Tambien lo que no existe, existe

 

El silencio que no alcanzamos a compartir
y los caminos que no tomamos
la ruptura que no pudimos remediar
y lo que no tuvimos el uno del otro

 

Også det som ikke er, er

 

Stillheten vi ikke rakk å dele
og veiene vi ikke gikk
bruddet vi ikke klarte å hele
og de hverandre vi ikke fikk

 

Also what is not, is

 

The silence we missed sharing
and the roads we did not walk
the breakup we failed to heal
and the each others we never met

*

Fredrik Hossmann
(24/30)

 

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Possible Musics (11) «On The Train To Istanbul»

For example, a series of sessions on a train going from Oslo to Istanbul. No multi-tracking, everything is mixed as it is played. Editing only to clean up false starts and possibly to reinvent the purpose of dreaming. The passengers are occasionally joining in the performance as dancers or train conductors. As we are travelling towards Istanbul there are several artists painting the train green inside as well as sculptors changing the landscape we pass through. The sun transforms itself into a fish and the horizon is turned vertical. Instead of windows to look out of there is silence to look inside. The audience is applauded for listening deeply and for focusing the sounds that would otherwise be lost. Finally as the train comes to Istanbul it bursts into flames and everyone leaves by the secret exit. Except you. How would it sound? Imagine.

Ten short poems and two variations

poems

i don´t read poems
they read me

soon they know me
by heart

*

a ring of wind

I offer you a ring of wind

It is only you who knows
When you wear it

*

it doesn´t matter

it doesn´t matter

that is why
it si so important

*

as i am

if you want to see me
as I am

you must remember
that you are also a part of the picture

*

love is not all

but without love
it is nothing

*

here

here with us
you can be
as you are

only if you are
exactly as us

*

we

we can meet
because we are two

we can separate
because we are one

*

the same in all languages
the silence between the words

*

another voice
the same words
other words
yet the same voice

*

jigsawpuzzle

my life is a jigsaw puzzle
where the pieces are created
as they are needed

right now I am busy
with a flock of clouds
in the upper left corner

*

two variations

me and you
are not all

but without us
there is no we

*

the same in all houses
the space between the walls

*

Fredrik Hossmann