Birds sing, eggs are silent
My first poem was a clumsy prayer i wrote in my diary, to get rid of the need of a god but me. Through the years my writing developed into verbal voodoo, white magic, the way i do it. Yes, i do poetry. Whether it is rap or love-poem or sad incantation or wordy medicine. Combining the impossible to survive that part of life that is forced upon us. Sudden silence. That’s my thing. I write to end up speechless. Take a bite.This is my first loop-mantra for example:
THEVISIBLEWORLDISBUTAMIRROR THEREISNOWAYTOSEEANERROR JUSTPOLISHTHEOBVIOUS WITHTHEDIAMONDDUSTOFWHATMUSTBE THEVISIBLEWORLD…ETC.
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