Vejret. Og Julen! Og... Noget? Vistnok.

EvigForårsGlad. Helt ud af det blå, kommer vores lille heltinde. (M//k selvfølgelig! Politisk Korrekset! Men hunkøn er hun altså, og glad for det.) Evigglad!

We had our first of many definite final meetings at Stonehenge version '18. The last updates before a battle. That was no battle. Only switching to pure fiction. End of reality. Maybe like the druids in the past. If they did meet. If not, the more appropriate: Also fiction. I was a bit emotional. So close to my dear and loyal friends. Also the ones the story hadn't created yet: Dear and loyal. Like the "I" that was more me than I. Like Laurie, Senhor Passo, the whole gang. And the extras waiting for their cue. If the story would give them a line. We all joined hands and jumped into my pool of imagination. Well, no. Not really. I made that bit up. That's what I do. Only this time I was a little anxious. A hidden agenda in my mind. Or in. Somewhat stupid. A hidden agenda, yeah right: Not at all! It was in my thoughts. As my figures and the story. So of course they knew. No thought can be hidden among thoughts. Still, I wasn't sure how they'd react. Our story had to be postponed about a month. But hey, they knew. And told me, or I told "I", or… You know! The story would unfold and be alive anyway. No matter what matter. I rediscovered: The story was actually and always ahead of me. We, in front of that Stonehenge version '18, allowed me a short detour: https://www.facebook.com/events/339594393188134/ I promised, during my being absent-minded, that I'd finish my "Part 4" of 'Klynk & Ynk': That WILL be posted… #mantelmomento #danielmantel #afladninger #udenfilter #åbybibliotek #laurieandthestoryof + #primeiroproximopasso (Will return; actually not away, just deeper in fiction...) #aakb #volume2 #maxmadsen #stonehenge #thisisjustacirclebeingclosedcalledAfladningerstartedatDokk1throughKulturmødetMorstonowÅbylibraryasoneyearofAfladningeronAfladningerifthatmakessenseifnotthencomeandseeforyourself (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Stonehaven)

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)

This one is without the little usual more or less stupid small / short story. It is just another sunset in Castelo de Vide. Words seems not necessary. (And be warned: next I'll post a short video with... Sheep!) #castelodevide #justanothersunset #sunrays #altoalentejo #life #beingalive #feelingalive #coreofliving #being #somewhereelse #laurieandthestoryof (Is somewhere in that sunset...) #living #grateful #andwhateverhashtagiuseitwillnotcoverthefeelingofbeingalivethatigetwheniexperiencesunsetslikethisdayafterdayandevenmorebeautifuldaysandnightsforwhichicantthankthistownanditspeopleenough (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento #danielmantel #primeiroproximopasso (Even he is also present...) (her: Castelo de Vide)

Including myself...

“People never learn anything by being told. They have to find out for themselves.”

—

Paulo Coelho

POETIK. POETIK   Ord er altid Et for meget Og aldrig nok   Tanken før Den første Skal ikke tænkes…

Lænestolen.

Gud har brug for sin sky. Der er en Algade i hver en by. Selv regn søger ly. Vinduesviskere med monterede vinduesviskere med monterede vinduesviskere med… fortsæt selv, helt tilbage til lænestolen på skyen. Min lænestol!!! (Nuppede den mens Gud og Algade gik en tur på stranden. Ha!) Hver en tråd i denne kender mig; giver mig tanker til tale. Hvis det ikke var for stolens vævede mønster, ville…

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Writer’s Curse

Writer’s Curse

You start with a thought,      a word,           a sentence,                a verse.                     Then you curse.

You work on grammar,      syntax,           synonyms,                meter,                     then you have a rhyme.

You struggle with meaning,      homonyms,           depth,                time                     why not be retro.

You try to rhyme orange,      banal,           succor,                rose.                     Why rhyme rose? I think I’ll do prose.

You take the paper; cross out,      replace,           erase,                wad it up and throw it out.                     Then you shout it out.

You grab a new thought, piece of paper,      new words,           cup of coffee.                new verse,                     And that is the writer’s curse.

K. C. Barry

I don't want safety. I make the impossible!

“People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.”

— Neil Gaiman

ForårsMorgenKaffe. Et punkt i tid og rum vælges, benævnes så 'start'. En start, starten, alternativt 'begyndelsen', men det har en klang af noget episk.