Hunger (I-III)
I
But really, the night IS while he eats;
he takes back his eyes
and the boat is blown away by his sight.
Noone will see him, noone.
Anyone could've said that word,
yet: it lingers,
this little mischief, core of the night.
II
Here! Here's the spear, stripped bare.
Well, take it then
- don't you see it's yours?
III
Everything turns brown, brown it turns,
just take the leaves from yesteryear
- and now see: the papers fly away.
But when the flower itself turns to dust,
I suppose everything is disposable.
No; in spite of all I'm like you,
and he's still hungry.
I live with my fair one & two sons in Copenhagen, Denmark. I'm a teacher of Danish & Art at a "gymnasium", which just about resembles "high school". I'm a music-addict, especially addicted to music where the musicians somehow give everything that they got, and to music that surprises you. If I can guess the whole content of a CD (or in my case often LP/78's) by having heard just one track, it normally doesn't interest me much. I play guitar and bass, and have played in a lot of VERY different bands (in just about chronological order): D. Ströyer Band (happeningband crossing e.g. Metallica & Pinocchio), Cross Bones (thrash metal), Cunart (art-lo-fi), Thumult (unplayed deathmetal), Tameless (pop), The Narrow Path (alternative lo-fi rock), Watercry (alternative rock), Poco Loco (samba), Frederiksberg Sambaorkester (samba), Cycle Sound (pop/dance played by all ex-metalheads), Cöpenhagen Wildlife (acoustic duo), Headlights (poprock).Oh yeah, and I've got one of these:....
