They fall from the sky smiling. They dance in the light, making what is invisible reality. They kiss my cheeks with wet cold kisses, but I can’t help smiling. They are childish and bring an innocence and playfulness to a world that lacks both.
If they are lucky the ground is cold when they lay down and they linger for a little longer covering the ground in a soft blanket.
Snow is childish and powerful in the most happy way one could imagine. It makes streets into playgrounds and hills into slides. It provides a free toy for building bearded men and invisible angels. It becomes a weapon in a war where no one is killed and where laughter is heard.
I love snow it makes everything quiet it makes the everyday magical.
I love snow…
torsdag, december 29, 2005
tirsdag, december 13, 2005
My first short story.
Berlin : 1935
It’s in the eyes of the people that you see it. They stare, they flicker and they look away. They are always on alert; they go from face to face without ever looking into the eyes looking back. I do it; they do it, always looking for a threat always feeling the danger. Whenever you move in public people are looking over there shoulders, you can feel it, the questions. Where is he from? Why is he dark? Is he a threat? What do his parents do? Why is he here?
The insecurity and the stigmatisation has been growing these last couple of years. In the beginning with sporadically violence, then more and more, until it became legitimate. Using fear as a horse pulling their cart, The Party began to rise.
In the beginning no one paid attention to them, The Party. They were seen as a joke, as a minority, people that couldn’t be taken seriously. Their members where the kind that would hang out in places where smoke hung from the ceiling, where beer was served and traditional out of date music played. They would be the kind that when you met them, you would ignore them, smile and say that they were crazy.
But slowly people started listening to them. “The country is in danger”, “the national culture is being destroyed”, “this foreign religion is taking over the world”, ”one day the country as we know it will cease to exist”. People started listening to them, the newspapers started bringing stories on how crime was rising and The Party responded. They had the answer. The problem was the people that were different. It was the this group that caused the corruption of society, the degeneration of the nations values and that was the threat to Christian faith.
The leaders of the country started to get scared of their power and started to agree with them, started stating that we should be put in special camps away from everything. The Party only grew stronger, became only more popular.
The Party claimed that it represented the common people, that they were the voice against the elite, that their movement was democratic, that they were the only true defenders of the nation and of our country’s culture. One day the Party was elected to parliament and after the following election The Party controlled that government and now had the final say.
I could have cared less, but one day the Party put me on a list saying I was different, that I was not like the others. I have lived here almost all my life, suddenly I was different, I was a threat?
The party has written that we on the list are a cancer, that we are too many, that the insecurity is our fault, that we are the biggest threat to their way of life, that we will take everything.
They won’t let some of us build buildings of worship and some of the most extreme members of “their” society, destroy cemeteries. Although the action is condemned, the feeling of hate continues to rise. They redicule how some of us dress, our culture and our beliefs.
They say that our women are oppressed and that our men are incompetent and don’t do anything else then gather money and leach off the government.
So the government with the support of The Party targets our businesses, create special laws to keep us from bringing more of our kind to the country and the government decide were we should live.
The newspapers have started to bring caricatures of us and of the god that some of us worship. They do this under the protection of freedom of speech. It’s true they have that right and they should have it, but I’m not sure they understand the message that its sends throughout the community. Those who agree with the drawings hate us even more and those who are ridiculed feel even more marginalised, even more hated.
They claim that we don’t want to be a part of their society and that we seek to undermine it and take control of the democratic institutions and enrich ourselves.
The result is increased focus on us. Every time one of us commits a crime you hear about it in the media. When one of our leaders is caught in a scandal The Party uses it to spread more fear and more hate. So the insecurity grows. We fear them and they fear us.
The growing hate, the quivering insecurity, the focus on differences instead of what makes us the human race, is the blanket that covers the inability of the general population and its leaders to see history repeating itself.
It’s only ironic that in order to leave this reality behind me for a while, I travel to the city where what we are ignoring and forgetting met its end for the first time. Hopefully people will wake up before the atrocities of yesterday, become the reality of today.
I better catch that flight to Berlin at 19.35.
Please leave a comment I want to make this better...
It’s in the eyes of the people that you see it. They stare, they flicker and they look away. They are always on alert; they go from face to face without ever looking into the eyes looking back. I do it; they do it, always looking for a threat always feeling the danger. Whenever you move in public people are looking over there shoulders, you can feel it, the questions. Where is he from? Why is he dark? Is he a threat? What do his parents do? Why is he here?
The insecurity and the stigmatisation has been growing these last couple of years. In the beginning with sporadically violence, then more and more, until it became legitimate. Using fear as a horse pulling their cart, The Party began to rise.
In the beginning no one paid attention to them, The Party. They were seen as a joke, as a minority, people that couldn’t be taken seriously. Their members where the kind that would hang out in places where smoke hung from the ceiling, where beer was served and traditional out of date music played. They would be the kind that when you met them, you would ignore them, smile and say that they were crazy.
But slowly people started listening to them. “The country is in danger”, “the national culture is being destroyed”, “this foreign religion is taking over the world”, ”one day the country as we know it will cease to exist”. People started listening to them, the newspapers started bringing stories on how crime was rising and The Party responded. They had the answer. The problem was the people that were different. It was the this group that caused the corruption of society, the degeneration of the nations values and that was the threat to Christian faith.
The leaders of the country started to get scared of their power and started to agree with them, started stating that we should be put in special camps away from everything. The Party only grew stronger, became only more popular.
The Party claimed that it represented the common people, that they were the voice against the elite, that their movement was democratic, that they were the only true defenders of the nation and of our country’s culture. One day the Party was elected to parliament and after the following election The Party controlled that government and now had the final say.
I could have cared less, but one day the Party put me on a list saying I was different, that I was not like the others. I have lived here almost all my life, suddenly I was different, I was a threat?
The party has written that we on the list are a cancer, that we are too many, that the insecurity is our fault, that we are the biggest threat to their way of life, that we will take everything.
They won’t let some of us build buildings of worship and some of the most extreme members of “their” society, destroy cemeteries. Although the action is condemned, the feeling of hate continues to rise. They redicule how some of us dress, our culture and our beliefs.
They say that our women are oppressed and that our men are incompetent and don’t do anything else then gather money and leach off the government.
So the government with the support of The Party targets our businesses, create special laws to keep us from bringing more of our kind to the country and the government decide were we should live.
The newspapers have started to bring caricatures of us and of the god that some of us worship. They do this under the protection of freedom of speech. It’s true they have that right and they should have it, but I’m not sure they understand the message that its sends throughout the community. Those who agree with the drawings hate us even more and those who are ridiculed feel even more marginalised, even more hated.
They claim that we don’t want to be a part of their society and that we seek to undermine it and take control of the democratic institutions and enrich ourselves.
The result is increased focus on us. Every time one of us commits a crime you hear about it in the media. When one of our leaders is caught in a scandal The Party uses it to spread more fear and more hate. So the insecurity grows. We fear them and they fear us.
The growing hate, the quivering insecurity, the focus on differences instead of what makes us the human race, is the blanket that covers the inability of the general population and its leaders to see history repeating itself.
It’s only ironic that in order to leave this reality behind me for a while, I travel to the city where what we are ignoring and forgetting met its end for the first time. Hopefully people will wake up before the atrocities of yesterday, become the reality of today.
I better catch that flight to Berlin at 19.35.
Please leave a comment I want to make this better...
mandag, december 12, 2005
Man I"m getting pissed...
Apparently now we have to defend democracy with religious means, what the hell is going on... Jürgen Habermas and our pope has gone out and written on how relgion can lead us back to finding the right values, I don't think that relgion is the answer but I do agree that we need to come back to some better values. So what makes me lose my cap, well when they start to say that religion can be the answer to defending democracy...
Why is the political trend moving towards the further integration of religion and goverment. We have a reborn christian in the whitehouse, we have a european constitution where people start contemplating including a phrase of how the EU is based on christian values and an ungoing discusion that democracy is a christian invention that people of Islamic fate can't understand. WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS!!! If history shows anything its that when relgion and poilitics are mixed people tend to die. When we start defining goverment from a secular perspective, then we destroy the inclusive idea of democracy. In defining goverment within a specific religion, people who don't believe in god or who follow a different faith become marginalised, something that is completely against the fundementals of democracy. Can we please stop this bad cocktail of mixing religion and goverment. And can we please hear something about values of solidarity and values from other people then these religious or nationalistic groups who keep shouting so loud.
Why is the political trend moving towards the further integration of religion and goverment. We have a reborn christian in the whitehouse, we have a european constitution where people start contemplating including a phrase of how the EU is based on christian values and an ungoing discusion that democracy is a christian invention that people of Islamic fate can't understand. WHY ARE WE MOVING BACKWARDS!!! If history shows anything its that when relgion and poilitics are mixed people tend to die. When we start defining goverment from a secular perspective, then we destroy the inclusive idea of democracy. In defining goverment within a specific religion, people who don't believe in god or who follow a different faith become marginalised, something that is completely against the fundementals of democracy. Can we please stop this bad cocktail of mixing religion and goverment. And can we please hear something about values of solidarity and values from other people then these religious or nationalistic groups who keep shouting so loud.
fredag, november 25, 2005
Its a gray, gray day
Its been gray outside today, I can't remember it being so dark the whole day, but I guess this is Denmark so I shouldn't really be surprised...And then the first snow started falling, its not staying in the ground but the little snow flakes are trikeling down. Think I'm gonna put on my sailor coat fold up the collar around my ears and take a walk with a small cigar in my mouth.
Have a great weekend...
Have a great weekend...
mandag, november 14, 2005
People keep asking me...
What I think about everything thats going on in Paris. I normally answer that its impossible to say that the young people aren't integrated because they are doing everything the French way. In the 60 million Frenchmen can't be wrong the authors point out that the french society has been built on confrontation and that much of the social progress has been marked by violent revolutions. From the french revolutions in 1789 and in 1871. The student uprising in 1968, the days of insecurity during the crisis in Algeria. Not that I am for violence in any form, but its impossible to see the events that happend in France as anything other then a cry of desperation. When Sarkosie and the establishment in France states that everything has to come to order and then there will be a solution, i think of Antionettes famous words "If the people have no bread, let them eat cake."
I don't want to scare anybody but this is not just a french problem, I think the desperation in the face of a limited future goes beyond the french borders. I just hope we find a solution before it gets worse...
søndag, november 13, 2005
I wonder why???
When I have been going through a tough patch emotionally, I seem to excuse myself to other people. That maybe I'm being foolish or that I'm causing them an inconvinence talking about my feelings. Its not their fault I have the good fortune to have friends that listen, listen and well listen. I don't know if its a dogma to feel bad about showing feelings. I just hope that when people talk to me that theye don't feel ashamed to show what is really inside. If you feel bad shouldn't you have the right to talk about it? Well I hope you do...
onsdag, oktober 19, 2005
Saw and heard the most beautiful thing yesterday
It was a square of people all singing togther in th rain. With the help of Bobby Mcfarrin they sang a mix of Bach and Ave Maria (I don't know who wrote it) I was touched by the magic of music and how it united people. I wonder if music is the key... But please if you want to treat yourself to something nice and positiv then go out and buy a Bobby McFarrin CD (I can recommend Hush, which was done with Yo Yo Ma). The guy is magical the way he uses his voice and the audience is amazing.
So go ahead put a smile on your face...http://www.bobbymcferrin.com/
So go ahead put a smile on your face...http://www.bobbymcferrin.com/
onsdag, oktober 05, 2005
Its great to find a quote that basicly says what I think
"I have lived in the pursuit of a vision, both personal and social. Personal: to care for what is noble, for what is beautiful, for what is gentle; to allow moments of insight to give wisdom at more mundane times. Social: to see in imagination the society that is to be created, where individuals grow freely, and where hate and greed and envy die because there is nothing to nourish them. These things I believe, and the world, for all its horrors, has left me unshaken."
— Bertrand Russell, "Reflections on My Eightieth Birthday"
But kind of irretating that somebody thought of it first... :-)
mandag, september 26, 2005
So I'm sitting here monday night after what has been an amazing week in so many ways. Like I already stated its been moving to have so many people think of me on my birthday making me feel really special. So following the birthday I have been listening to the new MEW album that I got as a present. I suspect that the neighbours will be knocking the door down soon asking me to turn it off, cause they now know it by heart...
Oh yes this weekend I discovered the wonderful game of squash...which is why my whole body hurts, but I now understand the passion for the game. I can think of nothing more stress relieving then hammering a ball into the wall... So thanks Morten, Søren and Kanva for kicking the shit out off me, it felt great. BTW if anybody has pictures from the party can you please send them??? Thanks
torsdag, september 22, 2005
THANK YOU
Thanks everybody, it has been a fantastik Birthday one of the best ones ever. I'm a bit hungover (no there will be no armlengths photo...(see below)). I have just been so happy to hear from everybody, to see the people I could and to have alot of fun last night(a picture will be posted when I have one...)
But again Big kisses to everybody and thank you...
But again Big kisses to everybody and thank you...
søndag, september 11, 2005
Did we forget...
I sometimes wonder what people will say in hindsight when they talk about the end of the nineties and the beginning of the new millennium. I wonder if they will see it as period of enlightenment or a necessary evil. I keep looking at the western culture that I guess I'm a part of, and that seems to be dictating what the world should look like or how it should be ruled. Don't take this an outright criticism of democracy, equal rights for everybody and women in particular, that I feel is essential in our society. But sometimes I wonder if with all this that we think is right and civilised, has led us to forget to know when we might be wrong. Have we stopped questioning ourselves or our way of life? When radical Muslims say that they are in a war towards the corruption that the western and the American (in particular) way of life represents. Maybe they hold some truth? I mean its probably not as bad as they portray it, but could some of it be right? Most criticism holds some kind of truth. I mean we have a loss of interest in our democratic processes. Most people agree that we have become more and more egoistic. Have we forgotten some of the fundamentals? Is it more important to work then to take care of your family. Could there be prestige in humanity instead of in titles? Sometimes when I look at the time I'm living in I wonder what we have contributed in terms of the development of the human thought, the human spirit. Are there other ways of living or thinking then we do. For generations before us great men and women have asked questions about our existence. Today asking questions seems dangerous (or dumb). I wonder if we've forgotten to doubt.
fredag, august 26, 2005
The worlds greatest armslength photographer
Well alot of you have been asking for a picture of my new hairstyle...so I chosse the worst possible morning to do so. If you ever wonder what excessiv drinking and no sleep leads to here it is...Hope you enjoy
fredag, august 12, 2005
You open up a page and...
I was reading a magazine and open up a page and my jaw dropped. This is proabably one of the most beautiful cars I have ever seen in my life. I am absolutly in love with it. I wonder if it will be sold to someone who will like it as much as I do...well maybe I'll have money to buy it one day...If I do I'll give you a ride...
tirsdag, august 09, 2005
I'm not sure I'm boasting or not...
But I hope you can share in my joy... Yesterday I furfilled a dream I had since I was a kid. I took my bike (on the picture) and rode to my grandma's house. It was an absolutly beautiful day, blue skies with fleeting clouds and Denmark or rather zealand in a way I have never seen it before. I passed little farmhouses, black and white cows, big old estates and these little churches that they have in the countryside. And so I arrived 5 hours later, my legs hurting from about 120 km. but with a smile on my face to my second home in Denmark. I have never been so happy to drive down that coast road and see the sea and all the little houses I know so well...
fredag, august 05, 2005
Yeah well the big ideas and thoughts will have to come later, today its just a tribute to one of the greatest players in the history of football. Yesterday a man who was at the head of the french team that showed France what a multicultural country can achieve in sports, came back to the French national team. Being himself of algerian decent Zindine Zidane was a symbol of what imigrants could bring to France. Being back on the team I'm looking forward to seeing that Zindane magic back in the jersey of les bleus...Zindane pour président!!!
onsdag, august 03, 2005
Just thought you would enjoy some art. This is as you may know is my favorite. Some say it clearly reflects me. I just love Mr. Pollock I can spend half an hour staring at his paintings. I had never seen this one before its called Number 23. Amazing what you can do with black and white.
Whats your favorite artist???
If anyone has a spare send me one....
I should be doing my thesis....
Not writing blogs, learning how to do magic tricks, chatting with everybody, looking at the tate online, discovering Tracy Emin, listening to the wiseguys, reading the 6th Harry Potter (that stinks, but made it in a day anyway), I shouldn't be going on 30 km rides on my bike but jeez I feel free, shouldn't be baking bread (but nothing calms be down as much), shouldn't be spolied with great wine at Bjørn and Anja's place, I shouldn't be going to free movies in the city, I shouldn't be learning to play the guitar...
Guess I better get started...
Guess I better get started...
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