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I think you would, too.

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Tagged by the elevated @fille-de-joies and the enigmatic @dirtyfilthy to answer these questions. I did my best!

1. Name/Nickname: G.

2. Gender: M.

3. Starsign: Hiphopopotatomus.

4. Height: 181 cm.

5. Time: 1am.

6. Birthday: April 2nd.

7. Favourite band: As a kid, Pink Floyd. Today, too many.

8. Favourite solo artist: Courtney Marie Andrews.

9. Song stuck in my head: Coney Island (Taylor Swift & The National).

10. Last movie: Wonder Woman.

11. Last show: Dermot Kennedy. I think. Been a while. I had tickets for several great shows, all of them cancelled.

12. When I created this blog: 2017.

13. What I post: Poetry. Mostly.

14. Last thing I googled: Ahem. Myself. Hehe. (I just got started in a new job and wanted to check if it had been updated where it should. Yeah, nice excuse. But also the boring truth.)

15. Other blogs: @letterpit-findings

16. Do I get asks? No.

17. Number 17 wasn’t there in the questionnaire I received. So I’ll leave it open for interpretation. Both the question and the answer.

18. Why I chose my URL: Something do with words and not too pretentious.

19. Lucky number: 7.

20. Followers: A few.

21. Average hours of sleep: 6,5.

22. Instruments: Piano. A little guitar. I also like to sing, but you would very politely ask me to shut up.

23. What am I wearing: Pants, color #4F7942. Sweater, color #9966CB. Underwear, color #222021.

24. Dream job: Writer, musician, carpenter, farmer.

25. Favorite food: Grilled entrecôte. Rare. With thinly sliced potatoes (oven baked into exquisite crispness with olive oil & rock salt) and freshly made chili salsa/oil (habanero, red chili, garlic, leeks; finely chopped and blended with a generous amount of extra virgin olive oil). Don’t pass the béarnaise. I won’t need it. I also love pizza. Any type, any day, any time. As long as it has at least four different kinds af cheese (and one of them is deep blue), spread out in abundance on top of a richly flavored salsa bianca. I also love pulled pork, ramen soup, all kinds of pancakes, Norwegian fårikal (”sheep-in-cabbage”) with vast amounts of whole peppercorns, homemade pasta of every kind, hot (I mean hot) tacos, grilled salmon with dijon mustard, steak tartar, slow-cooked cabbage, mushroom stew (with lots of chili, garlic, cream & spinach), and there was this delicious, spicy fish dish (turmeric and cumin based) in a small restaurant in Hanoi, I don’t know what it was, but I still dream about it. I need to stop. I am hungry. I wasn’t. But now I am.

26. Nationality: Norwegian.

27. Favourite song: Right now: Nothin’ (Townes van Zandt; Colter Wall’s version). Always: Near you (Courtney M. Andrews).

28. Last book I read: Lord of the Rings. Hah. I never read them before and thought I should before I die.

29. Top three fictional universes I would like to live in: Tumblrville? But I’m pretty happy to live in a non-fictional world. It’s not perfect, but neither am I.

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there was a door        named Córdoba. it was a beautiful door.        a door to kill for

but I didn’t. but        I opened it and entered the room.        she was inside it

and cracked the world        open. I spoke of things I had forgotten.        we fell. I fell asleep

behind her back. like        a silence after a silence        and after the sun.

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I was the dapple rain then, I travelled back to the surface. Who

leaves, enveloped in green roots? First, the blaze. And then the

cracks unfurl. This way I recognise all that bright warmth in you.

Healing hand; has to grow like a mixed emergence and expansion,

and shoot the dark life in me to find a closer sun; you. Then

a minor darkness will stir a where to there, letting you remember

only the light, unseen, reaching halfway into the chasms of green

brightness. From one wet flower to all, surrender now to inundation.

Sensation

In this green shoot reaching all the way back to the roots of me,

I recognise where the light has travelled, warmth like a hand

first into darkness, to stir unseen a life there, a will to find expansion,

then closer to the surface, minor chasms, cracks to dapple green,

then emergence, surrender, inundation. Enveloped in the blaze,

bright, all brightness, and then the healing dark, and wet. I grow.

Will you remember that one who was only halfway to letting

leaves unfurl? I flower now from the mixed sun and rain of you.

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Claiming the fire / I stand on the seabed.

No fish will swallow me / I am an outcast.

Is this the point where I ask forgiveness?

I open my mouth to swallow the ocean / and

the ocean takes no notice. Is this God’s take

on the concept of silence? I feel her watery

eyes on me / the embers in her mouth.

She empties the ocean in one violent sip /

the water catches fire. She spits it back out

in my face / refuses to say I am who I am.

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She did that thing.

I said: Oh dang!

We had a fling

but then I flang.

And so she flung

me out. Ka-bang.

spends half an hour editing a poem… tumblr eats it.

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mountains can be so cold.        ignorant / or lonely maybe.

it’s not their fault. we were        like mountains / sometimes.

we still talk / sometimes.        we were together like rain.

it’s a wonderful word / or        experience: rain. it can be

so many different things /        simultaneously: soft. hard.

like a man / like a woman.        warm. hot. slushy. icy / like

the glacier. before it melts        & returns / in the shape of

sorrow. we share the guilt        / the cold mountains know.

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Met a deer close to home last night. You can’t see it in the dark. But take my word for it:

There’s a deer. Somewhere in this footage.

😅

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we settled at the foot of the glacier

& searched for wild things to possess.

the sea was close & we emptied the sea

one drop at a time. it could have been

beautiful. we built a home at the bottom

of the dried out sea. it could have been

a place to resettle & relearn everything.

we did our best. we did our worst. the

result was the same. the glacier melted &

we poured its water past our greedy lips.

it was a ritual. a way of saying goodbye

to earth & allow it to move on without us.

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I carried an offering to the glacier / but

it was gone. ‘where can I find it‘ I asked

no one in particular. no one answered &

the silence was full of data / gathered

by scientists & read by other scientists.

a politician brought a glass of water to the

press brief & drank it. ‘there’s plenty‘ he said

& called off the crisis / again.

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river, sidewalk, irony, sleep, unless, worship, ember, pattern, green, tender, air, park, mind, reflection, smile  

This city sidewalk’s a lonely place, while a thousand miles from here you wade to your hips in a cold mountain river where silver minnows flash past your toes as the air fills with meadowlark conversations and the city is such a lonely place to sleep when you’re so very far away from me I watch the patterns of headlights Their reflection on my empty walls Where your smile used to hang in pictures Now instead of me, your eyes turn towards stars And I wish in irony it’d still be me you’d see But I never did seem sparkling to you, did I? Unless you recall our blistering nights Those fiery lusts turned into embers that burst into flames: on the sidewalk, in the park, in this bed: pyretic palms

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Tagging @petrow – hope you’ll join!

Friday Fun! Round Robin May 13th

Rules: Each poet tagged writes the next two lines of the poem using one of these prompts:

river, sidewalk, irony, sleep, unless, worship, ember, pattern, green, tender, air, park, mind, reflection, smile

then tags another poet. (If you’re too busy, just repost with ‘pass’ and tag another poet) Poem is done when all the words are used up!

This city sidewalk’s a lonely place, While a thousand miles from here

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I have questions that I don’t want to ask.

I watched the moon tonight. It moved so slowly

across the darkening sky. It was annoying

how long it took to reach the end of its cycle.

Do I need to elaborate. Do I recall what is important.

I have a window & I use it every day.

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be the ‘s’        in front of ‘word’

& carve out a        city / lake / nest

to reside in.        invite a stranger

& never        let them leave

without a mark        on their body

or a worm        in their beak.

maybe they will        thank you

& you will feel sad        / because

they asked for        nothing

& settled for so little        / while you

would have given        everything

if they only        had asked.

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Tag game stuff

Tagged by the wonderful @fille-de-joies to answer a few questions. Thank you & here we go:

Five songs you have on repeat?

(I don’t actually put songs on repeat, but these are in my current playlist)

Nothing - Colter Wall

Forgotten eyes - Big Thief

Sleeping on the backtop - Colter Wall

Walking on a string - Matt Berninger & Phoebe Bridgers

Coney Island - Taylor Swift & The National

Last movie you watched?

Spirited away (Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi)

What are you reading?

Lewi’s Journey - Per Olov Enquist

The Pastor - Gordon Lathrop

Also, part-time reading:

Collected poems - Rolf Jacobsen

Collected poems - Olav H. Hauge

In the land of the cyclops - Karl Ove Knausgård

Tagging you to join:

@scriptedsilence @mikefrawley @definegodliness @midnightxmasquerade @aubriestar @anjo-umbra and @purplemonkeysexgod69 (bc I know you love these games)

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on our knees. quenching        our thirst. drinking from black rivers               all night.

mouths open. shouting        into the darkness. draining the rivers               of light.

the secret joy of sorrow.        the last of many baptisms. the names               we choose

to die with will not be        heard again. not on the new side of the               old river.

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Bright sun / sudden thunder.

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her nakedness / a sacred thing        to desecrate        / or elevate

into eternity. goddess / I say        & serve / at        her pleasure

with the vespertine vigilance /        of the second        sun / coming.