MØNSTER # 2 / LØRIK

Oh no, not again. Annoying! It still takes him by surprise. And gets harder, almost making him wonder if it's worth it. Dragging his barefooted soul up. Again. But if he doesn't, his soul will freeze and might wander off, find a random pair of shoes, no matter how he'll then look and be looked upon. Not that he cares much, and less for each time. With a tired sigh he starts. Only three steps, but each one making the soles of his feet bleed. Why is it so important? To stand on top of something, pretending to be at the top of something. United body and soul; a fictional construction anyway. Just looking the part. And to be able to overlook whatever: He lost interest in that whatever many steps ago. But, and with boredom, he, his soul and bare feet, will get there. Out of breath, he'll squeeze into those shoes. And will again be firmly rooted. Unable to move, but an example of achievement. He's quite disgusted with himself. Careful! That could make him misjudge, stumble, slip... He really can't cope with just one additional step. But he'll get there. And the shoes might not be too uncomfortable: He'll fit the expected posture. Again. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter (As always, somehow:) #laurieandthestoryof & #primeiroproximopasso #steps #shoes #reality #fiction #postures #soul #fuckedup #tired #pretending #iftheshoefits #stupidity #meandmymind #ladder #seeingthrough #sotiredofthewaysinthecirclesimovearoundinandtheeverongoingattempttobethenewestofthenewestorsomethingonthetopoftherankingthateveryonedeniesexistbutisafactsoobviousthatitsalmostfunny (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: 22below)

You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

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... And you still think you are. In control. Even when letting go...

There once was a huge empty warehouse. It was bored. And often wondered why it wasn't used. It had space enough for almost anything, even other warehouses. Solid and weatherproof too, all made of reinforced concrete. It felt so hollow and hungry, but only echoes of nothing didn't fill it. Then one fine day, or just a random indifferent day, Senhor Primeiro Próximo Passo passed by. He had some time off from his own story, and killed it by a stroll through reality. Himself being fictive, he felt the immense pain from the crying warehouse. He hesitated and slowed down, not really caring, as selfish and lacking empathy as he was. And btw still is. It's his given role, and it actually suits him fine. But for once, an annoying urge to help came out of nowhere. Maybe from inside the stupidly empty sealed concrete box of a warehouse. Senhor Passo shrugged and came up with a solution. Hey you most brainless of all concrete boxes, why haven't you any doors? Ever thought that might be the problem, you dumbass? The warehouse almost cracked its concrete walls in joy, while Senhor Passo continued, shaking his head. Immediately the warehouse made not one, but two doors. Just to be sure. But years went by, and nothing happened. What the warehouse hadn't realized, was that reality needs clear and distinctive signs: Entrance and exit! Otherwise reality gets confused and scared. No evident entrance! No obvious exit! What a frightening thought for reality. So now the huge warehouse has two unmarked and unused doors. It is a very sad story. Luckily, it's only fiction. Don't let it fool you, that you can touch the weeping box: It's just somebody's imagination. Even adding tears running down the concrete. That's almost fictive overkill… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #warehouse #doors #reality #fiction #prose #howalmostanythingcanfitintothatnovelinprogressthatwillturnouthavingalmostanythinginit (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: My Mindful Spirit)

LYRIK / DANISH POETRY (Sorry...) LARVEFODSPOR Fosterstilling Forstærket fastlåst Lag på lag på Mumieskal med jordemoder Proces Under stadig nedlukning Hastighed baglæns opbremsning Nær nul men altid kun nærmere Fem årtier Hjernebølger mod klippekyst Vandet skraber tiden væk Som det ikke mere står skrevet Spor Kravles frem på overfladen Stillingen går i kramper og tanker Tvinger underjordisk kejsersnit Form Kæmper med eller mod indhold Antallet af vindmøller vokser som vingeslag Overhaler tiden går i fosterstilling Kejsersnit og kuvøse Sarkofagen er færdigc Hver en vindmølle Finder sin fosterstilling Forpupning forpestes Monstrøsitet er knap et ord Vindmøllers vinger Skærer en slutning #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #lyrik #poesi #laurieandthestoryof -has nothing to do with this! Or...? #gellerup #brabrand #larvefødder #acompletelyoneofffrommymainwritingbutwtfjustsorryidontbothertranslateintoenglish... (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: END)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/vingefanget/ (Danish prose, sorry... We're only bout 6 millions that can read that...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/vingefanget/ #stupidity #chicken #beheaded #headoff #survival #braindead #cover #sanity #shitstorm #adultbabies #undercover #fiction #prose #headless #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #whenashitstormofstupidityforcesyoutoturnintoachickenandgetyourheadchoppedoffjusttohideitunderawingtoprotectyourfictionalworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Under Cover)

Kattetur-retur. For en del år siden, måske helt tilbage til før vi blev ældre, gik vi en tur.

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Juleeventyr. Sådan ca., ok knap nok, men...

Gennem efterhånden mange år, har det enkelte år mindre og mindre at sige. Vi, nogle af os, klamrer os til hver eneste dag. Vi vil så gerne nå igennem til natten og nok en dag, det er i sig selv et mål. Engang måtte der også gerne være noget i de dage. Bare ét eller andet. Og en del længere tilbage var nætterne også med et indhold, udover søvn. Eller søvnløshed. Der er en slags søvn, en drøm, et…

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He looked out over the valley, all the way to the next range of low mountains. Against the sky he could just see the castle about ten miles deeper into the countryside. Or into the wild, as civilization got scarce further up on the high plains. He loved that view. Went to have a look every day. He had just left his favorite café, belly filled with good solid local food and cheap beer. His intention was to get to that castle in the horizon. There should be a tiny village too,clinging to the edge of what must be an abyss-like fall, from that highest point in the region. But he hesitated. It would be more than half a day of walking, more or less cross-country, and now the afternoon-heat was at its highest. He convinced himself, that it would be certain sunstroke if not suicide to set out today. He thought of the café, one more cold beer, and shrugged. He had no time-schedule, what was the hurry? It was an easy decision. Maybe tomorrow. He simply assumed that tomorrow would be at his service. Why not? It had been there, ready for him, every morning for so many years. Tomorrow it was! While going back for that cold beer, he was content with himself. He would start out early. That made much more sense. Tomorrow. Life's easy, he thought. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (The area where...) #serradesaomamede #marvão #castelodevide #tomorrow #foolingyourself #easyliving #decisions #daysgoneby #time #iftomorrowcomes #onedaycloser #inthemorning #whatif #hesitate #thisistheareawheresomeofmynovelwilltakeplacebutwhoreallycaresimnotsureidoso (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Serra de São Mamede)