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Lyrics from San Francisco B.C., by Silver Jews: He said the power of metal will never be harnessed I thought the wages of metal should be heavily garnished
December 8, 2025 at 3:28 PM
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Klart grabben ska diska-mannen.
November 11, 2025 at 2:57 PM
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From another problematic fave, and the top rope:
October 13, 2025 at 4:04 PM
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Regissören beskriver det i alla fall i en intervju som provokativt. Det var ingen protes?

(Halvrelaterat så stängde vi nästan av ”Anatomy of a Fall” vid viss hundscen, innan vi insåg hunden ifråga gav bästa rollprestationen i filmen).
February 19, 2025 at 9:32 AM
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Ur Gui Minhais Lucia,

#lyrikfredag
Den vadderade väggen återtar på ett ögonblick sitt ursprungliga utseende Lucia på tröskeln var bara ett ögonblicks hägring I det dödstysta rummet Kan jag inte höra ljudet av hennes fjäderlätta steg I den sorgsna svarta natten gråter jag svarta tårar Varför kan hennes ljus inte lysa upp mina mörka ögon Det kan väl inte vara för att mitt namn kommer alltför långt bortifrån? Det kan väl inte vara för att min hud är alltför gul? Jag kan inte höra Luciasången Eller gissa om Lucia är verklig eller ej Jag är bara ett övergivet barn i den vackra världen Som ritar den ena dörren efter den andra på väggarna
December 13, 2024 at 6:34 AM
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Bild på David Foster Wallace där han och Rosemarie är lite lika vid en snabb anblick.
December 6, 2024 at 3:08 PM
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Mary Oliver om hjärtbojor,

#lyrikfredag
”As long as we are able to be extravagant we will be hugely and damply extravagant. Then we will drop foil by foil to the ground. This is our unalterable task and we do it joyfully.” And they went on. “Listen, the heart-shackles are not, as you think, death, illness, pain, unrequited hope, not loneliness, but lassitude, rue, vainglory, fear, anxiety, selfishness.” Their fragrance all the while rising from their blind bodies, making me spin with joy.
November 29, 2024 at 1:20 PM
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Två Frank Bidart-fragment,

#lyrikfredag
You appeared as a woman, but I saw through that. Since adolescence I saw that what cannot be possessed generates lust— (secretly, how relieved we are to find, yet again, for each of us, what generates lust—). I tell you, angrily: What one creature lacks, its lover is trained by that lack, again and then again, to covet. I blamed my mother and grandmother and father as if they were souls, not flesh— vowed never to have a child (at seven or eight, solemnly vowed never to make a creature like me) because no creature must ever conceivably feel about me what I felt about him.
August 16, 2024 at 7:13 AM
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Rilke och Frost om dunklet i trädkronor,

#lyrikfredag
Evening The sky puts on the darkening blue coat held for it by a row of ancient trees; you watch and the lands grow distant in your sight, one journeying to heaven, one that falls; and leave you, not at home in either one, not quite so still and dark as the darkened house- es, not calling to eternity with the passion of what becomes a star each night, and rises; and leave you (inexpressibly to unravel) your life, with its immensity and fear, so that, now bounded, now immeasurable, it is alternately stone in you and star. Into my own One of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as ‘twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand. I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew – Only more sure of all I thought was true.
June 28, 2024 at 10:56 AM
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Gwendolyn Brooks,

#lyrikfredag
May 31, 2024 at 1:12 PM
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David Berman i ”Actual air”.

#lyrikfredag
But first I have some business to take care of. I walked out to the hill behind our house which looks positively Alaskan today, and it would be easier to explain this if I had a picture to show you, but I was with our young dog and he was running through the tall grass like running through the tall grass is all of life together, until a bird calls or he finds a beer can and that thing fills all the space in his head. You see, his mind can only hold one thought at a time and when he finally hears me call his name he looks up and cocks his head. For a single moment my voice is everything: Self-portrait at 28.
May 17, 2024 at 9:16 PM
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Inte om ingen sätter fart
Eric Andre som uppmanar dig att ”ranch it up”
November 22, 2023 at 4:37 PM