Sonata - Poem by Oskar Hansen
It was about noon and I had nothing to do, I had not written
anything for a week, not since my girlfriend left me, had deadline
an article for a magazine, they wanted something about sharks,
like I should know, I had a pint of lager in a bar while reading
the papers; and another one, perhaps more while thinking about
sharks, my girlfriend and the deadline. I walked to the library to
read about sharks. But they wouldn´t let me in said I was drunk.
Please let me in I´ve to read about sharks; piercing library silence.
In the park I made notes about sharks trying to remember if I once
saw shark fins while swimming in the sea off the coast of Trinidad,
but I kept thinking of my girlfriend, so I picked some flowers for her
and was promptly arrested. My editor was nice about me faulting
the deadline and published an article I had written about Russian
wolves, like wolves should know if they are Russians or not.
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