Slutning Mulig.

Hende Laurie… Det første han lærer, er tallet nul. 0. At komme talrækken til bunds. Ovenfra, hvis der er noget op og ned på tal.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

DEN SÆDVANLIGE VRØVLEN OM NOGET SIMPELT.

Det er et ægte mysterium. Detektiven hives frem. Støves af og opdateres; moderne metoder og arbejdslegat fra Statens Kunstfond. Optimale betingelser. Rapporten vil ligge på redaktørens bord til julesalget. Men det er ikke for amatører, det kræver sin mand. Som er en kvinde, gerne inter-skandinavisk. Det har vist sig effektivt. Hun spidser mund og pen,…

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Facebook-Opslag! Affaldscontaineren smasker sammen og begynder at gumle.  Alle gode billeder af børn knases i høj opløsning ind til marv og ben. 

NO! No-no-no! That is NOT right! It's the other way around: Tarmac does not burst up in grass! It is grass that slowly but forceful cracks up through tarmac. This… Thing, is against the natural order of…  Things. It's not normal! And disturbs not only the eyes, but the perception of reality. Tarmac breaking up grass; it must be nothing but an illusion! And certainly not a nice sight or thought. Do something! NOW! My brain got kickstarted, literally, bounced around my skull, tried to come up with a solution. Somehow I was responsible, though I didn't quite know why. Or how. And what to do… It didn't take long, though. To find a possible way through this mess. Quite simple, actually. If it wasn't 'natural', well, then I just had to change what's natural and not. A question of perception. A slight discrete change of reality, or view of. Putting minds at ease by introducing a grain of fiction. Only small alterations; keeping reality real… In their minds. Not making people feel as part of an imagination. My imagination. Inserting a few tiny changes without being invasive. They wouldn't feel a thing… And last of all being manipulated. No; when messing around with reality, and especially others, you have to be careful not being caught in the act. It was almost too easy. A few thoughts or rather ways of thinking, smoothly laid out as a filter on that tarmac/grass-incident. The relief in their eyes! The many faces changing from deep concern and disbelief to "ahh! -just that", and small recognizing smiles. Yes of course, the usual thing. When tarmac grows up through grass. It happens. It's the way of a natural world. Some slight nodding, and the high-pitched worried voices moved on. It's almost too easy… With just a little bit of fiction. I wondered if I should follow their new reality. Sooner or later they would see grass breaking through tarmac. Then what? And would it be my problem again? Guess so. When reality can't cope… #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/27/asfaltgraes/ (Long version in danish…) #tarmac #grass #reality #fiction #whatever #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso

Tidsskriftet Aa...

Tidsskriftet Aa…

Eget foto / Tænkt illustration / Bidrag til Tidsskriftet Aa: Nummer 2 / “SURREELT”: https://tidsskriftetaa.wordpress.com/

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#https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ Danish. English version: This is just some trees. Looks like olive trees. And grass, a bit other dried out bushes, and a hillside. That's all. But not that's all like in "nothing else"? That is all like in ALL. Everything. I can't proof it, ofcourse. It's just my opinion. I sure don't expect others to understand. Actually, it's a selfie. I'm there, in one of the shadows. Sitting under one of those trees. You might not be able to see me. That's nothing new. But I'm right there. Don't wanna be anywhere else. That's all. And that IS really all. Not enough for you? Guess not. I couldn't care less. Selfish? Very! But about time. And I think, my opinion only, that you don't care either. Not really. Then it gets almost funny: Ok, you might be indifferent. Well, how much do you think I care about that? A competition of not caring. Take a look at my selfie: I'm gone ages ago. About time. Careless, carefree, only me and nothing else. But everything. THAT'S ALL! #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2018/06/13/skygge-lys/ #selfie #altoalentejo #castelodevide #olivetrees #careless #selfish #myworld #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #gone #nowisthetime #dontevencareenoughtomakeanymorehashtagsbutiamtherenomatterwhereelseimightbeseenandamashappyascanbe (her: Alto Alentejo (intermunicipal community))

QUIZ...

QUIZ…

QUIZ MED TYNDT LITTERÆRT LAG FERNIS.

Her er 3 tekster. 3 påstande, relativt kortfattede. Én hører til det viste foto. De 2 andre har et fiktivt forhold til billedet; ren løgn. Tre tekster, selvstændige eller afsnit fra noget andet. Hvoraf de 2 altså er misvisende. De kan høre til noget andet, eller ikke. Det er uvedkommende. Yderligere påstande har intet med dette at gøre, skulle de snige sig…

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EFTER 2023 KOM...

Her skulle egentlig være en fortælling. Der også skulle være en nytårshilsen. Med variationer, afhængig af modtager.  Det med en hilsen omkring det nye år, ja det er vist noget sent.  Men også vanligt herfra, altså forsinkelse, så med lidt god vilje…  Fortællingen var dén om årene der lige mødes, sådan på vej ud og på vej ind. Det er der ikke noget nyt i, bortset fra at der vist aldrig er…

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FIKTION.

(“Mod Kernen” note 2…)

Nu siver vi gennem glasset. Forbavsende let, begge lag hjælper lidt til. Skubber blødt på. Ikke noget med at splintres eller hvad vinduer plejer. Et øjeblik hænger vi, lige udenfor, med ryggen mod det bløde glas, intet at holde fast i. Vi kigger ned fra sjette sal på fliser og beton, mærker næsten faldet begynde. Før billedet af vores kvaste kroppe når at blive til, mærker…

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Som var ord...

Som var ord…

Hov, undskyld. Der var lige et slip, et sug i maven, en bid afstand, en mundfuld tomhed. Et rum imellem eller et hul i rummet. Som en gammel radios vaklen mellem to stationer. Den svage knitren eller susen eller hvem der hørte det hvordan, var lyden af en hurtig men holdbar sammensvejsning. Eller en zappen fra en stor finger, sådan stikkende ned fra en sky på en skyfri himmel, det må man gerne…

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