Meget desværre er jeg ude af byen mens ovenstående vidunderlige løber af stablen. I burde virkelig komme og kigge. Kh Olga

'Like God' af Lynn Emanuel

you hover above the page staring down
on a small town. Outside a window
some scenery loafs in a sleepy hammock
of pastoral prose and here is a mongrel
loping and here is a train approaching
the station in three long sentences and
here are the people in galoshes waiting.
But you know this story about galoshes
is really About Your Life, so, like a diver
climbing over the side of a boat and down
into the ocean, you climb, sentence
by sentence, into this story on this page.

You have been expecting yourself
as a woman who purrs by in a dress
by Patou, and a porter manacled to
the luggage, and a man stalking across
the page like a black cloud in a bad mood.
These are your fellow travelers and
your are a face behind or inside these
faces, a heartbeat in the volley of these
heartbeats, as you choose out of all
the journeys, the journey of a man
with a mustache scented fairly with
Prince Albert. "He must be a secret
sensualist," you think and your awareness
drifts to his trench coat, worn, softened
and flabby, a coat with a lobotomy, just
as the train pulls into the station.

No, you would prefer another stop
in a later chapter where the climate is
affable and sleek. But the passengers
are disembarking, and you did not
choose to be in the story of the woman
in the white dress, which is as cool and
evil as a glass of radioactive milk. You
did not choose to be in the story of the
matron whose bosom is like the prow
of a ship and who is launched toward
lunch at the Hotel Pierre, or even the
story of the dog-on-a-leash, even though
this is now your story: the story of the
person-who-had-to-take-the-train-and-walk-
the-dark-road described hurriedly by
someone sitting at the tavern so you could
discover it, although you knew all along
the road would be there, you, who have
been hovering above this page, holding
the book in your hands, like God, reading.

Lidt om bøger

En af de gode ting ved at arbejde på et blad er anmeldereksemplarer. Jeg har lige modtaget Siri Hustvedts nye bog: En amerikaners lidelser og Daniel Kehlmann's Jeg og Kaminiski. Jeg får måske ikke lov til at beholde Hustvedt for mig selv, hun er i høj kurs herinde, men læse dem kan jeg i hvert fald.













Derudover har jeg købt to bøger på amazon. Den ene er Double Game af Sophie Calle. Det er en fantastisk bog, og så var den overraskende billig på nettet. Oven i hatten købte jeg også Miranda July's No One Belongs Here More Than You for en 50'er. Jeg kan bedst beskrive mine følelser for Miranda July som et highschool crush. Det er bl.a. hende der står bag filmen "Me, you and everyone we know", internetprojektet Learning to love you more og så er hjemmesiden for den bog jeg har købt rigtig sej.

Bogens problem

"En boghandler sagde til mig: Det er
lettere at sælge fire filtpenne
End én bog. Filtpennen er praktisk og
lader den kreative klasse udtrykke
Sig selv. En bog - så billig og
god den end er -
Tager tid, stjæler den. Dét er
bogens problem."

- Martin Larsen har skrevet Metrodigte.

Her er reglerne:
Regel nr. 1: Der må ikke skrives mens toget kører.
Dette er enkelt nok.
Regel nr. 2: Der må ikke tænkes mens toget holder stille.
Dette er yderst vanskeligt.

Det er en, der hedder Jacques Jouet, som har fundet på det.