Jag har mina sidor

fredag 30 augusti 2013

Fötterna på jorden

Tjenare, alla monsterdiggare!

Första dikten i min språjlans nya skrivbok blev en korsrimmad hexameter tillägnad min klippa i stormen.

Just för att du har fötterna på jorden när jag svävar
Högt i det blå ovan molnen där monstren bor
Framför mitt eget storslagna superego jag bävar
Självdistansens livlina släpper jag blir oändligt stor
Blind för friktionens förintande flammor i atmosfären
Fast förankrad i verkligheten du flyger till mig
Halar in min barnsliga själ varligt du bär den
Knappast sista gången som jag räddas från flammor av dig
Oundvikligen verkar det som att tyngdlagen sviktar
Hypnotiserar mig halar in mig till molnens mjukhet
Trots din insats blir det molnens mysterier jag diktar
Jag en otacksam drömmare som du aldrig någonsin har svikit

måndag 26 augusti 2013

The book store

Tjenare, alla monsterdiggare! Här kommer en historia såhär strax innan studierna drar igång. 

As i strolled through the town
A gloomy autumn day 
The sky a repulsive gray
Rain would soon come down

I saw a peculiar store 
Filled with books for sale
The clerk looked kinda pale
I'd never seen him before

I was gonna pass it by
When it suddenly caught my eye
A book that surely I
Must read before I die

The book's gruesome cover
Was an intimidating face
It made me think of a monstrous place
Blew me away like a lover

I kicked open the door
"Shut up and take my money"
The clerk gazed like a long dead mummy
Would he trade me the ancient lore?

But he smiled a wicked smile
Wouldn't accept my bargain
Threw his head back barking
A cacaphony most vile

The door behind me was now locked
My heart began to pound
He went down on all four, like some hound
Frankly speaking, I was quite shocked

Paralyzed to a statue of fear
I saw the clerk grow fur and claws
Elongated teeth and grotesque paws
It seemed that the end was near

With no hope in sight 
I commenced a look
Grabbed that hideous book
A fitting weapon for a fight

I would stand my ground
Well, try at least
Against this blasphemous beast
"Come at me, you heathen hound"

But the beast went silent
Kept staring at the tome
Would I make it back home?
Would things not turn out so violent?

He made for the back room
But I wouldn't let him run
I tossed the book just for fun
And unleashed a glimpse of doom

The book halted in midair
Performed a barrel roll
Imploded into a black hole
A portal to space, right there

The canean clerk couldn't escape
He was sucked into the vortex
It ripped out his neo cortex
A maelstrom of mindrape

As the last piece of clerk went "slurp"
The portal let out a fart
Enough to tear the door behind me apart 
A space-time vacuum burp

I leaped through the arc
Ran from that shunnable shop
Ran to another town without a stop
Where carnivorous clerks never will bark

fredag 9 augusti 2013

Insta-llation

Tjenare, alla monsterdiggare!

Jag finns nu också på Instagram, där ni finner mig under namnet creatureteacher.
Förslag som monstermagistern eller lovecraftiskeläraren susade förbi som vårbrisar i huvudet, men jag gillade klangen i slutresultatet.
Den senaste tidens teckningar, de första på nya adressen, ter sig såhär.




måndag 5 augusti 2013

Stort som smått

Tjenare, alla monsterdiggare!

De senaste tillskotten, en blyerts på stort, brunt papper och tusch på en liten 12x18cm canvasduk.