«Love is the very difficult understanding that something other than yourself is real.»

Iris Murdoch

Minner

«Spikre som står ut må bankes inn med hammer.
Det samme gjelder minner.»

Stig Sæterbakken

miss courageous

Whatever story you tell, I say Oh!
Then doubt takes a seat, telling No.

My hand is still warm, the other turned cold
You gave one away for some other to hold

Doubt stays the night, heavy with cargo
Cranes drop containers brimful of sorrow

Along comes a price of ubiquitous spell
A leech on a ride with no name but miss L

Don´t you get nervous

Don´t you get nervous when you lie
As if a US drone should point at you from the sky

Fearing your secrets, unfolding like duds
Build up like garbage in Neapolitan hoods

Who let them inside, curb porcelain peace
Control your mind like Shelleys beast

Don´t you get nervous when you lie
As if falling from a treehouse not knowing you can fly

Think all safe then you hunt down the next
Nobble all precious except for the sex

Act nothing out loud, a strange silent battle
Words in containment cause noise like a rattle

Don’t you get nervous when you lie
As if the dark makes your friend, then eats you alive

You become what you do, so who are you now
What is your weapon except accompanying Snow

Don’t you get nervous when you lie
As if all lived and felt were just fog banks and tide

One lie to rule them all

One lie to rule them all
Which one I don’t recall
It followed us down on the Chinese Wall
Took the sun away in French St.Paul

Looking at you I lost sight of the virtues
In pursue of that lie I forgot not to hurt you