Translation from swedish Pontus Landstrom.


Town 1-3

1.



there is no transparency here
no place offered
everything a montage
of sound
abundance
churches
faces
crushed contexts
life pushed against surfaces
does back flips
in long rows
there is something merciless around
which makes the thought of depth
an antiquated idea



2.



and so I search my language
out of it
where some form of life
existed
mysteries mysticism
the cemented town
as protective wave breakers
for that
wanting to
seep in
seep out
the language in heaven
black ravens bear
my heart
the magnet`s involuntary longing
to interpret



3.



from a height watching over town
with the eye of God
EVERYTHING
neon split open shows façade
the gaze cannot be clearer than this
tonight
tram number three
circulates the town
but can never close the circle
tracks
parallels
like the smell of a shooting star
wishes
dreams
journeys
into the crackled
in the tiny tiny cracks
to leave its impression
an imprint
and the question
how this could be
listens
hear a wheezing lung
but it was
the sound of heartbeats that I sought








Poetry by Bjarne Nordbö
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Written on 2009-03-29 at 18:23

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