~ nordtatt: et eeventyr i et halvkapitel ~

inappropriate? it's just a matter of definition.

let's go iron pancakes.
let's go.

~ not saved ~

the blinding white
so far behind
i am
and running
over idle ground

danced with wolves.

the dark is rising.

~ than the dark ~

FUCKIN' HEAVEN TO KINGDOM COME

~ østenfor sol ~

og vestenfor måne

kveldssanger cradling.
they are the music i missed walking to the university that silvery morning. all the whiteness on the madrass - it's frost.

the wanderer
must love all seasons

dit kommer du sent eller aldri

~ 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

~ like music ~

there's a blind violinist living beneath my parents' new flat
i always wonder
if my awkward musical attempts torment him much

i want you to tell me who you are
in your dreams
who's there
is it beautiful?

~ antimatter ~

third hour of sitting at my desk, stirring at these candles and listening to one track only. entranced. sinking deeper into myself.
sounds' fingers make my heart shiver, grasp it then and squeeze till there's not a single drop of blood left inside.

and then it starts beating again
bleeding again
living again

the sun is far away

~ what happened to us ~

love is the law?

emotional cynism. sticky laziness.
odour of half-feeling deadmen made me want to throw up this morning, altogether with all those lifeless emotional compromises. undelicate. able to stain anything with their own cowardice.

my blood denies!
i wanted to cry myself out of my body today.

is there any place to breathe left?
was de sade right: is violence the rule of life?
instead of love.

an overwhelming domination of proofs against my beliefs punches me to the ground with cold cruelty.
i can hear bones crack.
there comes the first drop.
the scale i'm sitting on is racing down.

master, are you taking sides?

~ vigil ~

posłuchaj moich słów
przez uderzenia
i huk powietrza

nie chyl się nad kowadłem
nie kuj klucza do na wpół rozpadłego domu

rzuć młot

patrz jak śrubokręt
mięknie w ogniu

ciesz się blaskiem

sigrid grímsdóttir

shivering.
serenity.