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Et utaknemmeligt træ. Det er ikke det mindste trist. Det amputerede træ har det fint. Det garanterer motorsavene, og de kan ikke tage fejl. Træet selv er måske lidt i tvivl. Men det husker ikke så godt, lidt pludseligt, det er kun de inderste og ældste år der er tilbage. Den nyere hukommelse, den med grene og blade, ligger i en filtret bunke. Og det er ikke spild. Det kan bruges som brænde. Træet er lidt forvirret over, at dets erindringer skal gå op i flammer. Godtnok kun de seneste år, men alligevel. Det er dog en hel del år der sådan er skåret væk. Men motorsave véd hvad de gør, træet kan være ganske rolig. Små nye stiklinger vil komme, og nyde godt af den rensede fortid. En frisk begyndelse kræver en beskæring, væk med det gamle. Det véd mennesker også. Det er slet ikke trist. De døde år er fjernet imorgen. Så er der er ikke flere problemer med at huske. Træet burde strengt taget udvise lidt taknemmelighed. Men sådan er det med den slags der påstår at være levende. Minder og erindringer dukker op igen og igen, som ukrudt eller vrangvoksende vildskud. Det er altid noget kludder, når tiden blandes med følelser og tanker fra før. Se bare hvor effektivt motorsave klarer sig uden. Træet fatter det ikke, men savenes fræsen og hurtige hakken gennem ringe af år, er faktisk en stor gave. Også til træet. Men det står bare der, kan ikke engang pille sig i barken. Det prøver at huske sig selv med hovede og arme. Og hvordan dét var. Det sukker lidt i den top der ikke er der, og knager med de manglende grene. Altså! Sådan et træ er egentlig ret egoistisk. Motorsave har også været små og kan da gå i stykker. Det er overhovedet ikke noget de tænker over. Hvem har set en trist motorsav? De har ikke brug for minder og erindringer. Den slags gør ingen nytte, det er kun savsmuld. Træet burde være glad for miste hovedet! At være trist er misbrug af tid. Det er jo kun gammelt brugt ragelse, ligegyldige år der bare skal skæres væk. Det er de så heldigvis blevet. Træet kan knap huske hvorfor det måske var trist. Godt! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #tree #memories #lifeanddeath #remember #rip #fiktion #prosa #endings #gellerup #treesarepeopletoo #symbolic #sh*t! (Usual one-off...) (her: Now Here Nowhere) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLgalOGhOHl/?igshid=1uyvl6g7jwkek
NOTHINGNESS OR 54 SECONDS OR ONE MOMENT OR ONE AND THE SAME. Here is 54 seconds. Close to a minute. Or nothing. The rest... In danish: https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2018/12/31/sekunder-afgoerende-alt-taet-paa/ (Version 2) #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #gellerup #seconds #nothingness #mantelshistorier.wordpress.com #timeless #amomentintime #theeyeofthebeholder #whatever #nouse #useless #onemoment #aminute #almost #justanotherversionofthesameandisn'tthatthestoryofnotonlymebuteverything (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Somewhere Far Away from Everyone) https://www.instagram.com/p/BtMIWMXHrm7/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1m7sqmjtgjkmx
IN DANISH. SORRY... (Not really, but...) As it will be from now. With maybe a few exceptions... "Every cloud…" Vrøvl. Der er intet ædelt ved misfarvet stål, om så forsøgt forskønnet med gammeldags dinglende disko-kugler og kulørte kæder. Raslende som rustent jern, trods plastik i højeste potens. Hvis der var ører der kunne høre, ville de krølle tæer, men musik skal der til. Er konsensus. Fint ord der prøver at finde sin mening. "Intet er så skidt, at det ikke..." Mere indtørret savl. Det 'godt for noget' i denne solnedgang fordampede. Forsvandt forbrændt i febervildelse. Små stumper der kunne gløde men ikke flamme op, blev blandet i cementen mellem de mursten cellen er bygget med, splinter som spidser i en jernjomfru hvor åbne øjne er låst til indvolde. Ikke de nærmest liggende lige for fødderne udprikkede, men selveste solnedgangens. De er allerede i forrådnelse eller deforme af misbrug. At sådan en tilforladelig nydelig sky, godtnok underbelyst og botoxfyldt, indeholder så megen tristhed, tørre tårer og tabte timer, kunne føre til medlidenhed. Nårhja… Smart! Hele konceptet spiller på alle strenge. Men kammertonen der isner op gennem rygraden som et afpillet skelet af en opfedet kropsdue med otte behårede ben, laller den samme skudsikre skala til bevidstløshed, bastant bogstaveligt: Solnedgange er smukke! Solnedgange er smukke! Solnedgange er smukke! Helt til kvækken i kor. Oversat til dansk af hensyn til selvforskyldte tabere, hvilket er en pleonasme da tabere pr def er skyldige: Solens laden horisonter falde er en overlegen og dermed profitabel mekanisme. Fuldt ud rettighedsbeskyttet. Konflikten kribler i kløerne, spilleregler blandes med den ene hånd vasker en anden og andres og solens stråler får også lige en gang duftspray. FORTSAT PÅ: https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2018/12/02/solsyg-skyafsky/ #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #sunset #lies #staged #mindscape #decieve #silverlining #gellerup #devilsinthedetails #fictionoverreality #prose #dansklitteratur #https://mantelshistorier.wordpress.com/2018/12/02/solsyg-skyafsky/ #mantelshistorier.wordpress.com #fuckthesehashtagsidontknowwhatmoretotagjustreadthedamnfulltxt (Usual one-off hashtag) https://www.instagram.com/p/BrSanr6nrAK/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=zj6wplenldiq
LYRIK / DANISH POETRY (Sorry...) LARVEFODSPOR Fosterstilling Forstærket fastlåst Lag på lag på Mumieskal med jordemoder Proces Under stadig nedlukning Hastighed baglæns opbremsning Nær nul men altid kun nærmere Fem årtier Hjernebølger mod klippekyst Vandet skraber tiden væk Som det ikke mere står skrevet Spor Kravles frem på overfladen Stillingen går i kramper og tanker Tvinger underjordisk kejsersnit Form Kæmper med eller mod indhold Antallet af vindmøller vokser som vingeslag Overhaler tiden går i fosterstilling Kejsersnit og kuvøse Sarkofagen er færdigc Hver en vindmølle Finder sin fosterstilling Forpupning forpestes Monstrøsitet er knap et ord Vindmøllers vinger Skærer en slutning #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #lyrik #poesi #laurieandthestoryof -has nothing to do with this! Or...? #gellerup #brabrand #larvefødder #acompletelyoneofffrommymainwritingbutwtfjustsorryidontbothertranslateintoenglish... (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: END)
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)
Red just seems natural in autumn. But this red was alive. And not a very friendly creature. It peeled itself of and started attacking. With the very effective active red crane in overdrive. Swinging wildly as a fast forward movie. Motions and movements as fast as a Raptor with rabies. The little gathered group of humans was swallowed in one big sweep. In the fragment of a second. And then they were all red. Melting, literally, into that autumns somewhat rare more-red-than-ever months. Instantly becoming part of the natural decomposition. Rapidly decaying. And for the helpful worms to get into action, the frantic cranes threw around dirt and soil. So the bodies soon was unmarked graves. Some so taken by surprise, not expecting the process being in almost ridiculous at least grotesque uptempo speed. And ever accelerating. Beyond what is possible. Those few people turning up in lalaland to watch the red in action, was a buried bag of bones with no bag before their skulls could say "why red?" Indeed a good question. The answer was just a silent but frightening collective growl from all the spreading red. And cranes roaring up through the sky, leaving open wounds pouring out, of course, massive vomit of red. Red was soon the colour of the first flakes of snow; and even the wind was howling in red. A few months later the universe was monochrome. And had never been anything but red. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #udenfilter #red #autumn #scarytimes #imagination #cranes #gellerup #helhedsplan #howaninnocentpicturecanturnveryevilandstarttotakeovertheworld (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Mudderbad Helhedsplan Gellerup / Toveshøj)
https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lyrik-i-iv/ (In danish...) #https://mantelsroman.wordpress.com/2017/05/05/lyrik-i-iv/ #lyrics (...In danish, sorry.) #poetry #tryingtobeoptimistic #ornot #lyrik #poesi #gellerup #atlasoveraarhus #dinbyminby #365tekster #justanothersunset #laurieandthestoryof (Still leading up to...) #leaving #aarhuslitteraturcenter (Tomas; her er 4 stykker lyrik...) #litterature (Maybe...) #whatever #meandmystory #inthreedaysillbegone #afterbloggingsomeverynegativepiecesjusthatingeveryoneandeverythingmyselfandlaurieexcludediwantedtotrywithsomeabitmorepositivelyrics (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)
It's almost painful. He just can't help himself. Something about sunsets, clouds, and the sky. He has already posted way too many photos more or less like this. And he keeps doing it. It must be some kind of serious brain disorder. Because, in reality, he's not into "beautiful" pictures like these. Actually, he despises that kind of "Oh how nice!". He's far more gloomy, depressed, darkminded, always expecting the worst, never looking forward to tomorrow, having nightmares about the future, all in all just a totally pessimistic guy... So why the F*CK does he keeps posting crap like this... He hates himself for doing it!!! #gellerup #justanothersunset #atlasoveraarhus #dinbyminby #justsomeclouds #whatever #justsomething #boredom #ohsobeautiful #justanotherday #notmuch #asificare #stupidshit #laurieandthestoryof (...Will somehow someday connect to...) #dosomethingelsethantakingalmostthesamepictureeverysunsetandthencertainlydonotpostthemforgodssakeandforminenotatleast (Usual one-off hashtag...) #udenfilter #mantelmomento (her: Gellerup, Arhus, Denmark)