{"id":242,"date":"2017-01-25T10:43:28","date_gmt":"2017-01-25T10:43:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/morninglight.dk\/?page_id=242"},"modified":"2017-02-10T16:21:07","modified_gmt":"2017-02-10T16:21:07","slug":"old-poems","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/morninglight.dk\/?page_id=242&lang=en","title":{"rendered":"Old Poems"},"content":{"rendered":"

1981<\/strong><\/p>\n

Fashion!<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u00a0confess: It was me!<\/strong>
\ntrancheret dansende<\/strong>
\nefter Den hvide dame’s sv\u00e6v<\/strong>
\nhen over de nedbr\u00e6ndte kirkers<\/strong>
\nerektile munkestensordner<\/strong>
\nog Pans liderlige lyster<\/strong>
\nfor en gangs skyld voldf\u00f8rt med bidsel<\/strong>
\ni h\u00e6lende som tjenende \u00e5nder<\/strong>
\nhornede b\u00e6rende sl\u00e6bet<\/strong>
\nusynlige som blinde passagerer<\/strong>
\nforfulgte af r\u00f8de troldes<\/strong>
\nm\u00f8rkegr\u00f8nne musik<\/strong>
\nfra dens flydende \u00f8er i rummet<\/strong>
\nen sophisticeret pink<\/strong>
\nhele tiden overf\u00f8rt<\/strong>
\nmed nye affyringer<\/strong>
\ngennem tretten \u00e5rhundreders tomhed<\/strong>
\nmod Venus<\/strong>
\nm\u00f8rkegr\u00f8nne mandel\u00f8jne flaksende<\/strong>
\np\u00e5 skr\u00f8mt som flagermus<\/strong>
\nmellem tr\u00e6ernes m\u00f8rnede<\/strong>
\nskygger<\/strong>
\nf\u00f8r m\u00f8rkets bl\u00e5nende indvolde<\/strong>
\nt\u00e5gende ud af himmelrummet<\/strong>
\nrammer g\u00e5rdens brosten.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

1981<\/strong><\/p>\n

Den Hvide Dv\u00e6rg<\/strong><\/p>\n

I denne<\/strong>
\nevigt evindelige<\/strong>
\ntidsaldrenes alderdom<\/strong>
\nl\u00f8vf\u00e6ldningens og henteh\u00e5rets<\/strong>
\nproblemf\u00f8lende status<\/strong>
\nlageropg\u00f8relsernes sidste indvejninger<\/strong>
\nkonkursboenes vrimlende skrifter<\/strong>
\np\u00e5 Kabaens sorte kjortel<\/strong>
\nMekka<\/strong>
\nog Fata Morganas<\/strong>
\nvidunderlige lamper<\/strong>
\naf luft til spot<\/strong>
\npriser i Rotterdam og Solen<\/strong>
\ni kunstigt lys og m\u00f8rke<\/strong>
\np\u00e5 d\u00e5ser af blik<\/strong>
\nblik i maskiner<\/strong>
\nmaskiner af blik<\/strong>
\ni blik<\/strong>
\noliens sorte l\u00e6kager<\/strong>
\ndybt spejlende<\/strong>
\natomernes str\u00e5lende nedsmeltninger til nul<\/strong>
\ndet absolutte nul<\/strong>
\nblik<\/strong>
\nf\u00f8r blikket slukkes og blinker<\/strong>
\nsit sidste blink<\/strong><\/p>\n

I denne evigt evindelige<\/strong>
\ntidsaldrenes alderdom<\/strong>
\nhvor henteh\u00e5ret nu<\/strong>
\nikke l\u00e6ngere kan hentes<\/strong>
\nuden olie<\/strong>
\nglinsende grease med additive<\/strong>
\ntextill\u00f8se paraplyer<\/strong>
\ni v\u00e6dskefyldte storme –<\/strong>
\nn\u00e6res slanger.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

1981<\/strong><\/p>\n

Gamle Ven<\/strong><\/p>\n

det var ikke mig<\/strong>
\ndu s\u00e5 i g\u00e5r<\/strong>
\nmen en underlig ungdoms<\/strong>
\nsvage genf\u00e6rd<\/strong>
\nmedbragt og efterladt af vinens \u00e5nd<\/strong>
\nda den kom og hentede mig<\/strong><\/p>\n

og I sk\u00e6ndtes i fire timer<\/strong><\/p>\n

fra intet<\/strong>
\nom intet<\/strong>
\ntil intet<\/strong><\/p>\n

mens v’i rejste<\/strong>
\ngennem fremmede kirker<\/strong>
\nmod den vidt\u00e5bne<\/strong>
\naltomfavnende tomhed –<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mit efterladte anker\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 i dig<\/strong>
\nen knugen, der voksede<\/strong>
\naggressivt<\/strong>
\nstrammede linen til sidst<\/strong>
\nog trak mig tilbage!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Hvorfor fl\u00f8j du ikke<\/strong>
\nmed og lod beton v\u00e6re beton?<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

1981<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Dr\u00f8mmenes Synopse<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
Morgen<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nMorgen<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Duggen<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nDuggen<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
lander<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nSolens<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
blidt<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nDug<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
i Hendes<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nh\u00e6nger<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
mediterende<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nstadig<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
sk\u00f8d<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\ni sk\u00e6gget<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
alt<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nklare<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
imens<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nkl\u00e6bende<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Hun s\u00e9r<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nHonningperler<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Lyset<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nden eneste<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
bryde frem<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nbrydning<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
v\u00e5gne<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\ni sindets<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
i det indre<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nfred<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
Solen<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nSolen<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
varmer<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\nvarmer<\/span><\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n\u00a0<\/strong><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
\n

Alt<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/td>\n

\n

Alt<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

\n

Et<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

\n

Det<\/span><\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

1979<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vidtl\u00f8ftige Dr\u00f8mme Om Konstance<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jeg foretr\u00e6kker tvivleren<\/strong>
\nfor den frelste;<\/strong>
\nUniversets manglende konstans<\/strong>
\nvasker stille sandet v\u00e6k<\/strong>
\nunder dine f\u00f8dder;<\/strong>
\nflyt dig,<\/strong>
\neller du v\u00e6lter!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Vor stroboscobiske indsigt<\/strong>
\ni jordens historie,<\/strong>
\nuniversel imperi –<\/strong>
\n\u00e5rtusinders filosoffer,<\/strong>
\nhvor finder I<\/strong>
\nvidner til<\/strong>
\ndet best\u00e5endes eksistens?<\/strong><\/p>\n

Jeg kender<\/strong>
\nkun \u00e9n evighed:<\/strong>
\nDen bestandige mutabilitet<\/strong>
\ner den eneste Konstance<\/strong>
\ni hvis sk\u00f8d jeg stadig<\/strong>
\nfinder tryghed.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a><\/p>\n

1978<\/strong><\/p>\n

Prolog<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tytteb\u00e6rb\u00f8rn – er sm\u00e5 bitte mennesker<\/strong>
\nF\u00f8dt i en tyte – en knude – en klump<\/strong>
\nAldrig l\u00f8snet fra \u00e6ggestokken vakler de<\/strong>
\nP\u00e5 det yderste af en nedh\u00e6ngende gren<\/strong>
\nI tytteb\u00e6rriset –<\/strong>
\nDeres Yggdrasil –<\/strong>
\nKrampagtigt finder de sammen, for at holde varmen<\/strong>
\nKrampagtigt sl\u00e5s de med naboen om pladsen i solen<\/strong>
\nOg n\u00e5r de alligevel modner og falder<\/strong>
\nRammer de mosens vand<\/strong>
\nI det virkelige livs br\u00f8nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

Og der bliver ingen spirende kim<\/strong>
\nAf disse druknede b\u00e6r<\/strong>
\nNornernes kilder n\u00e6rer ikke frugten<\/strong>
\nAf k\u00f8nsl\u00f8se menneskeb\u00f8rn<\/strong>
\nHvis eneste tegn p\u00e5 liv var<\/strong>
\nAngsten –<\/strong>
\nAngsten for br\u00f8nden –<\/strong>
\nDet virkelige livs um\u00e6ttelige, uendeligt dybe<\/strong>
\nMosevandsbr\u00f8nd<\/strong><\/p>\n

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