Kompani K: Onkel Osvalds Orkester, Spelar Til Dans

John, John, He’s Long Gone

Posted in 5D-II, Free Liu Xia by Knutsvik on February 5, 2012

M lived down the street.

he was long, tall and dumb and strong and his family always kept Alsatians and always named their dogs Rocky. this was in the early 80ies. M started doing steroids when he was sixteen, and tried to kill himself a couple of years later.

(I’ve been having these nightmares the past couple of months. I wake up at least a couple of times every night, wet from sweating, muscles all tense and my mind drowned in abject death.)

last time I saw M, it must’ve been ten years ago now, he walked past the windows where I used to live, and I asked my mother if that was really him. I could barely recognize him, but it was M all right, all bloated and dead inside.

I’ve been having these nightmares the past months. I wake up at least a couple of times every night.

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  1. MT said, on February 5, 2012 at 9:55 AM

    Skriv meir Mr ! Ei flott tekst til ettertanke.

    Bildet er verkeleg flott. Når eg såg berre det og overskrifta tenkte eg annaleis om bildet enn etter eg las teksta di. Takk for tankeflyg på morgonen.

    marieklem nett fordi 🙂

    • a bourbon for silvia said, on February 5, 2012 at 11:05 AM

      it may be Sunday and my head is cloudy…. the picture is beautiful, but l don’t manage to connect it with the text…

      • MT said, on February 5, 2012 at 3:04 PM

        Når eg såg bildet først, med overskrifta, ja så tenkte eg at her hadde, to damer funne tonen , som i kjærestepartone, og John stakkars hadde blitt satt på sidelinja og gløymt forlengst, slik som mange Johnar blir.

        Når eg så hadde lest teksta, ja så fekk dei to dansande ei anna meining, òg i forhold til “john” Eg tenkte meir damene som livets dans. Den kan vere leikande lett, eller den kan ha sine krumspring som forstyrrar takta, men for dei fleste av oss på ein slik måte at vi som oftast finn fotfeste.
        Medan for M i teksta har livet på mange måtar vore sett frå sidelinja til dansegolvet, han har ikkje kunna deltatt på samme måte, hatt andre forutsetningar for å delta også.
        Slik var mine tankar ein søndagsmorgon.

        • Knutsvik said, on February 5, 2012 at 4:25 PM

          ay, Marie, du tenkjer og resonnerar godt, og eg liker at du …. ser korleis biletet er fleirtydig og at orda kan skrive ny meining inn i biletet. det er bra!

          når det er sagt så trur eg ikkje eg kjem til å skriva mykje meir enn kva eg har gjort det siste året eller to, men no og då kjem det nok nokre ord – det gjeld berre å følgje med 😀

          hepp, og søndagsklem på deg, MT!

      • Knutsvik said, on February 5, 2012 at 4:29 PM

        ay, hard night yesterday, bonita? 😀

        somehow there’s a connection between the text and the picture, but I’m not sure if it’s just a feeling or if it’s more specific. it’s all in the eyes of the beholder, I guess ….

        Vivas, baby! Vivas!

        • a bourbon for silvia said, on February 6, 2012 at 9:31 AM

          yeeeahh.. maybe…
          or maybe l just stupid.. but l still don’t–… ok. never mind. 😦

          • MT said, on February 6, 2012 at 7:18 PM

            You are not a stupid lady Silvia !

            mariehugs 🙂

  2. hobokollektiv said, on February 5, 2012 at 11:41 AM

    It’s these pictures in our heads that let us roam the streets at night taking pictures & dancing the blues away. What a blurrs beauty that reminds of NYC photographs of the late 1940s. Keeps my mind dancing & chasing away these nightmares, my friend!

    All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.

    • Knutsvik said, on February 5, 2012 at 4:44 PM

      ay, Fritsch, Saturday night, cold winds are throwing snow against the windows and the dead are dancing in the darkness and there’s nothing we can do but dance ourselves, dance to songs we can’t remember and songs we can’t forget……

      thanks for stopping by, and thanks for all your kind words buddy – see you at the dark end of the street!

      Vivas!

  3. stjernetyven said, on February 5, 2012 at 2:51 PM

    Dancing with a goast, P?

    Dette satte seg i magen.

    *søndagshepp 🙂

    • Knutsvik said, on February 5, 2012 at 4:34 PM

      ay, Skywalker, jau, noko sånn – dancing with ghosts, sein laurdagsnatt og raud, raud vin og skrømta og spøkjelsa og attergangarane dansar, Skywalker, skrømta og spøkjelsa og attergangarane dansar ….

      oooog Hepp!

  4. stjernetyven said, on February 5, 2012 at 7:23 PM

    (hadde visst seriøst vondt i rettskrivingssenteret før idag, goast -herregud!!!! *rødmer* Men du skjønte hva jeg mente heldigvis)

    • Knutsvik said, on February 5, 2012 at 7:48 PM

      hehe – _en_ av oss måtte jo ha hodet påskrudd, Starry 😀

      *ler*

      Hepp!

  5. zamoysky said, on February 9, 2012 at 1:11 PM

    ***

    “Don’t think but look!”

    Mmmmm…

    *

    • Knutsvik said, on February 10, 2012 at 1:40 AM

      look, Xamoysky! Look, My Polish Princessa!

      Hepp!

  6. stjernetyven said, on February 9, 2012 at 10:59 PM

    Huffda! God bedring mr K

    • Knutsvik said, on February 10, 2012 at 1:39 AM

      hehe – det går heldigvis over, Skywalker 😀

      men *sukk* – jeg trodde jeg skulle DØ!

      Hepp!


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