Manifest / Jul '20

On a day like this. Staring back at you. Three writers will break. Their tongues, voices, lips, brains, souls and hearts. Just for you and anyone, on a day like this. Past, present, future. Reality, fiction, hands flat down, going all in, a day like this. Only on a day like… Not necessarily about a day like this. No. That COULD turn out way too much. Like a day. Like this. Quite brave, those three writers. The day says: "Really? On a day like this?" Staring even harder, back at you and anyone. On a day like this. http://www.artgallery-ps.com/exhibitions/kunst-udstillinger.html #psartgallery #popoppoeterne #mantelmomento #petersimonsen #annettepetersen #tomasdalgaard #danielmantel #artgallery-ps #udenfilter #morning #morninghasbroken -And will keep breaking you down into single words. #laurieandthestoryof And #primeiroproximopasso Is living in another world; not like this day. #dawn #lifeinblackandwhite (Literally) #spokenword #readingoutloud #justonemoreday #whytoday #threesome (Not really, but wtf...) #fiction #realitybites #whywedothisweaskourselveseveryminuteofthedayespeciallyadaylikethisbutnoanswercomestomind... (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Art Gallery PS)

https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/foto-med-foelge/ (Prose, in danish...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/09/12/foto-med-foelge/ #fiction #prose #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (This time actually in the story...) #primeiroproximopasso (Senhor Passo also passing by...) #cloudscape #sky #reality #clouds #thispieceofproseisnotonlyindanishbutalsomostlyjustbabblingandclosetononsensesobehappyifyoucannotreaddanish (Usual one-off hashtag...) #picturespeaksathousandwords #whatever #autumnsky #mindscape #meandmystory #storyofmylife (This is actually beginning to take shape: Soon I'll be working on a full-length piece; yes, a novel...) #novelist #workinprogress #enoughhashtags #day #daysgettinglonger #beginning (her: Aarhus, Denmark)

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)

To reflect oneself out of all illusion is not as difficult as to reflect oneself into an illusion.

Søren Kierkegaard, Stages on Life’s Way (via philosophybits)

One more making sense out of the nonsense...

Bogreception https://www.facebook.com/events/2667583279922429/?ti=cl #lukins #olbiński #olbinski #arspicturae #arspoetica #danishenglishpolish #booklaunch #godsbanen #vogn1 https://www.facebook.com/events/2667583279922429/ (her: Godsbanen) https://www.instagram.com/p/BxKMN8DBnro/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=11go93nik3a17

Som var ord... (Uddrag:) 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 tro. Det vigtigste: At få lappet hullet, lagt den smalle kløft hen under en bro, få vognen spændt for hesten, slutningen trukket hen over begyndelsen, hvordan det end dækkes til med klumper af ord: Det blev gjort så skånsomt at det næsten ikke blev gjort. Men det blev det! Et stearinlys der netop er pustet ud, har et kort øjeblik en lille glød på vægen. Dét hastigt svindende lyspunkt sender en tynd stribe op, et signal. Der siger at lyset er slukket. Men også at det kan tændes igen, uden at være gået HELT ud. Altså at samme flamme kan genskabes, hvis man er hurtig. Jaja, man kan altid tænde lyset igen, men så er det anden flamme. En ny og anderledes, ikke den der var. Uanset hvor meget den anstrenger sig for at ligne, og mange lader sig narre. Er man kvik, kan samme flamme gentændes, og måske var det hvad der skete. Eller noget andet, som den guddommelige pegefinger, eller hvad man vælger at se. Eller-eller, det betyder mindre hvordan: Det er nu igen muligt at huske i alle retninger. Uden at gå lige ind i en endevæg eller skvatte over en startlinje. (Forts på): https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=3714839511886745&id=100000821994936 ELLER https://wp.me/p419Yf-ub #mantelmomento #danielmantel #prosa #fiktion #dansk #athuske #RIP #hukommelse #erindringer #slutninger #begyndelser #atfåhevettidligerehusketmedsomhvaddervilblivehusketogsåpåtværsaflivogdød (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Between Dimensions) https://www.instagram.com/p/CL2A_BahmoJ/?igshid=jxjhuh66l2s7

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In the 21st century, they began building pyramids again. It was a decision not really taken by any authority, but it was commonly very popular. It's hard to say if it was caused by lack of believable Gods; many had been worshipped with a huge amount of followers for hundreds if not thousands of years. So maybe it was a response, or rather result, of the increasing single high-rises. Usually placed where they would do most harm. In the sense of being extremely ugly, and at the same time standing so you couldn't get free of the sight. It was a new and very effective form of prisons. You had to either stay inside with curtains drawn, or simply walk around with your eyes closed very hard. To avoid being caught in that devastating ugliness. Maybe that was why. If there had to be those sky-scratching buildings, then why not give them a purpose? Put something inside. So it happened. New pyramids. Filled with whatever you wanted. Your dreams, your destiny, your future… Your freedom. At night they were lit with hope. From and for every single soul. Most about escaping the new high-rise prisons. To live with open eyes. It actually made sense…    #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof (Always...) #primeiroproximopasso (Also...) #udenfilter #pyramids #modernage #belief #buildings #gellerup #highrise #hope #fiction #reality #prose #whythefuckmysmalltownisbeingdestroyedbycommercialhighrisebuildingsisimplycantunderstand (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Aarhus, Denmark)