om hundre år er allting glemt

Hei hvor det går?

2010-11-29T05:40:00.000-08:00

Det forutsigbare i det forutsigbare fører med seg lag på lag med selvinnsikt. Denne håpløse gjenoppdagelse av det stadige ønsket om forandring. Repetisjonens skjønne nostalgi og lovord om et positivt utfall. Snart er det et nytt år til og med.

claude et cathrine

2010-10-24T06:52:00.000-07:00

Paper sun

2010-02-24T02:58:00.000-08:00

Inside a caved in house
my arms roam freely

Towards a fire they fly
with sparks to ignite them

To touch a heart once more
idle and awaiting

This home can still grow strong
and house all our feelings

Beginnings to both our ends
a fear to join us

2010-01-02T05:40:00.000-08:00

Det Bor En Gammel Baker from Carsten Aniksdal on Vimeo.

Okkupasjon

2009-11-07T14:01:00.000-08:00

Kammerstøy fra en lavfrekvent tilstedeværelse. Hvem satt denne skikkelsen i rommet mitt? Hvem lot henne henge bildet sitt på veggen, rett bak speilet? Eier hun ingen skam, eller har jeg overtatt byrden?

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2009-10-21T14:22:00.000-07:00

I kveld har jeg gått til sengs med ensomheten. Kun en kort affære denne gangen. I morgen vil jeg vri meg over på siden og sky den som pesten. En forsikring om at vi ikke hører sammen, jeg og denne tidløse tilstand.

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2009-09-30T05:43:00.001-07:00

Nå minnes solen, midt i det innerste mørke. Så slukkes lyden, i et hav av sirener hørtes kun den ene.

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2009-09-19T03:10:00.000-07:00

Han stod ved enden av skogholtet og holdt seg fast til det siste treet. Et øyeblikk senere stod hele fortiden i brann og aske regnet håret grått. Foran han reiste solen seg, høyt.

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2009-05-02T07:59:00.000-07:00

En svak bris av selvsikkerhet flyter ut av munnen hennes i det hun stumt leser sine egne ord.

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2009-05-02T07:58:00.000-07:00

Og slik slår solen inn: skarpt, upassende og uendelig vakkert.

Uro

2009-05-01T10:38:00.000-07:00

Framtiden ligger tung og klam over mine skuldre. Så ofte en uro, så sjelden en vane.
Den fuktige pusten fra hjertet slår bølger av svette i panna. Nåde er nådd.

Two moons

2009-02-27T12:43:00.001-08:00

The two moons are towering above
this construct of architecture

Now I dance alone in streets of snow
with bags of wine and cigarettes to go

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2009-02-24T06:26:00.000-08:00

The silent ways
of empty days
are brushing up
against my forehead

An evening's crave
on how to be brave
rests dormant
beneath the covers

Footsteps in the snow
don't know where to go

When we were wine

2009-02-03T06:34:00.000-08:00

She was prancing at midnight
all dressed up in my imagination
carrying her heart on a red sleeve
shuffling our feet into position
letting her hair breeze

I was dancing in twilight
all messed up in her fascination
marrying our hearts on a lead leaf
muffling our words into precession
getting a moments peace

Skrivekløe

2009-01-30T10:12:00.000-08:00

Jeg la hånden på bordet og festet den raskt med kniven. Et lett rykk ville spjære kjøttet og ødelegge enhver sjanse for å kunne skrive igjen.

Snow and fever

2009-01-19T17:30:00.000-08:00

The snow outside whites up my room
A clock reveals too much
Attention is no longer at the details
Sleep will only rush tomorrow
Sun breaks the heart too

Sic transit gloria

2009-01-15T04:19:00.000-08:00

Starless ceiling on top of me
A bedside table dehydrated
Tumbles of dreams and hair blown across the room
Hope breathes at each entrance of light
Pressing knowledge on the wall
Burn marks from the sun on my sheets
Two prints from feet turned towards the door
Developing momentum
And then

The bee and the flower

2009-01-12T03:20:00.000-08:00

The bee ate the flower and the flower stung the bee
There is still honey dripping from the wounds

Too much coffee and cigarettes

2008-12-25T09:11:00.001-08:00

Et oppløftende nederlag

2008-12-18T07:36:00.000-08:00

Ser jeg egentlig disse menneske jeg snakker med? Jeg tror mitt inntrykk av dem representerer deres egentlige selv, men innrømmer raskt min analytiske utilstrekkelighet. I dette tilfellet faller tvilen meg nær og en tilsynelatende innlysende refleksjon over min egen personlighet blir satt ut av spill, men også på prøve. Nok et kartlagt øyeblikk som leter etter sin egen substans.

Days of static

2008-12-17T04:10:00.000-08:00

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2008-12-10T05:27:00.000-08:00

Et hav av tid forsvinner, dager er nå blitt år. Dette stille minutt skriver timer i min kalender. Jeg eldes raskt. Så gjør mine tanker, så gjør mitt hjerte.

Safehouses On Fire

2008-11-30T04:30:00.001-08:00

Harde fakta til tross

2008-11-21T04:23:00.000-08:00

En overbærende følelse av tilstedeværelse kunne ikke unngås. Enn hvor mye distanse som ble servert den kvelden var lengselen til glemsel fremdeles urovekkende sterk. Slik spaserte tankene relativt stabilt gjennom denne åker av frustrasjon og senebetennelser, uaffisert og hovne, som alltid.

Phantomliebe

2008-11-10T17:13:00.000-08:00

The movement from her hand was slow, as if medicated by her own rationality. It translated down to a nervous tick. She swallowed her heart soon after.

Still

2008-11-05T04:03:00.000-08:00

My window frames a branching bloom. The moon is an empty palette. Graded skies drift in colours and air. Shapes refurnish this room. Above the bed a dormant sun. Quiet pictures on the wall. The consistency of your vacancy still lingers overwhelming.

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2008-11-05T04:02:00.000-08:00

Too much sleep wont solve any problems. Neither will this.

One evening

2008-11-03T08:03:00.000-08:00

I walked her home soon after the show. With heavy steps in silent snow our pasts were now invisible to the naked eye. Strained smiles were whispering truths underneath their lips. Street lights in awe, the wind stopped breathing. A portrait held it's posture. Nothing more to ad.

To flourish

2008-10-27T06:24:00.000-07:00

Two blocks from your spot I buried my heart in the grass.

We are this world

2008-10-27T06:21:00.000-07:00

The flies have left us poor on flesh and sustain. Our temples have been grained into sand by oceans of useless intelligence. We are left to render dominance over broken stones. We are now the kings of mud.

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2008-10-27T06:10:00.000-07:00

Steep steps into the deep. What lies dormant beneath?

Everything else is just dust and sand

2008-10-11T10:48:00.000-07:00

I have sand in my lunges. A forest runs through my head. And there are flowers in your heart. Water now undertows.

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2008-10-08T10:28:00.000-07:00

The days shift from overcast to sun to be where you're in shine. Another proof worthy of existence will not be easy to find. We are the vigilant construct of a synergy that will devour all that's pointless. But our homes still hides this storm from thunder.

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2008-10-07T10:01:00.000-07:00

An intricate manner expressed in the raw, my body eludes me. I gather the peaks for an outburst of complexion, my night is now turned into day.

This light

2008-10-04T07:26:00.000-07:00

The light outside my window is the light inisde your heart.

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2008-10-03T08:39:00.000-07:00

Another blissful accident accused of being less. Not this time I promise thee. Slow from drunk and half the space, one must believe in colours. For it is not all grey that which shimmers.

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2008-10-02T07:04:00.000-07:00

Soft bones in concrete skin, no eyes can glimmer through. A halo grey to circle beneath, this podium has roots in weakness. It's speaker shakes behind the wheel.

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2008-09-29T04:44:00.000-07:00

I still lived in the shadow of things. The perpetual silhouette of a creature from the forest. Amongst pixies and trees, owls and the more than meets the eye. Still.

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2008-09-24T05:06:00.000-07:00

My arms were ashamed form reaching, too needy a grasp. What sun craves blood for shelter? Not worthy a wound.

Untill dawn

2008-09-20T04:01:00.000-07:00

I render tears and eat the horizon. My walk is shallow or less, too much strength behind that smile. Comfort leaves at dawn, sleep will be over.

Closed

2008-09-18T16:43:00.000-07:00

Pallet

2008-09-18T05:20:00.000-07:00

Movement does not equal progression. My days are still fast in a slow way. The windowpane remains the same. At least my pallet is rich from wounds.

Rhug life

2008-09-17T11:26:00.000-07:00

Foretaste

2008-09-17T11:23:00.000-07:00

I hear them amongst the current, these dreams in clouds and rain. Together with fields and stone, slow pulses between the blossom. Our golden flower rising.

Nothings wrong

2008-09-06T05:39:00.000-07:00

I am the mute talking to the deaf through blinded eyes. There is nothing wrong with this picture.

The past of future present

2008-08-25T05:18:00.000-07:00

Broke down the door to your old bedroom and found the emptiness I was looking for. The cold sweat from relief would not leave my body and I was blocking the doorway on purpose.

Freidig

2008-08-13T06:18:00.000-07:00

Ikledd sin nakenhet, bevisst det glemte og med et retningsløst kaos strukturert farer det freidige blod sin omgang med tanken.

Feathered ground

2008-08-13T06:12:00.000-07:00

Oh how my hands reach out, in thin air they embrace. This fountain fury of mountain warmth still pounds your name in stone. Come all spears of longing and burst through these shields of flesh and rain our hair to cover our faces. We can still sleep on feathered ground.

Soft

2008-08-11T17:37:00.000-07:00

So soft it lasts, until the morning it will hover, this fragment of a feeling. From a shrine leaked, now set to drift and be eaten by horizons of rainbows.

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2008-08-11T06:00:00.000-07:00

Nå var tungen ute, ord kom til å bli sagt. Slik oppsto hans vegring. En tvilsom beslutningsprosess basert på uregelmessighetene til et organs mekaniske rytmikk. Høyst urovekkende og lite gjennomtenkt, heldigvis.

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2008-08-11T05:55:00.000-07:00

The morning came way too late and the sunset was starting without them. Little was known of this palace they shared, even to the ones who lived there. What sights and wonder did hide underneath, so unspoken? The mind is a terrible thing to waste, but so is this love.

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2008-08-08T14:32:00.000-07:00

En strøm av fager form driver kraft i mann og mening. Ytres for sjeldent, denne gang først ute: man sogner kun til ene, men ikke nødvendigvis alene.

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2008-08-08T14:28:00.000-07:00

Now there is the wake of last evening to attend to. This mornings rise will be a time of grief where we mourn the loss of our once shared romance.

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2008-08-08T14:26:00.000-07:00

What belongs where and to whom or at all? Why now and not then? At least nothing can be lost without once having been found.

Mitt vindu

2008-08-01T09:07:00.001-07:00

Mitt vindu rammer inn en ensom sky. Jeg stirrer til den forsvinner. Blå himmel, ingenting i sikte.

Son of a bit

2008-07-21T12:40:00.001-07:00

"I come in bits and pieces!"

Bend

2008-07-21T05:33:00.000-07:00

I gave the corner a chance to curve, the light bends easier when no lines are broken.

Them

2008-07-20T11:28:00.000-07:00

They live inside my dreams chasing my nightmares.

The day to day today

2008-07-20T11:26:00.000-07:00

Today the rain fell hard. Today the sun was absent. Today the clouds were beautiful. Today the moon was shining. Today was like tomorrow, only further away.

Åpenlyst

2008-07-18T08:40:00.000-07:00

Slikt et tomrom til spille, slikt varmetap. En hemmelig sol, en åpenlys måne.

Cloudbusting

2008-07-13T14:02:00.001-07:00

Loop endlessly in motion towards each wave of the storm.

Breaking news

2008-07-12T06:38:00.001-07:00

This just in: the light through my window. Uncurtained form the world, reminders are being bounced across the room, keeping me awake. What dread will sleep with me this slumber? Another pointless irrationality? Or perhaps something of the blood? More likely. A phantom now burns inside.

More than this

2008-07-10T04:58:00.000-07:00

Two houses built like homes, one door to leave them both. A tree on top of colourful hearts, a root to rest in more than clouds.

Blendet og blind

2008-07-08T04:51:00.001-07:00

Slik en lystung tilværelse. En bør av farger langt båret. Et regn av sol nå stritt mot sinn. Blendet og blind.

House of cards

2008-07-07T17:36:00.000-07:00

This house. A home. His room. Of cards. This mountain. A conquest. Her nest. Of honey.

The moon

2008-07-06T11:51:00.000-07:00

A fog sets, now this night is grey. Room silent, almost there. So pale in shades, must be the moon again. My window is not that easy to close.

Unwholy

2008-07-06T11:50:00.000-07:00

There is a hole inside. It's mouth is wide open.

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2008-07-05T09:58:00.001-07:00

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By choice

2008-06-30T07:57:00.000-07:00

Horizontal in vertical by choice. Now a momentary crisis, tomorrow a faded old movie. Why leave a sinking ship.

Looneliness

2008-06-30T07:56:00.000-07:00

The loonliness of loneliness keeps begging for attachment.

What's left

2008-06-30T07:54:00.001-07:00

Action your sorrowful hillsides, climb these steep descents. Follow with eyes into exit, you can leave what's left on the right.

Forankret

2008-06-21T04:16:00.001-07:00

Stukket i stykker av prismet brensel. Glød til spille, et landskap til flammer. Stein i stigning mot et ras av bølger, en verden nå forankret i et himmelhvelv.

Her face

2008-06-19T06:54:00.000-07:00

Her face was now eclipsed, shadowing the naked sun.

Lysmord

2008-06-15T15:04:00.000-07:00

Proud

2008-06-15T14:59:00.000-07:00

Dragged behind a speeding horse, too proud to be in any pain.

the two alter egos altering their egos

2008-06-12T07:09:00.001-07:00

Woman with flower

2008-06-07T04:39:00.001-07:00

Let the start finish

2008-06-07T03:25:00.000-07:00

I walk silently and wrong on stones of fire. This feeble fable is an untrustworthy moment: to be in contrast to what I am. Yet is dead, these steps are inwards now. Let the start finish what the end can't bare.

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2008-06-05T10:47:00.000-07:00

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Deer

2008-06-03T16:41:00.000-07:00

My hands are naked at the touch of sun. Your feet holds ground in gardens. White out the future with rainbows, dear.

Clearly

2008-06-01T06:04:00.000-07:00

More to the minor than meets the eye, a brightness still covered with sighs. Confronted reminder now well under play, its time to break out the scenery. A common belief in what matters the most, we clearly are amongst the living.

Tømt

2008-06-01T05:40:00.000-07:00

En tanke tømt til ytterst tomhet, et verk av tyngde til havets bunn. Snart i glemsel og gammel vane, snart et sår i det sarte sinn.

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2008-05-19T04:02:00.000-07:00

I cultivate this persona to assimilate any reflection, just not my own. Strong in a verbal silence, no words stand alone. A chair is a bed for some.

Once, but now and after

2008-05-19T03:59:00.000-07:00

Our heads between soft mountains, her ocean still calls a rolling thunder. This quiet storm in heat and all gives grave danger a new name. Slipped from rope, our boats are now adrift. This sea will swallow all of our worries and lower the surface. Once, but now and after.

House call

2008-04-21T17:40:00.000-07:00

They found their compression of a transparent reflection. Dear to old, dead and foe my face is breached to recapture its essence. It was me they thought they saw, all along.

An aim for vacancy

2008-04-11T03:38:00.000-07:00

In my place there sits an equal, an advisory worthy of life. A phantom philosophy is maintained and obscured, our names sound just the same. We still follow the "I" to a great extent and talk violently with greed for compassion. The third throne rests briefly and faint. An aim for vacancy.

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2008-04-11T03:35:00.000-07:00

Så nære et øde, så full av liv. Vi danser ensomt sammen og drikker våre øyeblikk tomme. Tørst og stille, våken til sist. Den andre sover.

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2008-03-27T06:21:00.001-07:00

In cycles beneath these mountains of landscapes comes rolling rocks of hillside walls. The shallow birth of hollow carved cold an open chest. Endlightning.

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2008-03-27T06:18:00.000-07:00

These days are fictional, no character belongs..

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2008-03-12T17:15:00.001-07:00

There are crows nesting in the gun shack. They pray on the salt, I let them finish.

We are the cold

2008-03-02T06:36:00.000-08:00

We breathe the travesty of a long forgotten memory of empathy and concern.

This light will follow

2008-02-08T15:56:00.000-08:00

Them bones

2008-02-07T15:56:00.000-08:00

Information

2008-01-22T02:53:00.000-08:00

Love is strange (mp3)

2008-01-13T15:36:00.001-08:00

Lost in the lodge with remixed repetitions. The sound from my room can now be heard, but I am still just asleep inside my inland empire.

Self portrait

2008-01-08T16:28:00.001-08:00

I stepped outside into a world and looked myself in the mirror.

Conception of consumption

2007-12-21T01:39:00.000-08:00

We live outside these evolving loops, a progress in tale biting and re-runs. On this dead scene we play out our method-acted and preconceived visions and ravish in joy that is paper thin. We are what we buy, we buy what we are.

Nous sommes seuls

2007-12-14T05:55:00.000-08:00

In this predicament we exist only to please the differences in the deviance of our own multiple needs. An isolation that sadly requires full loyalty to a staged persona representing the emulation we so willingly execute. The gap between the "I" and "it" is growing like canyons.

In my center of misconception

2007-12-12T06:25:00.000-08:00

I am the query

2007-12-10T02:56:00.000-08:00

Sleep comes violently, crossing and crying. Much of me seems real, others are waiting to find out. A puncture wound and all of a sudden..