Få så de kommaer sat rigtigt: Vi skal spise far, mor

Digt fra Campisterne: Hold mig i din blomstrede bøllehat Bøj mig som om jeg var bølgepap Læg mig ned på din luftmadras Og lyn mig ned til det våde græs Se mig i dine aflange solbriller Læn mig mod dine solskoldede baller Duften af afbrændte brændenælder Gi'r mig så'n lyst til at kys' med dig

Poem from Arctic Monkeys and last night: Well, last night these two bouncers And one of 'em's alright, the other one's the scary one His way or no way, totalitarian He's got no time for your looking or breathing How he don't want you to, so step out the queue

Der er oplæsning fra Hvedekorn 2 i år d. 19 maj. Jeg skal ikke selv læse op, men det er der en masse andre seje digtere der skal. Der er i den grad tilmelding her: https://gyldendal.nemtilmeld.dk/164/at-Hvedekorn2/

Poem 30: may the fourth be with you like a news reporter sitting in the back of your head telling you the sun has to shine on the dark side some day that you will go blind in brightness war is repetition a desire to consume

Meme stjålet fra bluesky - hvor det sikkert er stjålet fra reddit osv.

Jeg ser Ballerup Boulevard på dr. Mest fordi vejen er heromme bagved. Det er en bandfilm et sted mellem De skrigende halse og en anden jeg har glemt hvad hedder. NOSTALGI! De kaster en pose frossen fisk over til naboen. Og de har en af de der plastikting der kan holde 10-12 bajere. 5 stjerner!

DRTV - Ballerup boulevardhttps://www.dr.dk/drtv/se/ballerup-boulevard_509057

let the garden stay over grown at least it has grown into some thing i keep receiving pointless numbers turn right in 400m the road stops in 200m 100 people applauding me when i drive off the pier the harbor floor bleeds petrol and then everyone leaves the city in the end

Poem 28: i sat at a desk with you on the other side of it explaining your situation what you have been through waking up some morning bullets shattering the windows hammering into the ceiling every evening i take the bus to somewhere but end up nowhere

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