There's been no blogpost in ages. I owe those of you who read it an apology and an explanation.
I'm realizing that this blog has almost served it's purpose. I want to take a different - and anonymous - approach to blogging. I'm not closing this one down - I might still find use for it - but for the time being, it's on standby.
Thanks for everything so far. I'm so grateful for all comments.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Tiny boats stuck in green goo. Imagine if it was scaled 1:1 - wouldn't want to sail into that icky stuff. But I like the small, colorful boats. Wonder how they got there - childrens project or art?
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Monday, June 20, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
'War is contempt for life'
It's from a norwegian song that's very beautiful. I always remember those lines.
Other words of wisdom...
But my favorite was this:
"I am an EAGLE! - watch out <3"
Hope your weekend so far has been good. Tomorrow is a national holiday in Denmark - yay!
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Saturday, June 11, 2011
I love the streetname - Naboløs. I'd translate it to 'neighborless' in the meaning 'no neighbors'. I wonder how the name originated...
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Monday, June 6, 2011
On a quiet night, the old themepark can be a magical refugee in the city.
Thanks too all who reads along. It's been fun so far, so I'll keep at it.
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Sunday, June 5, 2011
And oh yes, I do all my gardening in turqouise heels.
Hope you've had a great weekend.
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
It was a pretty spontanious idea to see it, so getting home and googling it, I found this interesting theory - that Banksy in reality is the moviedirector Thierra Guetta. Or that Thierry is a fictional character created by Banksy. Funny no matter what.
But no mention of Banksy without some Banksy art...
There is always hope
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Monday, May 23, 2011
1958 - 1986
"Now I can fly"
Those are the alleged last words of danish poet Michael Strunge.
I pass that little sign every day.
I don't read his poems any more, but he used to mean a lot to me. I would sit in my teen bedroom, listening to troubled music, reading troubled writings by troubled heroes and expose my troubled young heart in poor, but troubled, poetry in my treasured little black china-book. I'd have candlelights. I'd smoke out of the window. Sometimes I'd sneek into the kitchen when everybody else had gone to bed and pour myself some red wine. I'd ache.
I miss those private, secret hours, looking out into the black forestnight. But I don't miss the chaos inside of me.
I've made a meek translation of one of his poems:
Armed with these
the words of the wings
ready to float.
I dive out
from the crystaltower
and I stretch myself out
over the horizon
with the brain in the heart of the world.
Through darkness, through light
Through glowing cities at night.
Through dreams, through emotions
Through sensing scenery in now -
through the day and night my flight goes on
through the clock, through the sight.
(To read it in danish, click here.)
(To read it in danish, click here.)
He was such a handsome man. He was only - the infamous - 27 years old when he jumped out of the window of the building, that I pass every day on my bike...
P.s. The post-title is one of Michaels titles.
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Sunday, May 22, 2011
Apparently, Copenhagen's been visited by Animal... must be the one from The Muppets Show, right? Seems like the type of character who'd tag his name on an old bridge.
Here he is in action, giving the last magical touch to a nice rendition of Habanera from Bizets 'Carmen'.
Hope you had a great weekend.
at 10:32 PM
Thursday, May 19, 2011
I got seasick from watching it(!), but other than that, I though it was a good movie. Not amazingly von Trier-esque, but good, beautiful and thoughtprovoking. Definatly a different sort of apocalyptic story - refreshing.
I'm really tired today, but by sheer luck I had to drink coffee for two hours due to something workrelated. Not amazing coffee, but it's kept me going - until now. Yawn! I'm gonna make me some tea, slize up some pineapple and cosy up with a movie that I can fall asleep to. Tomorrow is a national holiday in Denmark - yay! (But still, I have to make an interview at 10.15 am...)
The music in 'Melancholia' is the prelude from Wagners 'Tristan and Isolde'. I don't like opera, but I adore Wagners music when there's no singing. It's so powerful. The way the music is used in the movie is quite hardcore.
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