Sorry

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.

Love,
Ida

Note-tree

Friday I had to meet a friend at Skt. Hans Torv  - while I waited, I sat by a tree and noticed all these notes. All the notes had different messages on them, and there were felt-markers, so you could write you own message. So I did:

'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! 

Love,

Ida

Unfolding the standards of the dreams

Michael Strunge

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

I stand

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.) 

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...

Love,

Ida

P.s. The post-title is one of Michaels titles. 

Light and infinity

Vast eternity, black clarity and clairoskopic brilliance in rainbowcolored light repeated. And me. And me. And me. Amidst the simple, breathtaking beauty...

I was at Louisiana today. More about that some other day.

Love,
Ida

Piano-god

This is how close I sat to one of my personal piano-gods, Leif Ove Andsnes.
It was amazing. I'm still high, so won't taint the experience with to many excess words. It was just... perfect and intimate and intense.

It's been a great day.

Love,
Ida

Dusk

I can tell it is spring by looking at the skyline at dusk. That blue color IS spring.

This is the view from where I practise the piano. It's a good view. 

I had a really great saturday - how about you?

Love,

Ida

Old love revisited

I absolutely do not have time for it - but I couldn't help myself!
Yesterday I had my first pianolesson in 3 years. It felt soooo good. I contacted my old teacher (who I last had a lesson with 7 years ago), and it felt just like old times, and was fun and exciting. I can't wait to become a better pianist again.

So even less time to blog - but my love for the piano and the need to express myself through classical is greater than my love of blogging. But I'll have time for both. Just don't have that much to blog about these days, since all my time is spent working.

My pianoteacher and I had a laugh, especially when he sincerely, but teasing at the same time, said I should play Chopins Revolutionary Etude...
It's easier than it sounds. But then again, it sounds really difficult. But I'm all in.

Love,
Ida

Koncerthuset

I spent nearly 5 hours at Koncerthuset today... bit of a surprise it lasting that long, though.
They held the finale of a chambermusic-competition, and I thought 'hey, why not go'? So I did. It was fine - the right ensemble won, in my (humble) opinion. Two accordionist called MYTHOS - pretty cool guys. (Me and that accordionmusic - yes, Bjarke Mogensen was half of the duo today.)

The first picture is from earlier this month, at my "regular" seat - behind the orchestra.
The other is me keeping it real, being a bit rebellious in the posh building (ha... as if) - and finally the duo celebrating their victory; and a big pile of money - 100.000 dkr. to be exact. Nice.

What would you do with that kind of money?
I'd buy a piano and I'd travel to Asia and maybe New York.

Love,
Ida

Harbinger of Spring

My friend gave birth to a beautiful little babygirl 20 hours ago.
I took of work early and spent nearly three hours with them, craddling and cooing at the little life.

The mother was so calm and radiating with happiness and love; the daddy was proud and witty and caring - and little Elin was a sweet, cute and decisive little lady. I love her so much allready.

So even if it's technically still winter, and Denmark has been covered with snow today, I call her a little harbinger of spring.

Love,
Ida

Locks

My sense of aestetics is in love with this ravaged neon-sign and crumbling facade.

Locks are such a sweet symbol of something that can turn out quite painfull...

Love,
Ida

House of poetry + sisterlove

This looks like last month - me working on the computer at a café.
It's saturday - and I'm working at a café! The House of Poetry close to where I live. I really like the inside of this two-floor café/library/venue. Every thing is white and light blue/light green/light purple. It sounds too sweet, but it works. Like the little porcelainlady painted babyblue. Or the crystallamp painted light purple.
I have a nice view - the castle Rosenborg in Kings Garden.

Saturday is nice. Weekend is nice. I was really beat yesterday - I haven't been so tired since I started working. So it was a quiet friday night for me, I didn't actually want it to be, but it was good to finally sleep more than 6 hours. I feel rested, the sun is shining, I stacked up on tea and treated myself to some liqourise-chocolatecovered almonds from Summerbird, that my friend Louise has tought me to love. Damn her!

Now I've drunk my coffee, and I'm going to dinner at my parents. And on that note, read this sweet and true story:
My mom turns 60 today (really?! My little, sweet girlish mom? Unbelieveable), and she got a very special present. This morning, my moms older sister rang their doorbell - she'd come as a surprise. The grand surprise being: that she lives in Canada!!! She took the flight all the way from Ottawa, Canada to Hoersholm, Denmark, because her little sister, (who doesn't want any attention, not even on her birthday) turned 60. Makes me cry a little - so much love and affection. Family can be such a great thing. 


Must buy crisp and colorful tulips for my mom.

Love,
Ida

Knowledge

I ain't got the power anymore. 

Don't believe in yourself 

Don't deceive with belief 

Knowledge comes with death's release 

David Bowies 'Quicksand' is a favorite. I can't help thinking about it today...

David on his 50th birthday, playing a great version of Quicksand with The Cures Robert Smith.

And "just" the version from 'Hunky Dory'.

Love,
Ida

Birthdaycards

More mail today - but not as surprising, seeing it being my b-day and all. But still amazing and wonderful!
I got cards from my mom and my grandmom.

My mormor wrote this:

A rosebud to a beloved and lovely birthdaychild

From a withered old dandelion. 

It's so sweet. I'm blessed to have a mormor like her.

It's been a long day, but in a minute, I'll put on a fresh dress, new makeup, go have dinner with 8 fun friends and later drink with even more friends and be silly, loud and merry all night! The perfect way to celebrate a birthday. I'm so lucky!

Love,
Ida

11022011

It's a palindromedate today - it's just after midnight. But it is today...
I like palindromes.
It's my birthday too. Don't know how to feel about that.
I do know that I'm very much in love with the housenumbers. They're beautiful.

Love,
Ida

I've got mail!

And not just any ol' boring email, but real, authentic mail with poststamps. And a pretty one at that, too!
Inside it a thrilling invitation to celebrate a good friends 30th birthday and forthcoming graduation as flutist from the Music Conservatory.
Mmmmm...mail.

Love,
Ida

Flowers from mom

On top of the cold from hell, this weekend my back gave out, and I was tied to my bed.
My mom felt so bad for me, so she drove in from my parents house sunday (only 30 minutes away, but still) with an electrical warming-pillow (is there a proper name for it in english?), so I could have it on my sore back and hopefully get better. (I did - I had a hard time walking yesterday, but today has been much better.)
With her she brought lovely, white hyacinths and what seemed like half the supermarkets fruit- and vegetable isle. My kitchen is stacked with healthy goodness.

Hooray for moms!

Love,
Ida