29.6.03

N�, nu blev det bedre i hvert fald.
�v jeg er ligesom Ron ikke s�rlig tilfreds med Bloggers nye system. Og jeg mistede alle mine links ved at �ndre formatet og arkivet virker ikke ordentligt og det er temmelig grimt. Hvilket jeg m� �ndre engang ved lejlighed, men jeg orker det ikke.
Gary er ved at l�se Seven Pages Missing. L�s med!

27.6.03

Oh Oslo, oh Oslo

11.6.03

today I mistook heart for water
today I wondered about the water purifier for a long time

9.6.03

today I was offered opium on the Bowery

3.6.03

Postkort fra Lulu.

2.6.03

Guardian har en artikel om den skotske avantgardener Ian Hamilton Finlay.
P� et stort ubebygget omr�de p� markerne er der en, der samler gamle biler og bilvrag sammen og presser dem i en maskine og stiller dem i t�rne, de h�je formationer lyser herover som en markblomst. Om natten er der stadig farver, lysende str�ler, blomstringen standser ikke. Om dagen kommer opk�bere og g�r som jordb�rplukkere, der hver har medbragt sin egen kurv til plantagen, rundt mellem vognene og skruer dele l�s, et sidespejl, en hjulkapsel, glasset fra en baglygte. En bil beskadiget i en ulykke, den er skrotningsmoden. Nu efterplantes friske minutter igen.
Blomster

1.6.03

New York City - A Question of Preparedness
Pejk Malinovski, 27, a writer who was entering the City Hall station yesterday, said transit workers fleeing instead of helping passengers in an emergency would be "pretty stupid."
ohne gew�hr som de altid siger p� tysk tv.
(uden gev�r?)
Nature was a grand experience. People gathered
in eager bands, thus there were many bicycles. They leaned
against each other in tender ways and people noticed.
Violins even. Or it could have been train tracks singing
underneath the weight of the train behind the forest. Someone says
did we remember this or that. Someone else yes yes
but as the years pass we forget the picnic basket we so enjoyed.
Einbildungsroman
During an orgy a man turns towards a woman:
What are you doing after the orgy? We're like frenchmen
in France all day long, we expound eternity, we expand
vegetable gardens. Why do we play ping pong in the dark?
It looks good in a poem? Why do we ring
bells? What were you saying just now? No, not that,
the other thing. Who's that inside me like a bell?
Pejk Malinovski: Einbildungsroman