Kategori: Poems

(I) Hvilke oljeinstallasjoner har vi bedrevet utbytting av i afrikanske områder den siste tiden? Var min første tanke. Med mitt engasjement. Det var kaldt i vannet, kunne jeg tenke, den dagen. Men jeg var ikke på Utøya. Fordi jeg ikke hadde en stemme. Fordi jeg ikke hadde hørt internasjonalen før flere år etterpå. Tilfreds med…

Yellow, faded, almost dead, slow, in mud, yet to be born. The self-sabotage, the sound-barrier, and the stale food. Waves of my ancestors, in the land of Depression. The old man, the little boy, who’s father shot By any old soldier, in any old Land. By men who themselves saw their fathers die, and then…

Watching the news nowadays, it can be helpful to remind ourselves that the predicament in which we find ourselves is not new. Last year i jotted down these lines, on how the lines of solidarity and alienation have been a part of modern history: I wonder what they feltWhen the aidworkers were called backWhen the…