today
at work,
I bled. In three weeks I will be sitting down to take a piss. Assimilation.

today
the egomaniac strikes back: after one year in abstinence from painting, I, as of yesterday moved into a new studio in beutiful surroundings framed be the local art-museum, Brænderigården, Viborg, DK
Builed upon the covered remains of some the oldest city-structure in DK, dating back to 800 AC, the ambience of this almost 250 year old building is stunning. First a prison for women, then a mental instituion, and later a breweri, the ghosts and inspirations are many, the studio it self: I mean, I can drench myself in paint, take a shower next door to it, running water, hot and plenty of it, and then scoope on to one of my three jobs, and be raped by doubt.

Nontheless: thinking of danish writer Søren Ulrik Thomsen, my october boulevard lead to and open november.
In other words: positivism, science and beliefs?

the man
http://www.litteratursiden.dk/sw5935.asp
the mueum and thier current show "bad ceramics":
http://www.viborg.dk/db/Kommune.nsf/0/B71BCF55546862D1C1256DD6002EC815?OpenDocument

Not at least because of the lunch we were invited to at renes place, the in fact stunning view from their patio of a declining forest under a bursting sun...the conversation at some point ended up on memorylane, or excuse me for being tacky at october boulevard, as conversations tend to do with old friends, this one on long forgotten but still living early german techno-bums DER PLAN, who with albums like "Fettere Jahre" made a stunning impression on me in the late eighties.
So this posting only a incouragement to visit their website at http://www.derplan.com/ and check out the videodownloads from their 2004 album, fx. the tracks "milka kalb" and "copyright slavery".

I also strongly recommend a visit at Rene`s website at http://www.3deconomy.dk/

Idag
bliver jeg nød til at skrive på dansk. Jeg fandt en annonce forleden i den lokale ugeavis "Viborg Bladet". Under overskriften "Forskellen mellem muslimsk og kultur" (jA!) inviterer Foreningen til oplysning om dansk kultur til informationsmøde på det lokale bibliotek på mandag. Første reaktion på annoncen: jeg var ved at kvæles i af grin i mit dhan-brød og indiske linsesuppe. jeg kunne simpelthen ikke vente med at få forkellen "mellem muslimsk og kultur" uddybet. Grinet stoppede dog da jeg søgte lidt videre på nettet for at se hvad det var for nogle Fætre der stod bag.

tjek det selv og nyd sangen
http://www.siad.dk/

october. gosh. havnt said a word for a month. maybe because october means another year, another bitrhmark. 42, i am now only months younger than Elvis when he died.

these days nothing but calvinism and pathology.

thursday 16.14. the unfortunate genpool of the welfaresociety are eating birthdaycake. somebody is turning 24. nursing the system. it works and the pleasure of working should be boxed in, but..

did I already write the canvas is dry and did I also write that she replied: "so am I"?

strange days in small town trauma. though the town have grown considerable larger, so it seems, has the ghost and the machine. or a mere selvverstaendlich observation, the joke will run out in a month, so will the perspective of occupation. forgive me for nagging and not spilling the beans and the details, but the world has indeed imploded to the size of our patio.

from here to everywhere.

its been a while, a homecoming drama queen and a second rate poet now with a steady job and income. the club bore, the sweat is in your face, the reward is in heaven, all between is love and hate. ill bet theres more sides to it, but for now: trabajo, trabajo, trabajo.

thats spanish for work like squirk is english for a noise u can be without but cant escape.

reentertering the ghost orbit. awakening a sleeping cell, or falling...the reactions are many, one is blinding: My God, Its so WHITE!

the idiot is back on the road called straight. the reoccuring dream, another round and then another...