Jordtagningsplats

En av mina jordtagningsplatser i mitten av 1980-talet.
Afrodisias, Turkiet.
Bilderna från 1964, Ara Güler

Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back. People who are possessed are not possessed by something that just comes but instead by something that comes back. Sometimes life comes back. If in me everything crumbled before that power, it is not because that power was itself necessary an overwhelming one: it in fact had only to come, since it had already become too full-flowing a force to be controlled or contained - when it appeared it overran everything. And then, like after a flood, there floated a wardrobe, a person, a loose window, three suitcases.
And that seemed like Hell to me, that destruction of layers and layers of human archaeology.

Clarice Lispector

språkande, sprakande ordhöljen

tonen i det skrivna…

språkets sånglinjer genom orden

Som tysta ljud går segel efter segel.
Men nattens kupa står
och lika öppet står det vida hav
och alla dagar släcker sig i morgonljusning.
Som ett ej slocknat
slår en livsvarm doft
genom mina lemmar
och min hand är full av tavlor att läsa
och nya hjärtan brinner.

Ur Solgrönt

Pågående stygnling

Baba Jaga mytens eldfyllda kranium glöder inunder 
palimpsest

bildformen samgestaltar ord

Några av dem:

A Geology Lesson

Here, the sea strains to climb up on the land

and the tree blows dust in a single direction.

The trees bend themselves all one way

and volcanoes explode often

Why is this? Many years back

a woman of strong purpose

passed through this section

and everything else tried to follow

- Judy Grahn

ON my volcano grows the grass,—

A meditative spot,

An area for a bird to choose

Would be the general thought.

How red the fire reeks below,

How insecure the sod—

Did I disclose, would populate

With awe my solitude.

- Emily Dickinson


Stranger still are waters charged with power
to change men's minds as well as bodies.
- Ovid, Metamorphoses