(not translated – original English) my infinite world isin the closed egg of my will towards god – every finished pieceof joy and clean bitternessis put aside on the deep bottom of the sacred eye – always has god’s heat […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: cursed be the victory!
my Belovedcomessailingwith all,that has not yetbeen seen,never yet sensed –the sightof my Beloved’s footmakes mesuperfluous with agitation –now the landingis made, the gangway tightenedto flourish under myBeloved’s foot, allthe dreadful, thatwhich everysoul would recognizeas itself inthe grandeur of gods – […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: desert song
in white cloaksin white blindinghoodsknife-sharp ringsaround the necksear-splittingsoul-numbingrattling of chain –stepbystepprisoner-steps dragagainst sand –through whiteblinding hoodsburning eyes seesandsandsand –the human-fear’schains dragheavy trailsin sand – |the human-fear’sridiculous chainskill highwills in sand –in white cloaksin white blindinghood:Prisoners –CHAINS AREMYTHCHAINS ARELIE-SEEDS LINKEDTOGETHER –IN […]
Gustaf Munch-Petersen: white hyacinth
I am risingsmell-mists from acreeping night-flower –violet fogs does notexist by day,wins no faithin the transparency of the day’slife –therefore: comenot in towardsthe spirit-lips of the smell-trumpet’swhisper-mouth –come notnear – what for meis the night’s holygardenwith living airwith a thousand […]