Sun, Gull, and Jellyfish
Evening sun
The last evening sun
gathers itself to become a drop,
more drops, many, many.
A storing and a charging takes place.
The cocoons are being shaped by the drops
out by the coast, and they can be seen
just by
squinting.
They come floating
like diving bells
but in the air.
Until they, with a few pauses,
stop, and almost crash down
to break the surface of the water.
A lot of them, almost all of them
should be left alone.
They are in the middle of processes
that do not concern humans.
They are situated somewhere
between resin and amber.
In a borderland with a different time.
And once in a while you are, yourself
within one of them.
It is cause for such a refreshing twitch inside me
when I land one morning
from a nightly chute
after having been inside
one of them.
During other mornings
a certain workforce
seem to be quite spent
but how and why
is quickly being covered
by heavy, black drapes.
The day always starts
with a specific fauna and flora
which is not up for discussion.
It makes it so wildly harmonic.
There is a new kind of graffiti in town
The unforeseen can be
the pigeon glimpsed in the corner of the eye
which has never been a pigeon
but a much larger gull
who is now looking up
and his what-do-you-want-gaze
in the middle of the pedestrian street.
The gulls are overtaking the town.
They have learned something new about the humans
and the ideas of monopoly
that are truly crumbling,
no, they are actually already long gone.
I recognize the anger in the gull’s eye.
Want to translate it.
Jellyfish
It is said that jellyfish do not have brains
but a lot is being said. I have noticed that
some people seem to brush their consciousness about the world
with long monologues, a sort of serpentines which on a regular basis
is being blown out like tunnel spirals. Through them those ghosts
they cling to in theory, in practice, run.
Perhaps jellyfish are a type of brains in themselves floating around
in the ocean to protect the breath in the water and then release it,
when some teeny-weeny fish really needs it.
RUNE KJÆR RASMUSSEN
Rune Kjær Rasmussen is an animist, writer, singer, and occasional painter from Denmark.