~ manuscripts never burn, quills do ~

when your hair becomes heavy with tears

soaked and straightened to the ground

you contemplate the gravity

drinking tears from his navel

- this was the course of yesterday, steps on my return to feeling. today is the huge full moon, high above the rooftops of oslo, antennas, i watch it. i sing about the sun and know somewhere on earth it is true, above the grey sky. it's beautifully dark blue here so - still singing - i wonder:

if the full moon makes people act crazy

what does it do with madmen

because i feel a strange peace

the only thing i cannot figure is
if it's the one of a seventy-year-old
or
the one of a newborn

~ it hurts ~

it's all part of the freak show

~ it is not sound ~

an illuminative, hypercreative night resulted in changing the topis of my master thesis that i've been preparing for almost two years. no saami.
ulver is the new day.

and there was darkness in the heart of light.
and there was light in the heart of darkness.

a promise
of a lifetime

never recorded

~ the girl with the gun ~

he knows well his wicked ways
a course of bitterness
a grudge held from his childhood days
as if life had loved him less




this feather saved my life one november night.
it won't fall from the clear sky again.

reading down his list of names
he ticks them one by one
he points the barrel at the sky
firing shots off at the sun

for a girl that shoots at snowflakes -
is there a way to turn the curse?

~ unsilence ~

bridges we under the veil of night

thrown over to each other
are now torn by the dawn

two heads i bought on arvika's flea market, the ones from one of the previous entries. just painted. arionized.
day and night. the dichotomy that fascinates me and always makes me wonder.
i broke munch's moon on night's forehead and made the motive more mine. dunno if she cries with falling stars. i let it remain so.
and both marked with hour 12, the most dual hour on the clockplate. at least that's how i experience it. the brightest day and the deepest night. yet both faces are identical, only painted differently. and both have their centres in the very same hour, though completely contradictory, it's situated in the same place and described by the same word.

i'm so away today.