Poem 27: went to clean the house burned it down in stead buddha screaming at me keep it simple you should only own 6 things he must have meant 5 matches and a matchbox but thats history now thats to be written down and forgotten

Poem 26: some one once told me just pray and i did and they did answer and love became hatred became nothing and rain fell at some funeral and made peoples clothes heavy and no one seems to remember when i ask why

Som Anders Lund Madsen siger her: I en digital virkelighed er følelserne selvfølgeligt konge fordi det er langt hurtigere at tilfredsstille nogen med følelser end med viden. Det tager lang tid at foklare en atomreaktor, det tager kort tid at forklare ... [følelser].

P1 Debat | Magtfulde influencere? | DR LYDhttps://www.dr.dk/lyd/p1/p1-debat/p1-debat-2025/magtfulde-influencere-11162501165

Fahrenheit 451: "It is computed that eleven thousand persons have at several times suffered death rather than submit to break eggs at the smaller end." Mildred sat across the hall from him. "What does it mean? It doesn’t mean anything! The Captain was right!"

Poem 25: im happy letters dangling from a tree a cat under reaching for them with her paw like in some youtube video we cant spell anything anymore but mind less joy

Postbudet vs. superhelte og eventyr. Men ikke mindre fængslende. Max på nostalgi. Og dejligt oplæst og skrevet af Anne von Sperling!

En venlig offentligt ansat, der er en overraskende konkurrent til børnekulturens magiske væsnerhttps://www.information.dk/kultur/2025/04/venlig-offentligt-ansat-overraskende-konkurrent-boernekulturens-magiske-vaesner

Mystisk billede/guide fundet på Mastodon. Måske fra reddit. How to turn your landlord into a tent. In 4 easy steps!

Poem 24: two writers of poetry sitting in a cellar drink ing poison why would the sun obliterate itself into the horizon with nobody there to write about it im still awake still sitting in a bar seeking people so i can ex plain the end of the uni verse

Imperium Del 1 og 2 Folket står på mine skuldre Staterne lukrerer på mine ideer Dovenskab får verden til at smuldre Jeg vil forandre, skabe mere og mere Overlad universet til mig og min ånd Lad mig skabe den bedste version Befri dig selv fra demokratiets bånd Lad os skabe en helt fri kryptounion

Digte/Imperium Del 2https://dk.brkmnd.com/TeksterVis/767

Poem 23: how can you win when theres no one around who can lose im writing some distant relative asking him how to cook a rat inviting him over for dinner telling him not to put on anything special but a happy face

Weirdly down to earth answering of questions regarding dictatorship. Implicitly connected to the current state of the world. And even though I kind of hate youtube. I mean, no one who doesn't know this already, will ever watch the video.

Poem 22: they took our guitar gave us a rifle instead told us to shoot the play wright theres nothing to sing about but the alleys echoing and mute birds on the street lights a bus that leaves full of people and comes back empty

Poem21: one great man is all it takes we will spend our lives waiting im sitting on a bench in the mall browsing the page of a supermarket on my phone picturing a truck dumping food into the harbor a man standing in front of me telling me ill just have to wait for my chance

Liste af tilfældigheder: - Lavindkomst - Kraveben - Motorsagkynding - Erektion - Toiletstol Men lister er der jo ikke noget tilfældigt over. Og kan noget planlagt indeholde noget tilfældigt? Nej. Altså liste af utilfældigheder. Fordærv af tilfældighed. Påskelist.

Poem 20: what has the world come to an end to all those apocalyptic prophecies people seem to fear being alive just to face some one with a semi automatic down the mall or an elected push ing the button more than death

Poem 19: some one was singing anti war songs down on the street corner but no one cares for music anymore you can win or lose in a bet and you can hope the bullet will never reach the chamber but you cant outrun what already has been written

Du har masser af energi. Medicinen virker. Du sover ikke. Dagene og nætterne flyder sammen. Det ene øjeblik er du uovervindelig. En gud. Det næste kravler du grædende henover køkkengulvet. Du kombinerer det gamle med det nye. Et renæssancemaleri du tørrer dit blodige ansigt af i.

First lines of The Waste Land - aptly start: April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers.

Poem 18: mary had a bull doser she drove off a cliff laugh ing what a sad story

DR har lagt en masse gammelt gøgl ud. Heriblandt Banjos Likørstue. Nostalgi til op under øjenlågene. Og! Sæson 1, episode 6, og fundet er den rundbarberende rap med Tågemund, Pappa Puhæg og ... Og vuf! hvorfor kikker du straks i min pibe? Er det fordi jeg røger laks i min pibe? Score.

DRTV - Banjos Likørstuehttps://www.dr.dk/drtv/se/banjos-likoerstue_150373

Poem 17: for what it is worth dont run naked down the streets with the air raid sirens ripping your flesh off down to the bones stay in bed and make that last kiss last in stead

Poem 16: if you look close enough patterns will emerge re calculating trajectory a child falling from an apple tree symbols around her neck a rattle snake a scream pounding leaves into dust

Poem from the movie Pi (1998): Personal note. When I was a little kid, my mother told me not to stare into the sun. So once, when I was six, I did. The doctors didn't know if my eyes would ever heal. I was terrified, alone in that darkness.

Pi (1998) 7.3 | Drama, Horror, Mysteryhttps://www.imdb.com/title/tt0138704/?ref_=fn_all_ttl_1

DRs The Pirate Bay. Den der kampagne der var på dvder: you wouldnt steal a car ... piracy is stealing. Fra en artikel af en opensource-nørd: du ejer ikke en dvd. Det gør ophavs(manden). Du må gerne save taget af en bil og låne den ud. Men klippe sit ansigt ind i en film og gøre ditto?

DRTV - The Pirate Bayhttps://www.dr.dk/drtv/serie/the-pirate-bay_492711

Poem 15: some say poetry is about feelings but its the other way around feelings are about poetry people rhyming their way through song after song only to lose it im sitting by the pavement with a tin can as a hat singing my life away

FredagsHoro: Hold godt øje med dine ressourcer. Du hælder salt i såret, men har så ikke nok til maden. Du hælder kul i helvede, men har ikke nok til grillen. Du hælder forbrug i hovedet, men har så ikke noget hoved til når du skal spise. Du har ikke længere sans for dosering.

www er en døgnflue. Var det ikke det Gates sagde? Jeg kom til at tænke på det under noget ai-hejs tidligere. Citatet bliver vist bedre husket end .com-boblen i 90erne. Det er som om vi ser ned på dem der er kritiske overfor fremskridtet, og ikke dem der helt naivt hopper med på det.

IT-boblen - Wikipedia, den frie encyklopædihttps://da.wikipedia.org/wiki/IT-boblen

Poem Fourteen some say the world is coming to an end why do they care they dont really live in it im restless at a diner the waitress is serving me lime pie im picturing her standing with a chainsaw against a tree telling me everything i ever loved will burn

Idris Naim Sahins absurde digt om frihed: Frihed Hvilken frihed taler I om når I klager over at være fængslet? Hvis der ikke er frihed uden for fængslet, så vil det ikke være anderledes indeni. Når I klager, betyder det at der er frihed uden for.

Med deres autoritære liberalisme fører Trump og Musk en falsk frihedskamphttps://www.information.dk/moti/2025/03/autoritaere-liberalisme-foerer-trump-musk-falsk-frihedskamp

Poem 12 - edit1 in the city they got this saying that what you have some one else is missing a home less man gave me money for the ticket in the metro last night ive been dreaming that im waking up in the hospital a nurse standing over me saying i need more sleep