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Ja, enig! Super titel - hvornår kommer der nogen kapitler Theresa? 🙂
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Shirley Ankerstjerne
2018-04-24 06:15:33
Godmorgen allesammen, så blev jeg alligevel færdig med min samling i går aftes, og den er nu sendt ind til et forlag. Den fik ny titel (igen), men tror den er ret rammende, den kommer til at hedde: "Bryd ikke sammen bryd ud". Det er en lyrisk kortprosasamling for unge udsatte, så er spændt på hvad der nu skal ske med den. Og så er jeg på Sjælland pt, har været til konfirmation, mine venners 14 årige datter er blevet vild med mine tekster, så jeg blev inviteret med som en overraskelse 😀 Hun hvinede og græd da hun så mig hehe, dejligt med en fan, det er det der giver mig mod og lyst til at skrive videre <3 Fortsat god tirsdag til alle 🙂
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Soleima Sand
2018-04-23 08:48:25
POST CARD Dear H. Way, Cc Mr & Mrs Swan Muscle You thought me incapable, and I proved you wrong. Neither of us lose, we both win, each our own way. The way we were weren’t really good enough for either of us. You told me this yourself, long ago. Then, I couldn’t be convinced. But today, having experienced another day, with you, by the sea, I know now. We are inseparable. In a most beautiful manner, our pitter patter take us in circles, perhaps not strictly speaking, more like a water tornado, spiralling down and under, creating a secret passage to the land og shells. You also didn’t believe me then, like I hadn’t believed you in other matters, though now you do. I do too. Too many times, and not because of the whiskey, have we taken this path and seen amazing things happen right before of third eyes. Together. Just now, since a few minutes, we have been sailing, on the back of each our own swan. I met them long ago, and have seen them thousand of times, but only now do they let me onto them. I didn’t really understand at first. The male swan, sort of rised up, and spread his wings out wisely, widely, while looking intently at me. I thought he felt threatened, so I sat still as a mouse, and so did you. But he slowly moved closer while winging it, until he stood next to me with his side opening up to us. I kind of understood, and so did you. You kept whispering it to me. Look, he wants uou to climb up. He wants you to climb up! So we did, me on he, you on her. And they took off, in a really most beautiful curve, out and around while rising like the sun on earth day. It is an amazing feeling to see everything from high up. You are laughing all the time. You look so happy. I am slowly understanding my luck. Smilingly, I let go. And though this isn’t down under, it’s up n’ over, the view is equally wonderful and mezmerising. I have flown many times in my life, but never like this, with the wind sweeping my face, with my arms around the most beautiful and elegant muscle, stretching gracefully into the blue, making a most peculiar sound, I cannot repeat it. It’s not embarassing, just not spellable. Like a sound from the platonic chora, a presymbolic space, full of affect and multitudes of synchronicities. I love the symbol. But this prelinguistic area, like an unknow parable, a myth in its own right, before the phallus sets in and orders each of us in its categorial genus, is liberation without borders. An Aladin’s cave from heaven. Each swan is still making their sound, sort of flying in a direct line, towards the warmer south. At least you seem to think so, heaving of heat, while throwing off shoes, socks, sweater and hat. I feel like doing the same, and slowly I lose my anxiety from letting my hands off of the muscle, and slowly I manage to take off shoes and socks, only to cling tightly again afterwards. At one point, they fly side by side, just close enough for us to hold hands. If any one had seen us, they wouldn’t know our age. Nor that we were there. Apologies, that was a strange construction of words. A weird thought. A self conscious one, I think. Never mind, I let go of that too, almost forgetting, I - we have a memory too. Thank you for the ride, mr and mrs Swan Muscle, I look forward to do it again. Soon. Thank you for helping H. Way and I, to understand who we are to one another. We couldn’t have done it without you. Love #Sea
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Malene Agnethe Klein
2018-04-23 08:19:06
Jeg har lige oprettet mit næste projekt: Ved Babylons floder. Tjek det ud!
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Heidi Bobjerg
2018-04-20 09:52:59
Jeg har lige oprettet mit næste projekt: Nordpå. Tjek det ud!
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