søndag den 5. november 2023

Write

Don't sabotage yourself, he says. I do nothing else. Write. 

What right do I have to create? 

I want to tell stories, that's all. Beautiful painful little tales. I still ache for the plot. Throw some more at me. Let me fall, like Alice, into reveries. Let me slice myself open on heartache, hurting deliriously from the knowledge it all will end, it almost already has. 

Well, it has. 

We're in the after. There are no more kisses, no potential. She didn't become an artist, or a scholar, or any other kind of immortal. She's just slowly dying. 

A kind of luck, of course. But still. 

Write. 

Shut up, I will. 



lørdag den 15. juli 2023

 Do you ever think that maybe you started disliking yourself to make it ok for someone else to hurt you?

onsdag den 26. april 2023

Paradise Lost

The heart is heavy with melancholy, the mind is angry and hard. Want to do more art. Want beauty to be easily accessible in everyday life; not something to constantly compete for and never reach. Want more touch. Want to share life with a friend group like when we were students. Want to let myself be vulnerable again, be excited again.

I felt loved at this game and around it, and also intensely lonely. I felt beautiful and talented and also strange and clumsy and shaped wrongly and in the way. I want to dance five more hours of waltz; I want to start my own studio, making only games in the dark feminine aesthetic. I feel so much love. I want to drown myself in embraces.

torsdag den 17. november 2022

"intentativity"?

 The exquisite feminine sensation of discovering a whole new array of insecurities, you hadn't realised you were supposed to carry. 

fredag den 22. april 2022

Creation and the End of All

William Blake: The Ancient of Days

søndag den 17. april 2022

Just dust and flower mites?

The little cakes I bake are also a sort of poetry, 

nevermind the almond flour or the sugar, 

they contain 1 tsp longing and as much hope 

as you can locate in your cupboard. 

fredag den 15. april 2022

torsdag den 7. april 2022

the past has just begun

fredag den 4. marts 2022

fredag den 28. januar 2022

I think I am becoming disillusioned in my adult years. I do not like it. Do you have some illusions to trade? I will offer you creatures from fairytales, like golden wavy mice and bumblebee bats.


The world is still so full of wonder.


onsdag den 15. december 2021

Ny udgivelse: Forord til nyoversættelse af Arthur Machen

 Stephen King og H.P. Lovecraft har begge beskrevet ham som en af de bedste inden for horrorgenren, og skønt det ikke er mange, der i dag er bekendt med Arthur Machen og hans univers af gru og fortryllelse, gennemtrænger hans ideer den moderne fiktion. Den der først har stiftet bekendtskab med ham, vil ofte kunne genfinde hans indflydelse inden for en lang række af genrer og genkende hans åndfulde aftryk på film og litteratur, myter og musik. At læse Machens fortællinger er at lade sig synke ned i en anden verden, hvor hver detalje er betydningsfuld, hvor skoven ånder og noget uendeligt og gammelt venter, dirrende og utålmodigt, hvor vi ikke kan se det – på godt, og på ondt...


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