love

Postulation? All signs made on cardboard are a social commentary of one kind or another.

Except maybe the ones printed there en masse you might think, but then: not really. It does not matter whether you are picketing a behaviour incompatible with your own, asking for a free ride in a particular direction or soliciting financial compensation for your misfortune. Those are just the actions behind the sign. The sign itself is what you see first: a statement, a bulletin, an intention spelled out as clearly (or misguided) as the designer is intellectually capable of. Find them on the streets, discarded after use or ready at hand, more than often frayed with the incapability to change much if anything. But still and always addressing someones need or willingness to engage in some kind of social contract, to buy, to sell or whatnot and thereby issuing that postulated commentary. Is that reason enough for yours truly to apply artfulness on them? That is as legit a question as anyone and there’s this: as of 2011, fifteen percent (1.000.000.000) of this planets human inhabitants still see to their bodily needs in the open.

↓ Title(s): “En Suite: the right turn, our collective values, their shared advantages and the sound of freedom” (365 x 485 mm, mixed media on cardboard, work in perpetual progress)

ensuiteA

The right turn:
“I am the light!” she yelled and blew her whistle.

ensuiteB

Our collective values:
… that night he kept walking by our windows,
screaming his frustration at his phone: “… but I love you, asshole!”

ensuiteC

Their shared advantages:
“Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the little soft cities.” (C. Sandburg)

ensuiteD

The sound of freedom:
“The Uniform Plumbing Code, section 409.2.2 requires that all water closet seats, except those within dwelling units or for private use, shall be of the open front type.”

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Ved min død / At my death

For det tilfælde at dem der overlever mig ikke har deres egen forestilling om hvordan et dødt legeme skal bortskaffes, er her noteret undertegnedes levende synspunkt om det samme.

In the event that those who survive me do not have their own wishes or ideas on ​​how a dead body should be disposed of, I authored this brief memorandum on the issue.

Bemærk venligst at dette er kaldt et “notat” og ikke et “ønske”. Ved min død er min frie vilje endelig sat ud af spillet og der er intet mere at tilføje til livet. Jeg kan med sikkerhed love at jeg når denne tekst bliver aktuel er aldeles ligeglad med min krop, hvad der er tilbage af den og hvad der stilles op med den. Tilbage er kun resten af jeres eget liv. Valget -og jeres eventuelle sorg, er jeres alene.

Please note that this is called a “memo” and not a “wish”. At my death my free will finally be put out of action and there is nothing more to add to life. I can safely promise you that I will be utterly indifferent to my body, what’s left of it and what you will do with it. This leaves only the rest of your life. The choice -and your grief- is your own.

Jeg er som bekendt ikke medlem af nogen kirke, trosretning eller anden institution, der varetager nogen form for eksistentialistisk forretning, herunder håndteringen af friske menneske-lig. Ligeledes besidder jeg ingen tro på hverken guder, myter eller overnaturlige kræfter etc. Det er min anti-teistiske, levende overbevisning at al overtro skyldes ignorans og fejhed og jeg frabeder mig enhver forbindelse hertil. Men: min holdning dør sammen med resten af min bevidsthed og det fritager jer der læser dette fra at respektere den. Hvis læseren mener at noget som helst kan nå ham eller hende fra “hinsides” må det være følgende: min største respekt vil gå til jer der vælger at følge jeres egen intuition, tro eller whatever fremfor at respektere noget af det der står nedfældet her.

I am of course not a member of any church, denomination or any other institution organizing any kind of existentialist business, including the handling of fresh human corpses. Also I do not believe in neither gods, myths or supernatural powers etc. It is my anti-theistic, living conviction that all superstition is due to ignorance and cowardice, and I demand no affiliation with any of it. But: my opinion has disappeared along with the rest of my consciousness and it relieves the reader from respecting that. If the reader actually believes that anything can reach him or her from “beyond” it must be the following: my utmost respect will go to you who chooses to follow your own intuition, faith or whatever rather than to respect anything that is put to print here.

Notatet anbefaler derfor på ingen måde:

1: at mit afdøde legeme ikke bringes nær religiøse bygninger, jordarealer og/eller personager affilierede dertil.

2: at kremere mit nøgne lig i en papkasse.

3: at sprede min aske. For tiden er dette kun lovligt i DK til havs. Er loven ændret efter dette er forfattet eller for det tilfælde at min død indtræffer under en anden og mere frisindet lovmæssighed der tillader andet, synes tanken om en askespredning i en vilkårlig skov umiddelbart tiltalende selvom en baghave eller lignende nok også er fint.

4: sorg-bearbejdende ritualer, ceremonier og/eller anden festivitas ved min død bør foregå i en respektfuld tidsmæssig afstand på minimum 100 timer fra -og ikke i umiddelbar fysisk, geografisk forbindelse med foretagender i de ovennævnte 3 punkter. Dette bare for at sikre at det vitterlig bliver jeres egen fest og at mit lig ikke bliver unødigt gjort til omdrejningspunkt.

Therefore this memo in no way recommends:

1: that my dead body is not placed near any religious buildings, lands and / or personages affiliated thereof.

2: to cremate my naked body in a cardboard box.

3: to spread my ashes. Currently this is only legal in Denmark at sea. Is the law changed after this was written, or in the case that my death occurs under different and more liberal jurisdictions that allows otherwise, it seems that the idea of ​​an ash-spreading in any random forest is immediately appealing, though a backyard or similar is probably fine too.

4: grief processive rituals, ceremonies and / or other festivities at my death should be done in a respectful temporal distance of minimum 100 hours and not in immediate physical, geographical connection with the undertakings of the above 3 points. This is just to ensure that it does indeed become your own party and that my body is not unnecessarily made pivotal.

Så vidt mine jordiske rester. I det tilfælde at jeg overhovedet efterlader mig nogle materielle goder, vil den gældende lovgivning med sikkerhed gerne tage sig af og betalt for at fordele mine efterladte værdier blandt de rette behørige. Jeg lover at der ikke er værdier unyttigt gemt af vejen i hverken madrasser eller udenlandske bankkonti. Hvis denne ordning ikke passer mine overlevende bør eventuelle værdier doneres til et godt formål. Her foreslås et Ateistisk Selskab.

So much for my corporeal remains: in the event that I leave behind material goods, the applicable laws certainly will take care and a fee, to distribute my bereaved values ​​among the right proper. I promise that there are no values ​​uselessly tucked away in mattresses or foreign bank accounts. If this arrangement does not match the wishes of my survivors, all possible values ​​are to be donated to a good cause. I propose an Atheistic Society.

med venlig hilsen
og i ydmyg kærlighed
til alt levende,
herunder dig . . .

Yours sincerely
and in humble love
for all living things,
including you. . .

Transits of Venus (slow moving facts, unreachable truths and trivial news / there’s a poem, a code to our blues / dripping with foam, the guise of lust / Mars can’t wait to crush and get crushed)

 
               Millenium Catalog:2001 CE to 4000CE 
               (Astronomical Years: +2001 to +4000) 

                    Transit Contact Times (UT)
              -------------------------------------  Minimum           
   Date         I      II   Greatest   III     IV      Sep.  Transit
               h:m     h:m     h:m     h:m     h:m      "     Series 

2004 Jun 08   05:13   05:33   08:20   11:07   11:26   626.9     3 
2012 Jun 06   22:09   22:27   01:29   04:32   04:49   554.4     5 
2117 Dec 11   23:58   00:21   02:48   05:15   05:38   723.6     6 
2125 Dec 08   13:15   13:38   16:01   18:24   18:48   736.4     4 
2247 Jun 11   08:42   09:03   11:33   14:04   14:25   691.3     3 
2255 Jun 09   01:08   01:25   04:38   07:51   08:08   491.9     5 
2360 Dec 13   22:32   22:52   01:44   04:35   04:56   625.7     6 
2368 Dec 10   12:29   13:00   14:45   16:31   17:01   836.4     4 
2490 Jun 12   11:39   12:02   14:17   16:32   16:55   741.1     3 
2498 Jun 10   03:48   04:05   07:25   10:45   11:02   442.7     5 
2603 Dec 16   20:43   21:02   00:13   03:25   03:43   517.1     6 
2611 Dec 13   12:04   13:07   13:34   14:01   15:04   934.8     4 
2733 Jun 15   15:02   15:30   17:18   19:06   19:34   808.3     3 
2741 Jun 13   06:33   06:49   10:17   13:44   14:00   385.6     5 
2846 Dec 16   19:30   19:47   23:11   02:35   02:52   432.1     6 
2854 Dec 14     -       -     12:19     -       -    1026.7     4 
2976 Jun 16   17:45   18:19   19:44   21:10   21:44   850.5     3 
2984 Jun 14   09:01   09:16   12:49   16:22   16:37   336.3     5 

3089 Dec 18   17:39   17:55   21:31   01:06   01:23   320.6     6 
3219 Jun 19   20:50   21:46   22:19   22:52   23:49   908.1     3 
3227 Jun 17   11:21   11:37   15:13   18:50   19:05   293.4     5 
3332 Dec 20   16:16   16:32   20:14   23:56   00:12   235.5     6 
3462 Jun 22   23:29     -     00:27     -     01:26   948.1     3 
3470 Jun 19   13:31   13:46   17:26   21:07   21:22   247.9     5 
3575 Dec 23   14:29   14:44   18:32   22:19   22:34   131.5     6 
3705 Jun 24     -       -     02:32     -       -     989.3     3 
3713 Jun 21   15:25   15:40   19:22   23:05   23:20   215.2     5 
3818 Dec 25   12:57   13:12   17:01   20:50   21:05    41.1     6 
3956 Jun 23   17:22   17:37   21:21   01:06   01:21   175.2     5

We are


      
       hemispheres complemented
       in Aristophanic duality, requiting
like breath

       cycles recycling life, an endless series
       of eternal singular seconds,
like love.

       Insights move in illuminated waves,
       uncoil: fragments of night rubbed out,
like crust

       from our eyes. The inside of my mouth
       – the space feels cavernous with miss,
like today.