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Here you can read some of my (Ulric Alstermark´s) poems. They all carry a vibrating piece of my heart, but they vary in content and stylistic form. And... please have in mind that my native language is Swedish.
Would you like to give me feed-back? In that case, e-mail your words to ulric@alstermarks.se!
Narrow-Sighted YouTube version
She said
that I in the white landscape
placed paintings
that didn´t belong together
She never saw
that the frames
were identical
Examining fingers
when I half close my
wet yawned eyes
the candle sends its
quick sprawling fingers
to my corneas
to examine
what I have seen
this far in life
what I have experienced
me to be
in this moment
I sit still
pretend like
nothing is happening
and hope to get
my day fresh being
drawn in the flame
A New Howl
The world needs a new Howl
a loud irritating Howl that everyone will notice
We all need to freeze for a moment
listen to the silence after that new Howl
and understand the forgotten space
A Howl needs to start a movement
that within time will be strong enough
to beat the blind highways into pieces of wisdom
I know a little girl who doesn´t eat chocolate
and hides her tears behind a closed door
She talks easily about soap opera characters
but still doesn´t know the scent of a forest
or how the legs feel after a whole day of running
Howl
Howl Howl!
I have a young nephew who plays the piano
and looks for a personality to take him through life
He goes to school with an empty face
and learns that inner voices should be smothered with logic
because they are too fragile to demand a decent salary
Howl
Howl Howl!
I know an artist who prefers water to tea
and uses big gestures in small rooms
She stands up straight without any support
and goes on being misplaced at a senseless work
just to be able to satisfy a need greater than eating
Howl
Howl Howl!
I have a nabour who lives by himself
and walks with soft shoes to remain unnoted
He earns his money by typing commanding codes
and spends his evenings by sending digital words
to women that he never will meet
Howl
Howl Howl!
I have an old friend who wears a tie
and opens front doors without knocking
He admires a colleague who gives himself a star
every time he succeeds in making a woman accept
a treatment that she really doesn´t enjoy at all
Howl
Howl Howl!
I know a retired lady who loves her four cats
and closes her eyes when she doesn´t want to listen
She solves difficult crosswords and takes a walk every day
but is yet unable to do all her errands by herself
because of a technology that she doesn´t want to use
Howl
Howl Howl!
I sit here in my green worn out sofa
and by the age of 29 feel too tired
to rest in another time than the past
But I haven´t lost all my faith
I still wait for being rescued
for seeing others being rescued
I still wait for
a new Howl
Over
Sit in the car
like gone out fireworks
and drive away
from your decision
and against its
consequence
The distress is my passenger
It sits in the back
without a belt
and tears my hair
hard
so that my eyes puke
A Daughter
The Silence
my mute adopted daughter
comes by my home
all the time
We like each other
and our relation
is the most beautiful and
brittle
of my life
That depends on
the knowledge of
that one word
one single tiny
makes her so frightened
that she leaves me
with rapid legs
The Silence
my mute adopted daughter
I need you
and respect that you
refuse to listen
The Garden That I Carry
I took a deep breath
and entered my garden
It was a long time ago
since I last was there
and
I was horror-struck
The grass reached my knees
and tried to scream itself loose
from the moss
The flowers
all the chosen ones
stood there with tired backs
and looked apathetically
down towards the grave
The trees only owned
dry limbs
and loudly complained
about aching shoulders
The bushes discreetly prayed for
a barber´s care
and in vain fumbled for
comforting sunshine
The noxious plants were everywhere
with their suffocating tools
They drank nourishment
out of the largest glasses
and proposed a toast to
the Kingdom of the Future
I didn´t like being in my garden
not any longer
and I also realized that
I wasn´t a handy man
Therefor I decided that
it was time for throughing away
the prohibition signs
and welcome people
with green fingers
I eat spaghetti with chicken sauce. Drink lemon water. And I study the environment, as always. The people. To my right I see a boy and a girl. I guess that they are sixteen or seventeen. They are dressed by wide TV commercials and sit in a nervously rehearsed way, like at an audition. Sometimes the boy says something, sometimes the girl says something. Their sentences don´t seem to create a dialogue, but two monologues. And both the boy and the girl looks themselves around in the restaurant, as to find an audience and a prompter. On the table between them stand hopeless hurdles built by advanced expectations. I feel for shouting cut but leave it alone.
I don´t need any sun-glasses to see things in dark a hot summer day. There are freightened characters behind my pupils that makes holes in obtrusive light.
A ten-year-old girl with black-colored hair walks in front of me. Her feet are double-directed and her twig-thin arms seem to be throwing a race with the winds. Under her white skirt a couple of g-string panties try to defend their construction. Suddenly the purple mobile phone that the girl is equiped with starts to beep. She immediately stops walking. Raises her shoulders and looks down. Then looks up again, shouts; Mummy, wait! But the mummy doesn´t wait, instead increases her lead with unreasonable steps. And her sighing back allows the parasite message to reach yet another generation.
The ring signal as an ordering whiplash. The hubless wheel that is steered by sterile hands is spinning again and I am myself forced into movement. Frankly I would really want to see that wheel from another perspective. From the side, perhaps. And I would like to puncture its grey tyre, get a loud bang as a satisfying confirmation. Instead of self quietly lose air with sighs as vague presages.
The selected group that sits by the Rudder gives the work top positions at gilt-edged lists. But I´m pole-vaulting over the barrier of taboo and shouts out may the Devil take the work. For me the work is a narrow-walled pit with a bottom that my fire can´t reach.
A revenge tumour grows inside of me. This missets my perception, makes me pass available contentment. But on some occasions the hunt is interrupted. It´s when the genuinely essential in life touch upon my key-note. Makes me susceptible. Such an occasion occured recently, when I took a midnight walk. A hedgehog then crossed the silence of the side-walk with its timidity. And it didn´t take fright at me.
I get scared when I´m upset about irresolute persons. Because I have noticed that most of us are upset about qualitys that we possess ourselves.
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