Poem
Rune Christiansen
LONELINESS MISTAKEN FOR A CLEAR DAY
The snow-covered mountains in the distance are reminiscent of distant, snow-covered mountains, or capitalism, capitalism engulfed by death (can it be said so simply?).
You wait in a white car, the sun floods over the front windscreen and makes the glass soft, in the glove compartment – a postcard:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
No matter: from a great height the blue sky resembles any old desolate expanse.
You wait in a white car, the sun floods over the front windscreen and makes the glass soft, in the glove compartment – a postcard:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
No matter: from a great height the blue sky resembles any old desolate expanse.
© Translation: 2011, David McDuff
ENSOMHET FORVEKSLET MED EN KLAR DAG
ENSOMHET FORVEKSLET MED EN KLAR DAG
De snødekte fjellene i det fjerne minner om fjerne, snødekte fjell, eller om kapitalismen, kapitalismen oppslukt av døden (kan man si det så enkelt?).
Du venter i en hvit bil, solen flommer over frontruten og gjør glasset bløtt, i hanskerommet – et postkort:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
Uansett: fra stor høyde ligner den blå himmelen en hvilken som helst øde strekning.
Du venter i en hvit bil, solen flommer over frontruten og gjør glasset bløtt, i hanskerommet – et postkort:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
Uansett: fra stor høyde ligner den blå himmelen en hvilken som helst øde strekning.
© 2011, Rune Christiansen
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
Publisher: Forlaget Oktober, Oslo
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
Publisher: Forlaget Oktober, Oslo
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LONELINESS MISTAKEN FOR A CLEAR DAY
The snow-covered mountains in the distance are reminiscent of distant, snow-covered mountains, or capitalism, capitalism engulfed by death (can it be said so simply?).
You wait in a white car, the sun floods over the front windscreen and makes the glass soft, in the glove compartment – a postcard:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
No matter: from a great height the blue sky resembles any old desolate expanse.
You wait in a white car, the sun floods over the front windscreen and makes the glass soft, in the glove compartment – a postcard:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
No matter: from a great height the blue sky resembles any old desolate expanse.
© 2011, David McDuff
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
From: Jeg har tenkt meg til de elysiske sletter
LONELINESS MISTAKEN FOR A CLEAR DAY
The snow-covered mountains in the distance are reminiscent of distant, snow-covered mountains, or capitalism, capitalism engulfed by death (can it be said so simply?).
You wait in a white car, the sun floods over the front windscreen and makes the glass soft, in the glove compartment – a postcard:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
No matter: from a great height the blue sky resembles any old desolate expanse.
You wait in a white car, the sun floods over the front windscreen and makes the glass soft, in the glove compartment – a postcard:
VI. Winterkampfspiele, Garmisch-Partenkirchen 1941
No matter: from a great height the blue sky resembles any old desolate expanse.
© 2011, David McDuff
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