Silence And Lack Of Words Turned Into A Interactive Object-oriented Installation... Based On All Those

Well written! 👍

Dudes, just write. Stop asking me if you should start/continue/finish what you’re writing despite have x, y, or z problem. If you want to write I am in NO WAY authorized to tell you when to stop/start. That’s up to you and always will be.

If you think “no one will ever genuinely like this” you are 100% wrong. 100%. Think about all the trash out there that has fans. I wrote stuff when I was twelve that had more genuine fans among my family/classmates than ANYTHING I never shared with another living soul. It’s impossible to write something no one will like.

If you think “I’ll never finish it so why even bother?” you’re only depriving yourself, man. That’s like saying, “I like this cookie, but I can’t eat the whole bag. Guess I won’t even try one.” ????? Just write the story, to hell with endings. Some of the best works in the world went unfinished by the author/composer/architect, yet we admire the heck out of them. Maybe, instead of thinking you’ll never finish something, tell yourself this is the one you will finish (and repeat it until you do).

If you feel “this hurts to write, I’m too close to the subject material” either set it aside or full speed ahead. You MUST know how many classics, prize winners, and life changers came from someone’s very real pain and experience. Addicts, traumatized persons, victims, quite often they find solace and healing in writing about their experiences. Most importantly, so do their readers.

If you want to write, write. Otherwise only you are standing in the way of what you want.

Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.

Søren Kierkegaard (via philosophybits)

As said by a fellow dane, so very true.

Slutning Mulig.

DELVIST OPLÆST LØVES 14/2 – POETKLUB AARHUS HER DEN FULDE TEKST; SKREVET TIL OPLÆSNING:

Den perfekt drejede slutning. Håndværk som i de gode gamle Blixen-dage, ikke antydningen af skruer eller søm til at holde sidste side på plads… SLUTNINGEN er hvad det drejer sig om! Én af de mange mulige… Og, da det er løgn og latin, mest løgn, stadigvæk, også de komplet latterlige tåbelige himmelråbende…

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Indeed!!!

unexpected texts are needed

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

Variationer over Knust Vindue.

DEN SÆDVANLIGE VRØVLEN OM NOGET SIMPELT.

Det er et ægte mysterium. Detektiven hives frem. Støves af og opdateres; moderne metoder og arbejdslegat fra Statens Kunstfond. Optimale betingelser. Rapporten vil ligge på redaktørens bord til julesalget. Men det er ikke for amatører, det kræver sin mand. Som er en kvinde, gerne inter-skandinavisk. Det har vist sig effektivt. Hun spidser mund og pen,…

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I don't want safety. I make the impossible!

“People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.”

— Neil Gaiman

Now for me # XXXX of this kinda days. Thank God (?) for fiction: Escape-way...

not to be unnecessarily fake deep on a wednesday afternoon but I feel like I don’t have a personality also that I’m not real

I think we've been here before… Sun breaking through some clouds, sharp rays of light, the usual stuff. Yes. Nothing new here. But wait! A picture tells more than a thousand words. Especially when amplified with loudspeakers mounted on high poles. Let's listen… Hey, you light, could you please tell your sun, that you're making an awful lot of noise! It IS quite nice to look at, agreed, but do you know how it sounds? Anyway, you could turn down the volume a bit; I think everybody's got the message. As usual. Now someone might actually be speaking, like with words, but they're blown away by you, and makes no sense. PLEASE turn down a notch or two; what comes out of those loudspeakers could be interesting for you too! Right now it just sounds like… What? Are you doing this? Have you really hired special effects? But yes! There's no real words. It's only dummies! Not a single understandable word, just poles for the contrast. How clever! Fitted with those loudspeakers, just to make that association: "That a picture…" Yes, we've certainly been here before: You're turning this into a competition. Pretending to use words! Only for a stronger image. Cheating! Overkill! Who in this world will ever believe in the sun anymore? Or that words are anything but a silent plugin to pictures? You've blown it out of reality and straight into fiction. Fool! #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Yes, also her, somewhere) #primeiroproximopasso (Always... Hiding outside the frame) #specialeffects #unreal #overkill #loudspeakers #sun #notforreal #cheating #fiction #reality #whenthesunmakestoomuchoutofasimplesunriseandturnsitintofiction (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Not existing)

It's a lie. That all your life flashes by. In your last minutes or seconds. You're just a bit surprised, and quite empty-headed. You actually have time to speculate. What should your last thoughts be about? You're almost paralyzed; your body rapidly shutting down. With some effort you spend your last few moves to get a picture of the sun. Beautifully letting rays through the treetops. Your last action is to post the picture on Instagram. Pressing the buttons drains your body, so now you only have your thoughts. And that beautiful image of the sun a late aftersoon. With or without your eyes closed. It's a nice view. And a nice place to die. You're quite satisfied with your luck. But what to think about... Ofcourse some family, friends, and partners through life. Then what? You don't know if you're surprised, or expected it. But what follows you and kinda keeps lingering, is those fictive figures. The ones you have played with the better part of your life. At this stage, they're more real than anything from your real life. It's no surprise, that what fills your fading brain, becomes pure fiction. Your last goodbyes goes to 'I', 'him', 'Laurie', 'Senhor Passo', and all the more or less important other figurines through the story. In the end, they're more alive than ever. And I can stop thinking; they don't really need my brain. That's a relief. And I smile towards the sun. Or they do. I shake hands and leave the party. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof #primeiroproximopasso #fiction #prose #dying #reality #famouslastwords #sun #thatoneoffhashtagialwaysuseisinthiscaselefttomyfictivepersons (The usual one-off hashtag... But not from me) #andthendarkness #happy #smile (her: somewhere nice)

Age and experience Are savage beasts Devouring hope & innocence Through life’s bloodied feast

(via in-my-thinking)

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