – my life changed i
i have always pre was never the same ferred casper david friedrich’s again which i natural ly enough wouldn’t
to the one by al have been either brecht dürer which seems much too had i decided instead black for my liking to travel to brovst
528 529 ode to an indian summer ode to petroleum
it sounds quite golden petroleum is almost shakespearian or not black we all know that what like the lighting in colour is it then? –
that we do not know don’t really know what it is just as nobody under or where when – perhaps stands the word of death
in the middle of and so we call the october between fungi both of them petroleum- and boleti pre coloured for lack of
cisely where i am something better and now standing well into my only say by so doing sixty-seventh year that we do not know
ode to milk ode to the ball of wool
as a child i spat that has rolled all the out my mother’s nipple when way over here from my mo i was to be breast- ther’s knitting basket
fed and as a boy straight across zealand i built castles of porridge right across the great belt bridge with moats for the milk all the way from my
as a grown man i childhood to my old much preferred other drinks to age through the funen fruit plan semi-skimmed or full- tations and heartland
cream milk it is on ly in my old age that milk up in this ode where a cat’s is on the programme now playing with it
530 531 ode to the unknown ode to hearing
no one it goes with i wake up in the out saying knows the unknown middle of the night and lie just as no one is listening for a
able to think the long time it’s complete unthinkable that happens ly still in the house stock-still to be how the laws i can’t even no
of logic function tice my own heart beat therefore reason and courage ing – then it is that i hear have to go beyond a silver source that
their own limita is springing in the tions in order to gain know darkness; my wife’s peeing ledge of the absence with the door open
ode to seaweed ode to the nasturtium
that singes with sil indian cress nose ver and chlorine in the sin tweaker nasturtium monks cress uses up at the
north coast where every eolum pelto lity that makes the other name would smell
as sweet) you know it well the small trumpet that tastes like a mantra be better than it sounds
hind bogense and and looks better behind the seaweed begins to smoke your beloved’s ear than a down on the sea shore longside the carport
532 533 ode to the blue ad newspaper ode to the epiphysis
on the occasion where the soul has its dwelling in a castle that day i hereby a is no bigger than
lection of poems yggdra its four hillocks the soul that sill bound in leather does not weigh any
(by axel jensen more than nineteen grams in ordrup) with gold-printing and that smells of calcium is for sale – price as and roses intox
agreed since we are icated with me latonin in its very onado copy own special darkroom
ode to the wc ode to criticism (iii)
my friend was once trapped lord byron once wrote in the toilet the door got that the bad poems in a completely jammed and book make up the dark
he was in such a night sky without which panic that i had to help it would not be possible him out of a win for the good poems
dow – he later died to shine brightly now in another toilet was the dear critic can specu that a case of chance late if the quota
tion is false and if or was it just a glimpse in that should prove not to be the to absence itself case if it is true
534 535 ode to sirius ode to the men of the night
the star above vef who do not only linge is burning brightly freeze in dante’s hell with their tonight high up in hearts full of alu
the mobile phone masts minium or who lie on their lits de parade with their heads pointing
ly god can repair northwards but who con it could be the north star i tinue to sit in certain am talking about ministries to this
but more probably very day and who from it is sirius that is there administer the pur barking from childhood est deeds of darkness
ode to viagra ode to the modes of perception
no – i simply don’t i have mentioned ear dare i have seen far too ma lier the poem’s swindle ny of my elder with time and now men
ly friends and acquaint tion its fraud regard ances keel over with blood ing space even though these prob clots and corona lems are common i
ry thromboses when do this to empha they have taken the little sise that the poem does not blue rhombus-shaped pill – essentially re
no thank you i pre late to the modes of fer all things considered a perception but to what are low-voltage sex life their prerequites
536 537 ode to the horizon ode to the fishing industry
which i’m opening at this moment with an oy ster knife so that the iodine and salt
light can slip in be tween the cloud cover and the one knows that who has a sense sea’s surface up here of the maritime
at fogense where but not perhaps that we bathe every morning and watch the horizon and scent of cunt we
spreading out more and more towards the mother of more sublime regions of the pearl of the unknown
ode to the black holes ode to woodland flowers
the poem also those nominated has its black holes that suck mean are: viola sylvestris ing into themselves for its role in spring
like an image in the rosebay on the to an image we are hard pushpin of summer the white ly talking about campions that are
meaninglessness or about a deeper meaning tember while the poem is simply about a being written and
loss of a meaning last but not least the that is now no longer grasped blackberry winter played by (like a palimpsest) keith jarrett himself
538 539 ode to the funeral ode to islam
the funeral ca when i was seven non: president kennedy’s years old and lived in skive funeral with horse i was opera
boots and gun carriage ted on for phimo sis – when i say opera princess diana’s ted that’s perhaps a
public funeral bit of an exag service in black and orange geration but it hurt at the funeral of any rate roughly
danish king christi the same as being an the tenth when i burst in circumcised with no anaes thetic i should think
ode to esprit de valdemar ode to the unreal
who the hell uses my writing desk is hair lotion nowadays? – no made of oak although i’m not body not even
those who are bald carved in its wood but nevertheless esprit de it could be a sphinx it has valdemar contin belonged to my ma
ues to be manu maternal grandfather factured the green spirit that unless my memory’s play i have standing out ing me tricks my po
in the bathroom – it’s so good for polishing spec real ones or unreal ones i tacle glasses with do not know which
540 541 ode to chess ode to omar khayyam
i don’t know why it many years ago is i that prefer the black i bought an omar khayyam knights rather than the rose (or so i be
white and that i al lieved) from a nurser so like to play with the black y in løve and i wait pieces perhaps it ed for it to bloom
is because i like a bright pink but when to be in opposition or to be the play was a deep crimson
and from that i learnt position and to lie in not to waste time and words on wait with the last move forgotten roses
ode to nails ode to the hedgehog
at sorø aca which i most often demy i had a big toe meet in its train of blood and nail treated with crys intestines out on
tal violet for the motorway where it a fungal infection it doesn’t cheat any hare or didn’t help though and any car driver
one evening in the for that matter eith er as in the fables but dark i asked my mate just steams violet
in the next bed if with petrol at the he would like a burnt almond end of the road with no he said that he would further conclusion
542 543 ode to kansas ode to instant potato
another discon i can’t resist the certing sign that things are go temptation but take a bag ing the wrong way is out of the instant
that i have started potato pack and to resemble my german teacher from my time the foil then i sprin
in the sixth form now kle the powder out it’s a question of making after me in a thin trail sure the next step is all the way down from
n’t a beret and the kitchen and up kansas overalls like those into the poem just as my stepfather wore in the fairytales
ode to the sense of smell ode to the toes
what a helluva it’s a pity for stench there is here – i’ve forgot the toes they are almost name ten to close the mi less and anony
crowave or it’s the mous only the big cat that has aimed badly at toe and the little toe have the litter tray – can’t identity – what
you smell it there is about the others? – one helluva ghastly pong for the time being they will in here it’s not you just have to make do
sitting there farting with these names for the away while you are reading time being: index toe mid my poems is it? dle toe and ring toe
544 545 ode to all the universe ode to the four-leafed clover
what applies to all passion’s clover of ness applies to nothingness iron in my hand picked on they cancel each oth a lucky day out at
er out into non heartland where i gave sense e.g. allness must con it to my beloved pas tain nothingness if sion’s four-leafed clover
it is to be an which brings so much good allness and where will nothing luck but which itself ends up ness get rid of the dried and pressed to death
allness? – even the in the most unluck poem about these enti y fashion between two pa ties ends as rubbish ges of a bible
ode to osama bin laden ode to charles baudelaire
on a picture col nor did baudelaire lage i replace osama become the great source of in bin laden’s turban spiration for my
with a cloth cap and writing of poe try which in a way is strange with a golf club – is
that supposed to be the orchids of dark funny? – not in the slightest – ness and passion – perhaps this what then is the point is because i have
of doing it? – why then no command of the this and why then that why then language as i mainly slept is my dog a cat? through my french lessons
546 547 ode to october ode to the event
in this year of grace this poem relates when no revolution took to (is based on) an actu place at most some sour al event namely
comments about the to the fact that you soaring prices of oil and at this very moment are opposite direc in the process of
tion of the showers of reading it word by rain i too have always ha word sentence by sentence line ted this particu by line until your
lar month of the year reading of the po which is so full of the crack ling of gamma rays at this precise spot
ode to charlottenlund post office ode to the trade union movement
with its vine leaves of in my younger days cement pilasters and li i successfully managed to keep myself out
i learnt to become of the trade uni a decent person among on although i was in great other people while need of it – now that
i distributed i’m a person of letters from pillar to post independent means i’m in on my crepe rubber a trade union
soles – that is the best though i’ve little use school in the world for any for one – (as if it only prospective writer had to do with me)
548 549 ode to clarity and purity ode to ezra pound
to get things perfect goddammit ezra ly clear a clear message but pound now you’re sitting there on pure poetry and your throne of cello
pure art pure sport but phane almost backwards a clear conscience a clear sky in history with your sing reality that’s crystal able mathema
clear a clear complex tics purely and simp ion and clear eyes but a pure ly because you respect glor heart and a pure race y’s bitter taste of
pure madness and pure silicon purely rubbish ode to what’s clearly and simply because glory pure and utter piss is your own concern
ode to straw ode to november
the great straw wheels with november’s special spokes of straw roll on towards nothingness if we al a pure cornu
do not consider them and come to a standstill rolls of toilet paper for half price six anni
a moment while we versary bargains prizes and a birthday sale to on our way out free balloons for all
towards the sea con the children as well tinue then unconcerned as poems for the adults ly their slow motion www.triptychon.dk
550 551 ode to jutland ode to a bouquet of asters
i place a bouquet self wishing that there was no of asters in one of the cones thing else left except made of tin that are
long trips to the sea found in cemete or days spent in jutland be ries and drill it into the neath an open sky ground at the grave of
one as blue as the my parents-in-law – shell of a mussel a place words fall pitifully short where there is nobo here besides which they’re
dy who can reach me completely indif neither by a mobile phone nor ferent to death don’t know a in reality nything about it
ode to the small-leafed maple ode to arbour zena
i’ve now arrived at what is arbour ze the small-leaved maple at the na? – is it a detergent foot of which i placed with special colour
a motor-saw in an earlier poem in of music by keith jarrett another book the with red and yellow
time has come it is leaves or is it that to be felled as it gets in tree beneath which the uni the way of the light corns come together
but i let it stand once a year in or in the shadow – darkness is der to show themselves in the also to be praised grove of poetry?
552 553 ode to the porpoise ode to meadows
that crowns the bathing out in the meadows season and summer with for the sun is standing on its ward and backward leaps column of black mar
over and beneath ble like an arrange the horizon we ourselves ment in a surrealist will never reach for
obvious reasons taphysical in the porpoise’s epicy stallation and is shining cles along the edge quite naturally
of vision that clear as it should behind ly demonstrate the problem the posturing through all i mages and poems
ode to m/f kong frederik ix ode to corks
my favourite fer put the cork in the ry home port: gedser call sig bottle and keep your wishes nal: oyyo construc for better times you
tion site: elsinore only have three of shipyard main engine: two bur them as you well know from fair meister & wain speed ytales so do not
in knots: sixteen put waste them on red wine in service on every con and white wine or vino ver ceivable route in dhe let them out of
denmark renamed: ri the bottle at just ky broken up at alang the right moment as your faith beach in india your hope and your love
554 555 ode to formula one ode to oxford street
i went to have a so oxford street must look to admire michael symbolise destiny where schuhmacher’s red fer i stood in london
rari at the ex and was about to hibition at aros art cross the road on the trail of museum and it william blake and
was beautiful and therefore was contin life-asserting but i fell ually looking over for ronnie petterson’s my left shoulder’s salt
when a voice called out racing car with its gleam of stop as a car came hurtling death and ill-fortune past from the right
ode to a fourth cactus ode to dead-end roads
that does not stand on dead-end roads are al an upturned yawl (see elsewhere so important the neces in this collection) sary mistakes life’s
and does not stand in trial and error the the garage with a bego holzwege of romanti nia (see somewhere cism in the pro
else again in the ximity of death collection) and not in the not to mention the cul de sun’s arena (see sac of human thought
elsewhere yet again) as well as that of but here in the incorrup love the ultimate choice be tion of the poem tween art and money
556 557 ode to nescafé ode to churches
i sit down inside instant time instant po padesø church one late af em’s freeze-dried seconds ternoon the light
words as powder the stands stock-still in the moments released by boiling church interior not a water with added sound can be heard it
saccharine the a smells musty and earth toms of eternity that y the taste is acrid no have been spooned down in thing happens abso
to time and poem lutely nothing – that stirred into a foaming cup is how it must be if one’s of cappuccino faith is to be pure
ode to mounds of stones ode to the photograph
the earth’s gall stones the at an interval of one hour i took two i ty-two heartstones wrung dentical photo
out fallen down and graphs of my study – collected into a mound that is to say on printing of stones at the wood’s and closer exam
edge as a reef of ination of them incomprehensibili ty against which the on the wall in one
sea of time breaks and photo but not in foams invisible and be the other – i wonder what yond understanding story it could tell
558 559 ode to the pumpkin ode to the middle day of the year
no snaggled-toothed mouth the middle day of or a triangular nose the year is mathemati and eyes have been carved cally speaking ju
out of the yellow ly the second (and body of a pumpkin nor not midsummer) except when has a candle been it is a leap year
lit inside the head in that case there is of the aforementioned pump no middle day but a no kin it is not hal thing in the night be
loween and further tween the second and more nor does any pumpkin the third of july (the black exist – that’s spooky cauldron of the sun
ode to the colour orange ode to a dobermann pinscher
the essentials of what is the dog’s name? orange: my wife’s coat and skirt the same as you – what do you made of thai silk the mean by that? – that it
orange order the has got the same name shirts of the dutch football team as you – you can’t possibly the t-shirts of the know what my name is –
u s marine no but the name of corps the orange revolu the dog’s the same name as you – what tion in the ukraine a load of crap it’s
oranges that have a joke that’s as old come from valencia and as the hills – yes but that’s the agent orange name of the dog too
560 561 ode to the constellations ode to the hen
i cannot see that the hen pheasants have the constellations resem light-yellow eye make-up on ble animals or and mussel shells strewn
fabulous creatures all over their plu nevertheless the human mage but that is not the most mind has projected remarkable thing
its fantasy up about them in the onto the vault of the sky winter they perform their dis and used it to ex appearing trick no
plain everything twixt body can see them heaven and earth that self again before the follow same fantasy too ing spring – where are they?
ode to withered leaves ode to vegetables
that rustle like tin i have some sort of in the yard outside where they strange preference for vege whirl and swirl around tables that are un
the last of the be popular brocco gonias what a widder li for example or squash shins dance of death round and brussel sprouts not
summer’s thorns – there is to mention hari hardly anything else one cots verts i wonder if this can do than to rake has to do with my
them together and urge to be in op to sweep them in under the position or perhaps i’ve poem like used words just got a strange taste
562 563 ode to the third ode to siberian crabtrees
there is the light and that stood in my child there is the darkness does a hood garden and perhaps still third possibili stand there and that blos
ty exist? – the twi som in unseen noc light for example or the turnal mirrors as if no dawn? – does that halfway thing in the world had
boundary between happened since back then light and darkness exist as time and eternity co a zero – is hu verged into a dis
man kind itself this tant point that sucks e boundary itself this third verything into it as now possibility? sixty years later
ode to windmills ode to the five-pointed star
this poem has been which i took posses nominated for an a sion of from a tin-box that luminium trout stood behind lud
for its salty and vig holberg’s sarco acrid sea-mist which rolls up phagus in sorø chapel through sydslugen not it is made of tin
far from blåvands huk and placed on my writ like chlorine gas from a world ing desk – who on earth would have war and for its thoughts believed that the grand
which circle around master of reason was somebody who was con shore bar of horns rev cealing such secrets?
564 565 ode to a samurai sword ode to a correspondence chessplayer
which has the name nu you never sent me ning and can wound everything your thirty-fourth move because except itself it death happened to get
arrived here direct in the way quite lit ly from japan in a spe erally not as a com cial wooden box as bination between
a token of love rook and knight but in from my beloved and as the form of an illness – so a symbol i have somewhere in the spi
n’t the faintest i rit our chess match will dea what to use it for remain undecided for except as itself all eternity
ode to best friend bird feed ode to bison oxen
solsikkefrø sol i go out to the rosfrön auringgonkukan bison farm ditlevsdal to siemeniä say hello to the
sonnenblumenker bulls moses and ju piter who are also known de tournesol zon as the beef brothers –
nebloempitten there they stand – what an with love from best friend amazing fact what in all i only hope that the world am i to
no russian or span say? – i can’t think of ish birds will turn up at the anything apart from: what bird tray and poem a lot of bullshit
566 567 ode to a lime ode to cumulus clouds
i roll a lime in or cummelum clouds through the poem it is one as a member of bandet helluva beauti nul referred to them
ful fruit like a green at a poetry golfball or like the egg of reading where i myself lift an unknown bird – you ed my glass to the
cannot see it be sky so as to at cause it has long since rolled out tract the cumulus clouds down of the poem a and to mix them with
gain on the other gin and vermouth and side over the edge of the cocktail cherries as a tri table out of sight bute to that same band
ode to sadness ode to foam on waves
bonjour tristesse my entire generation ing apple plantations when is familiar with seen from above in
both the book and the a bird’s eye view e normous patterns which i al equally bad they most seem to recog
both catch a depress nise but which are al ion typical of the age ways new like an image of that is not half as life itself where the
deep as that my fe repetitions are male cat went through when she was also only possible no longer on heat in absentia
568 569 ode to public holidays ode to illness
during which i sort sooner or later of hop over one thing or some illness or other will another (as when catch up with me and
so as to devote myself i know neither the illness to some third thing that nor its latin name
i can’t really de but let it be some form of meagre consola time pass by i.e. pre tion that if illness
tending that any did not exist life thing can happen while nothing itself would succumb and be actually does certain to perish
ode to kittens ode to fieldstone walls
that i did away that run along the with using ether and buck ets of water once separate fairy
and buried in the tale and reali dark behind the statue of ty spirit and nature the light in amor one invisible
park over by the the other visi national hospital where ble leading in to the place i myself came in where life relates to
to the world sixty- its own emergence eight years ago – can it i.e. to itself i.e. get more pathetic? its own creator
570 571 ode to the dead poet ode to quantities
now you don’t have to who counts the stones in strike a pose any longer or read aloud at who counts the number
every conceiva of raindrops and the dead birds who keeps an account nal tall stories have of the number of
evaporated your poetry will have to try and manage on great dunes at råbjerg
its own in the world mile who counts the all on its own in the night number of poems or of the long poems hairs on your own head?
ode to the year’s last flower ode to pepper
which i found out at i peel an egg and heartland late in december cut it into slices as more beautiful than i also do a
a daisy although tomato i place it happened to be a dai the slices alternately sy and i natu on a piece of coarse
rally picked it not rye bread without but because it represented ter then i sprinkle a lit the totality tle salt over the
and where else was it food lastly a pinch to be an adornment in of black pepper over the what other bouquet? poem – et voilà
572 573 ode to the screwdriver ode to the mobile telephone
so it’s two screw i am so pleased with drivers and no cocktail? – that my mobile telephone it is more or less how is as if one is
my attitude to in contact with the tools and implements can be entire world the whole time sim summed up and to screw ultaneously
drivers in parti as if one even cular so i will have to on a dark december af make do with the po ternoon is connect
em’s mental screwdriv ed to all of hu er which in its own way screws manity which can call you the world together at any moment
ode to the now ode to lightning
lightning strikes – what else ence between the now and the is it supposed to do? – right moment that the for then lightning strikes a
mer gathers and joins distant solita together the world while the ry tree and i start to count latter spreads and pulls the seconds and write
it apart one could it down what i mean say that the former consti is i count and i write the tutes eternity’s clap of thunder down
atoms in the world in the poem’s ab the latter the world’s atoms solute stillness – what else am in eternity i supposed to do?
574 575 ode to quarks
that whirl and twirl a way in everything like small snowstorms and dia
bolos that spin round and round or like tops that are whipped through the power
lessness of thought out around nothingness’s cen tre of incompre
hensibility that perhaps not even the creator can grasp
ode to my typewriter
once a long time a go the tom cat pissed all o ver my typewriter
(an old torpedo) because it was perfectly well aware that af
ter a month of con let out of the house
just as now forty years later i do likewise with its feline ghost
576 577