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"hon sa: blue collie. she said: det är en blå kollie." and disappeared downhill. and then the music started to play.
if you need a key to this dream, please follow this path of important moments: to suddenly realize that the day of my birth is now closer to the outbreak of the first world war than to this day today. staring, sceptical, at that photo showing gavrilo princip getting arrested in sarajevo: is this where i belong? and then looking out on the street where i breathe and dream every day: and what's that? in another time & space: lying on the floo of that old worn-down hornstull-apartment with no heat listening to lou reed's street hassle: over and over again until we fell asleep...sitting beside anders johansson in that old blue volvo driving through the woods at björkmarken, finnerödja:
disowning ourselves.
seeing wojciech pszoniak: play the part of maximilen robespierre in wajda's movie danton. leaving a party to watch a performance with the combo harry crews starring lydia lunch: twenty years or so ago: anger, volume, take-no-shit-what-so-ever, realizing that no one can live without "art" whether you like it or not. convincing myself that it was helena eriksson: dressed in high suede boots and similar mini-skirt sitting next to me in a small café inside the big library convention in gothenburg and instantly being aware that one can get addicted to poetry without understanding it,
or even reading it.
"an einem tag im frühling klopft das glück an deine tür, und die welt erstrahlt in goldnen schein. dann reich dem glück die hände, lass es nie mehr fort von dir, schliess es fest für immer bei dir ein."
(b. balz 1902-88)
love-hate-beauty: henning-ekman: banketten (terrafilm)
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