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4. Är Medborgare bara arg underhållning för de privilegierade?
3. Tankar om tre dikter
2. Perspektivets effekter i Främlingen av Albert Camus
1. Ömheten filmrecension
more texts from 2019-2021 coming soon
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in this song
The park is laying still and the trees are still waving in the wind,
I see it from the window
of the two story building still leaning against the hill,
from where you saw it in the middle of your deepest
loss and most naive dreams
Numbers were counted already then
That's all we were and all we will be for them
And that's why we hurt but won't give in
That's why we keep fighting for us,
keep looking for what we know we will find,
no matter what they try to make us believe
The little lady was dancing through her pain, I know
how she felt and kept the dirt around her, she just
danced instead
Danced with it
And pots would be left for the cat to clean, she loved it,
they loved her when she was seen
The sounds would never come out,
that was the only thing she cared to hide,
they were left for only her to be heard, screaming at the root
of her feathers
In the room she was dancing
To the poems sung, the voice of soul
To the cold ones walking down Avenue Four
She was leaning against the frame of her window
in a pause and twisting around again to her dance, the dance
that was only hers, inside the window
she touched herself and maybe someone saw her
in the room that she was dancing
her shoulderblades coming visible in the
mirror behind her as she moved to the song, the voice
of soul
The cat laying in the chair, watching her
from the side, upside down
The dance kept moving her hands,
her hair was loose and flying around
She touched her breast and in the mirror
showed her bones and her spine
Her lips apart, her eyes closed, her eyes drowning
in the light from the lamp hanging down over her
Everyone keeps moving outside, their world keeps turning
as what it might be for them
The cat is caressing herself against the floor to which she moved,
she's moving around to the spinning record and the voice of soul
in this song
The young lady keeps dancing as her dress falls off her shoulder,
as she dances her dress falls to the ground
Her bones seen in the mirror from behind
Pictures show and pass in her mind, slowly spinning
her head around
In the new year that just have come, she's all alone,
she is high, she is alone, she is high, dancing for herself,
dancing for anyone, dancing herself high
The old body laying on the street where she left it to die,
the shell, it was always shallow and now it is left to die,
freezing as the night comes, just like it has always done,
but always tried to hide
She is moving, she is alive, her body is dancing,
she is seen in the mirror from behind
She keeps touching herself in her dance
Something comes over, a veil, she never disappeared,
she only turned the off the light
A veil of pleasure, she lights a candle
and she lays down
If you listen carefully you can hear her voice, it whispers
sounds from the root of her feathers
She moves slowly, the circle is eternalized now
It seems that it moves faster, the record is spinning faster
Her deep voice is singing now, it is singing high
She raises herself again to dance
Her feet are heavy on the ground, her head leaned back,
her mouth open wide
Her legs start shaking, she shivers, she falls
to her knees, looses her grip
She gives a sigh, she leans over the chair that caught her hands,
and she lays there still for a while
Then as she raises slow, moves, she pulls
her window up
She leans out towards the night
The city keeps moving
The record keeps turning
Voices still sing
She is alive
January 2015
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he didn't do no bad, he only showed the world its handicap
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SMOKE, MIRRORS AND SHADOWS - A FILM ABOUT BRITTSOMMAR (US) (2015)
Presentation text for my first documentary from 2015.
Once a lie was told inside a bedroom door, wood was knocked, bags packed, strings were strung, and finally songs were sung in the forest of the Scandinavian north, of dreams and lies formed in nothing but a knowing until the day they arrive in a native tongue. Just like Sawyer Gebauer, the ringer of Brittsommar, takes his Americana roots headed for the road and a life on foreign continents, his music seems to come from a place we all know well and takes us with as it keeps us moving through the unknown.
After crossing an ocean and a country he eventually landed in the San Fransisco bay and the storm with him, with a space of fluid sounds in his mind, from within and without, just ripe enough for new songs to be recorded. Sheltered by the not yet made music, strings were played, voice and beats swirled together, lies were turned into something else, The Mary Me EP was made.
The music of Brittsommar wears eyes that have seen the wide landscapes of a north country farm, feet that have walked far, stories that have come along and the exhale of when they're gone. The words of Brittsommar never sates, they are not only a reflection of the narrative but of the reasons it exists. For every tale told there are two more to know, for every end wrapped together there are two beginnings that unfold.
Once you break in your boots there is no land to be unbroken. Through Smoke, Mirrors and Shadows we follow Sawyer Gebauer on this journey, that has gone through cold and dark north countries, loud cities and rainy coasts to the recording of a new album, a rediscovering of the music and of its Americana roots.
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A simple question and I'd like to hear and you try to show me the tattoo on your thigh but there is something on the wall you keep on finding
You say didn't you see that but there is no form, then who is there something wrong with is it you or is it me
Through all of this I only hear your broken love, for her your last girl, she’s all around don’t tell me she’s gone
Your unaware moves try to convince me I'm hurt by her existence, but no I'm only hurt by her dreams
And isn’t it too obvious, no one dares to question the lack of questioning the lack of resolve
Because love lays over it all and we're awake for now
And you love my hand and I think of Molly
And I wish we could be awake together but you're only awake for her
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THE OPPOSITE
It takes you places you don't wanna go
Nothing is your choice
And it steals your sight
Then it takes you fast
Down a one way street that is way too narrow
Your breath it goes
The dream and the beauty was paint that got washed
You have nothing to give and your body knows
It wanna take you to sleep
But the blanket is cold
Yes your sight is gone
So you are no one
If you can't fall asleep
It will take you down under
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What am I gonna do about the blood on my hands
White lies stuck on my tongue, turned into teeth
A shape took shield beneath what I can touch
My hand won't stop bleeding
You say I make it up and no one can see it
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I heard a whisper from the depths of the Dead Sea
someone screaming quietly I'm drowning in the stream
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FRÄMLINGAR
jag har aldrig varit
bland kropparna på nyheterna
dom vi känner solidaritet med
dom vi bryr oss om över ett glas
av champagne och skålar och varenda en av oss i hemlighet önskar
viskar
att med inkluderingen, med det här deltagandet
kanske, ikväll, kan jag må bra igen
jag skulle aldrig kunna vara
bland dom hemska, omänskliga
som förgiftar vår värld
vi vet, det finns ingen anledning
det finns inget att förstå
det går inte
jag mördar inte, jag är inte totalt bortom kontroll
det är bara att kolla på mina papper
där ser ni vem jag är
jag har aldrig varit
där soldater bär handskar
för att inte röra vid
den död dom levererar
för att inte röra
med sin mänskliga hud
någon annan
någonting
jag är här
där kroppar är bra för ekonomin
där kroppar är för dyrbara
för att visa på nyheterna
dom egna måste sörjas
kroppar blir historier
vi är människor
jag är här
där vi kan behålla tystnaden
under leenden, under trevlighet
för vi kommer alltid hålla ihop
så länge allt består
så länge vi är enade
så länge det finns ett hot
jag är här
där dom radikala säger att problemet är att vi inte vet vilka dom är
dom tar våra jobb, dom jobbar inte
att vi ska hjälpa dom
att vi måste inkludera
och välkomna alla färger
alla ska ha rätt att ha råd att köpa kläder
i blått och gult
så att dom kan vara med och fira midsommar, vara med och fira jul
att vi måste läsa på
om den andra kulturen
så att vi kan behandla varje fall med rättvisa
stå på dom grunder vi alltid stått
behålla vårt mod, hedra vårt språk
och aldrig lära oss ett nytt ord
inga hus brinner
inga broar
det finns inget vatten ändå
(framförd som monolog 20171019-20171020)
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jag kan inte läsa poesi, varje ord bränner mig
mellan raderna ryms en hel gejser som bara kokar
min svämmar redan över, jag kan inte se vad jag läser
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do you know
how to catch the child without
hurting her
when the innocent flies away
with my dreams come
you and the memory
the night the wind caught my wear
the days are full of concern
not knowing the hole in the way
there is no world
and I can not afford to go
do you remember
the frequency of my breath
the night the wind caught my wear
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desperat
eller kåt?
på livet
or
just confused
borstar tänderna och
gråter
faller bakåt
fångad
caught
by
the wall
golvet är hårt
men ändå
andfådd
the night
falling
no
nej
den finns bara
everything is too good
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ska jag försöka eller ge upp som nåt slags
sätt att bli verklig men verkligheten är inte sann
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Every instance stolen, owned by enemies
And never dared to wish
Of a word for a time
Where of an end not raped is something I can think
And the air around me possibly exists
A speak not drowned in silent noise
A room that can be emerged
Where a man can know to be torpid
Where there is something called dirty
There is the most silent whispered thought of why
In the constant struggle of the potential eye
This was the ordinary life
And the fish don't swim
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dagen innan visste jag ingenting, så stog det i en av hennes dikter
dagen innan jag träffade dig visste jag ingenting
så går jag runt varje dag, och tänker
jag vet ingenting
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vi
älskar varann så mycket
sa han men det va nåt som störde
någon ställde en fråga och väntade på svar
reportern log, kameran ändrade vinkel sen kunde vi höra
nu har allt återgått till det normala igen, alla dansar och sjunger som vanligt, ler som vanligt
vi får bära vilka färger vi vill i vår egen stad
det finns en eftermiddag vi får dansa på gatorna
fira att vi står med dom
utsatta
vi får protestera och sjunga en sång
för dom som inte hörs i mikrofonen
han som rapporterar om vår demokrati
om ministern som säger att det är en viktig dag
att nu ser vi hur vår själ ser ut inuti
att det här är vårt land, och att jag är glad
yttrandefriheten är vår lag
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Hur mycket du än försöker
Kan du aldrig vara svensk
Den som säger sig vara ljuger
Du kan gömma dig bakom en blågul fasad
Men du har svept in dig i en flagga
Insvept sedan vaggan
Du älskar Amerika
Hollywood, utan att veta
Och mamma och pappa
Men inte de andra
Du tror dig välja
Välja bort det du inte vill veta av
Men tittar bara åt ett annat håll när du ser nåt
På tavlan på din vägg som alltid hängt där
Och prydnaderna i fönstret
Som om de kunde hålla sig utanför
Hålla dig utanför
Allt konstigt
Deltagande
Inte mena något
Vara neutral
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