Come to the edge. We might fall. Come to the edge. It’s too high! COME TO THE EDGE! And they came and he pushed and they flew …. on Apollinaire Christopher Logue (1926-) «Come to the edge» (1996)
Äppelträd och korsbärsträd i blom hjälper orten att sväva i den ljuva smutsiga majnatten, vit flytväst, tankarna går vida. Gräs och ogräs med tysta envisa vingslag. Brevlådan lyser lugnt, det skrivna kan inte tas tillbaka. Mild kylig vind går genom skjortan och trevar efter hjärtat. Äppelträd och körsbärträd, de skrattar tyst åt Salomo de blommar […]
Der vælded en Sang i den Skog bag Skoge, det var som en Sanger raadløst forgik. Og Fillerne flød som den Sangers Knoge og Galskabens Stjærner stod i hans Blik. Der flagred en maaløs Rædsel i Skoge af Tonen som ud af hans Strube sprang, og Dyrene bort ifra Marken droge; men Skogen den hørte […]
I could not keep your hands in my own, I failed the salt tender lips, so I must wait now for dawn in the timbered Acropolis. How I loathe the ageing stockades and their tears. The Acheans are constructing the horse in the dark, hacking out the sides with their dented saws. Nothing quiets the […]
I diktningen: Lægge stoffet bort en stund for at glemme alle de fristende smaa forgreningene, sindet var inde paa, og falde tilbake på princippet – at glemme alle stierne, en vilde ind paa, og falde tilbake på Kongeveien. Notater fra en digters værksted
Med hver en ven falder der en barrière mellom os og døden. Det viser sig at vi ubevist har brugt dem som bolværk mot mørket. Olaf Bull
The fate of poetry depends on whether such a work as Schiller’s and Beethoven’s «Ode to Joy» is possible. For that to be so, some basic confidence is needed, a sense of open space ahead of the individual and the human species. How did it happen that to be a poet of the twentieth century […]
Who is the third who walks always beside you? When I count there are only you and I together But when I look ahead up the white road There is always another one walking beside you. T.S. Eliot The Waste Land (1922)
My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the day time, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent. But thou art holy, O thou that inhabitest the […]
24:3 And as he sat upon the mount of Olives, the disciples came unto him privately, saying, Tell us, when shall these things be? and what shall be the sign of thy coming, and of the end of the world? 24:4 And Jesus answered and said unto them, Take heed that no man deceive you. […]
