Morten Søndergaard was born in 1964 in Copenhagen.
He studied literature and has published: Sahara i mine hænder (Sahara in my hands, 1992), Ild og tal (Fire and Figures, 1994), Bier dør sovende (Bees Die While Sleeping, 1998), Vinci, senere (Vinci, later, 2002), Fedtdigte (Fat poems, 2004), Et skridt i den rigtige retning (A step in the right direction) 2005; poetry in prose: Ubestemmelsessteder (Indestinations, 1996), and At holde havet tilbage med en kost (To Hold the Ocean with a Broom, 2004); a novel, Tingenes orden (Order of Things, 2000).
25/9
Ready? Each word is another word.
Each tongue another tongue. From now on face is 'snow'.
One is friends with one's toes. A sentence to get hold of.
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more and more Danes are finding work
more and more Danes are now millionaires
more and more Danes are having children with
Dannebrog-shaped moles
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24/9
The floors say: Hello, feet.
We go by names: counterpoint, breaking point, melting point.
Time runs its programme, it goes by, it passes, it stands
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23/9
The night is here again.
Someone has let me in to the control tower and thrown the keys
away. Words request permission to land. Come in.
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In my innermost thoughts
numbed hands are labouring
coffins into a vertical night,
a machine measures the strength of fear,
follows the white,
rising, light-giddy force
as it runs through the lungs' blood vessels
right into
the salty taste of the nightmare,
that is how I proceed
like a drunkard
with a mindless smile creasing my face,
it is
the small absences,
their contents
unfolded to sun-ray pain.
Translation: John Irons
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