aah aah, canyou see Jerusalem aah, can yousee JERUSALEMaah try toSEE Jerusalem farfar away –it is Jerusalemthe distant thing of pure gold – |aah I willshow my classof five childrenthe only je-rusalem –but aah they willnot believe, beforethey have seen, […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: springtime
the queen of thelong realm of theyellow starhad lovers, whocried in paledry nights –She had set themin the cage of thehunting love, withoutgiving themfood – and they burnedafter thegolden pan, which theyever eversaw –|and the queen, the queen?? ? ?every […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: my sister is worried
little golden haired sister,you shallnot worryfor your husbandin denmarkand not for yourfather in denmark –little droplet-eye,little sister,you shall joinyour hands togetherto a cup andwait – |and God shall look downinto your fine new cupand maybe leta droplet fallon your hand […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: the love of my body
I love the oldwomen withthe young limbs andthe young love –the ancient old –! – – – | to become like that, o women,you must be plunderedfor all,and against the innermost guardianof your beingshall that, which you detest, beinvincible –and […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: across the sea to beloved princess
your surge neverreaches my coastmy breath darkensyour crownand raises altarupon altar to agreater circle –your love darkensyour star –yourhand is scepter-happinessmy hand issacrificial knife –bind my heart,high princess, butbeware:sacrificial knife, sacrificial knifeis the name of my right hand –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: presentation
under the Temple of BAALI slide –,I the 600th ofthe blue worms –I eat my wayahead through the copper mountain,whereon the Temple of BAALis placed –we brothers and sisters,we the 600 blue worms,we hateBAALand detest hisTemple –but we eat hismountainwith […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: to the apostle Søren
dear little brother Søren,do not letyour patheticmorning-soul disfigureyour of the Lordilluminated garnet cheekswith your half-heartedport wine tears – – – – | remember Søren,that it is a thousand foldbetter to haveseen the Lord your God’simage from your brandy’slight-coloured mountain,than to […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: wednesday at 16:15
the dove brush againstthe secretary’s temple –his engagement ring went downon the table –:I wish tosense a falcon’s nest and hearthe youngsters cry outin the flagstaff of life –I wish, tosee moose swima wading mile throughmoon-flood and swamp-sparklingsecrets –I wish, […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: for Poul
it is not like that –you CAN see throughthe heaviest darkness –it is completely different –you can turn around, andyou will justhave to walk a few stepsmore –you can change course, andyou will justhave to change courseonce more –when the newrealm comes likea clean […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: this life
everything about hu-mans isirrelevant andaccidental exceptthe path, they take –their stuff,their facesand their shoes –on the goodpaths walkthe good –,and on the evilpaths walkthe evil –everything else isGod’s entertainment musicon the roadtowards good, orGod’s entertainmentmusic on the roadtowards evil –the […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: new year’s
– in the yellow flower of the yearover a thousand distant roadsshines oldquenching tear –high high along crisp stemsdroplets clingingrun towards the forgetfulness of the sea –when every last tear has run,the earth will arise from the bathwith the surge […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: yuletide sun
green golden smoke sails from the peace of havannaand blows at middayrosy shades of sun through the conifersdown to earth’s stupidity – in the corners of the sun’s mouth is to be readthe truth about the earth:the earth is fine […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: from today on
from today on the whole world is more different, than ever before – today has it, and thereby also I, entered a whole new phase – the earth, humanity and I myself run from today on unfathomable risks, and perhaps […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Nino
he was found under the lemon trees –he was forced into marriage at nineteen –he lost his manhood at marne –and he births eleven beggars – the sincerityin the run of fleeing elephants –:your walk –silent, free of hungeryour eyes […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Santo Cacopardi
you await the night –your blood boils slowly bubblingin the sun –,creeping your teeth laughsharp and white –,playing glides your walk –playing safelyyour body hangs against the wallall day in shadow –deep in cold pupilsa child cries despairinglyforgotten –,tired till […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: brothers
they herded goatsand I spread out my feet in the sunon capo san andreae –black-eyed, seven-year-old and smilingthe oldest came and begged for cigarettes –when he left,he did three somersaultsand laughed –brown-cheeked, tear-stripedthe little one cameand sighing laid five yellow […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: Salvatore Bambara
everybody sang – salvatore bambarasat aloneand looked at his hands –then he lifted his eyessmilinglistening –o they are happyand it is my words, they sing,and nobody knows –mine –,and nobody knows –,o lovely –!
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: sun
in the midday suna bird singsin a cage the size of a hat – through closed gratingspale song seeps –thin voices singbent over sicilian embroideries –along white and yellow threadsthe words drip –– – –sixteen-year-olds – seventeen-year-olds –gratings between them […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: summer night
a white owlsailed inaudiblytowards a cypress –,and four starssimultaneously deserted the skyand laid down on the sea –from the highest mountaintopa donkey crieda raw stinking toneof despairing injustice –
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: song
god-child, whom I love –!how many must I beat –? shall I always cometo your smile, which says:poor killing god-man –? you know they can’t sufferonly bleed –only try –only die – how long god-child –?shall my sun-heart always roamalways […]