Digtets Ånd

Digtets Aand XI

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Digtets Aand XI

Envelope n°11 from Mads M. opened July 2018

Contents:

1) Mads´ yellow card (Danish health insurance card)

2) an e-ticket trip summary and receipt for a trip from Denmark to Japan in March 2018

3) the business card of Yamaguchi Fukuko, owner of the Steak & House Oxon in Osaka

4) two bills for the amount of 2,820 yen

5) a patient information leaflet for the painkiller Dolol

6) a piece of paper resembling bark

7) a letter to Mads from the support center of One.com for the renewing of his hosting with the domain name madsmygind.dk

8) an essay written by a 7th grade student about things she likes and dislikes in life

 

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The answer :

 

 

Til Mads og Maiken

CECI N’EST PAS UN HAÏKU

Not another 5-7-5

ou un Haïku qui a mal tourné / eller en haïku der kørte (gled) af sporet

 

Parfois

la vie

est un tacle glissé sous la pluie.

Et même si

la vie

est un tacle glissé sous la pluie,

et même quand

la vie

est un tacle glissé sous la pluie,

tenir.

 

Parfois

ceux que l’on aime

ne reconnaissent pas notre visage.

Et même si

ceux que l’on aime

ne reconnaissent pas notre visage,

et même quand

ceux que l’on aime

ne reconnaissent pas notre visage,

tenir.

 

C’est une question existentiellement syntaxique

                                                             syntaxiquement existentielle.

Comme

il y a

peut-être

un empire

avec d’autres signes,

un domaine

sous un autre nom

où la douleur

n’a pas d’entreprises

n’a pas de visa.

 

A-t-on pourtant jamais

fini d’être

touriste, d’être

client, d’être

patient, d’être

consommateur,

de se sentir

comme un arbre

au format papier

travesti

en arbre,

l’ombre de l’écorce de soi-même…

 

Parfois

toutefois

ceux que l’on aime

reconnaissent notre visage.

 

Parfois la vie est un tacle glissé au soleil d’après la pluie__________________

 

***** ******** *****

Nogle gange

er livet

en glidende tackling i regnen,

og selv hvis

livet

er

en glidende tackling i regnen,

og selv når

livet

er

en glidende tackling i regnen,

stå ved. (det)

 

Nogle gange

genkender dem vi elsker

ikke vores ansigt,

og selv hvis

dem vi elsker

ikke genkender vores ansigt,

og selv når

dem vi elsker

ikke genkender vores ansigt,

stå ved.(dem)

 

Det er et syntaksisk eksistentielt spørgsmål

           et eksistentielt syntaksisk spørgsmål

 

Ligesom

der findes

måske

et imperium

med andre tegn

et domæne

under et andet navn 

hvor smerten

ikke har nogle virksomheder

ikke har noget visum.

 

Er vi

dog

aldrig færdige med

at være

turist, at være

kunde, at være

patient, at være

forbruger, at føle os

som et træ

i papir format

udklædt

som et træ

barkens skygge af sig selv…

 

Nogle gange

genkender dem vi elsker

vores ansigt

trods alt.

 

Nogle gange er livet en glidende tackling i post-regn sol___________________

 

***** ******** *****

Sometimes

life

is a sliding tackle

in the rain,

and even if

life

is a sliding tackle

in the rain,

and even when

life

is a sliding tackle

in the rain,

hold on.

 

Sometimes

those we love

don’t recognize our face,

and even if

those we love

don’t recognize our face,

and even when

those we love

don’t recognize our face,

hold on.

 

It is an existential syntactic question

         a syntactically existential question

 

As

there is

maybe

an empire

with other signs

a domain

under another name

where the pain

has business

has no visa.

 

Are we

though

ever done

being

tourist, being

client, being

patient, being

consumer, feeling like

a tree

in paper format

disguised

as a tree

the shadow of the bark of ourself.

 

Sometimes

those we love

recognize our face

anyway.

 

Sometimes life is a sliding tackle in the postrain sun______________________

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Digtets Aand IX & X - Part II

Digtene i bloggen er skrevet af Pauline Jupin i forbindelse med udgivelsen af tidsskriftet ALLC#10 med temaet ÅND og er skabt ud fra elementer sendt med posten til Pauline Jupin af ALLC#10's læsere. Ved køb af ALLC#10 kan du selv få mulighed for at sende og modtage et digt.

Digtets Aand IX & X

Til Tine R. A. og Cédric E.

Envelop n°9 from Tine R. A. opened in march 2018

Contents: a photographic collage 

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« Envelop » n°10 from Cédric E. “opened” in march 2018

Contents: 2 pieces of music “Soft” and “Warm”

https://soundcloud.com/cedric-elisabeth/soft

https://soundcloud.com/cedric-elisabeth/warm

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It was an accident, a coincidence, I received the pictorial landscape of Tine and soon after the musical landscapes of Cédric. Tine called her work collage, I felt like experimenting on a poem which would have the quality of a collage, would shape and be part of a collage.

I decided to play with those landscapes all together as the first pieces of this collage.

Then there was a journey for some months, a quest about specific colours, lights, warmth and softness, that those landscapes depict. 

The original collage of Tine got stolen together with my computer and the beginning of my answer during the summer.

The new quest was then marked by the idea of loss and memory of something lost and recreation.

And at the end: Does what we dream/make up have something to envy to reality?

Ce que nous rêvons/inventons a-t-il vraiment quelque chose à envier au réel ?

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The answer - Part 2 of 2 : Infinite loop poem

Find it here : https://simoncacheux.com/paulinej/dk.html

Play with it to create your own sound landscape.

(Note : it doesn’t work properly with Safari, use Chrome or Firefox instead)



Credits:

Concept, poems, pictures* and videos: Pauline Jupin / Pauline Ji

*Except for the main picture starting the video: Tine Riis Andersen / @tineriisa

Music: extracts from Warm and Soft by Cédric Elisabeth

Video editing: Tine Pia Jensen / Lumuma films

A special thanks to Thi Binh Minh Cao for her help with the coding, to Simon Cacheux for hosting this piece to Ditlev for the proofreading.



 

 

Digtets Aand IX & X - Part I

Digtene i bloggen er skrevet af Pauline Jupin i forbindelse med udgivelsen af tidsskriftet ALLC#10 med temaet ÅND og er skabt ud fra elementer sendt med posten til Pauline Jupin af ALLC#10's læsere. Ved køb af ALLC#10 kan du selv få mulighed for at sende og modtage et digt.

Digtets Aand IX & X

Til Tine R. A. og Cédric E.

Envelop n°9 from Tine R. A. opened in march 2018

Contents: a photographic collage 

+

« Envelop » n°10 from Cédric E. “opened” in march 2018

Contents: 2 pieces of music “Soft” and “Warm”

https://soundcloud.com/cedric-elisabeth/soft

https://soundcloud.com/cedric-elisabeth/warm

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It was an accident, a coincidence, I received the pictorial landscape of Tine and soon after the musical landscapes of Cédric. Tine called her work collage, I felt like experimenting on a poem which would have the quality of a collage, would shape and be part of a collage.

I decided to play with those landscapes all together as the first pieces of this collage.

Then there was a journey for some months, a quest about specific colours, lights, warmth and softness, that those landscapes depict. 

The original collage of Tine got stolen together with my computer and the beginning of my answer during the summer.

The new quest was then marked by the idea of loss and memory of something lost and recreation.

And at the end: Does what we dream/make up have something to envy to reality?

Ce que nous rêvons/inventons a-t-il vraiment quelque chose à envier au réel ?

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The answers: Poèmes-Collages  

PARTS 1 OUT OF 2

POP-UP

 

Digtets Ånd IX

Til Tine R.A.

Delivered on November 14th

Portræt af en dag før den ender…

 

…og ikke et portræt fordi jeg har forstået

men fordi noget forandrer sig, noget forbliver usikkert,

og fordi noget er flammende…

Og jeg ved godt at virkeligheden har sat alle sine lapper foran vores øjne.  

Jeg ved godt at vi føler alt i gennem vores sansers formaldehyde.

Men det føles som om kornet nogle gange svarer morgengryet, svarer sandet ; som om en stor samtale finder sted i en uendelighed af skalaer, en uendelighed af former, af sprog…

 

 

Portrait d’un jour avant qu’il ne s’achève…

 

…et pas le portrait parce que j´ai compris

mais parce que quelque chose se transforme, quelque chose demeure incertain,

et parce que quelque chose flamboie…

Et je sais bien que le réel nous a mis tous ses chiffons devant les yeux.

Je sais bien que nous ressentons tout à travers le formol de nos sens.

Mais il semble que le blé parfois répond à l’aube, répond au sable; qu’une grande conversation a lieu dans une infinité d’échelles, infinité de forms, infinité de langues…

 

 

Portrait of a day before it ends…

 

…and not the portrait because I understood

but because something is under transformation, something remains uncertain,

and because something blazes.

And I know that reality has put all its dusters in front of our eyes.

I know that we feel everything through the formalin of our senses.

Anyway, it feels that grain sometimes answers the dawn, answers the sand ; that a big conversation takes place in an infinity of scales, an infinity of shapes, infinity of languages…

 

Digtets Ånd X

Pour Cédric E.

Delivered on November 15th

 

Scalp du ciel

 

Prière d’insérer

 

Toute la douceur du monde

 

Toute la chaleur du monde

  

Une allitération en joie pour une voyelle soliste*

 

Ces choses rêvées avant de savoir qu’elles existent.

La matière de rêve tout autour, un coton invisible. 

*ooooooooooooooooooooooo…

 

Skalperet himlen

 

Indsæt venligst

 

Hele verdens blidhed

 

Hele verdens varme

 

En allitteration af glæde for en solistisk vocal*

 

Tingene drømte før at vide at de findes.

Drømmens stof rundt omkring, en usynlig bomuld.

 

*ooooooooooooooooooooooo…

Scalped sky 

 

Please insert

 

All the softness of the world

 

All the warmth of the world

 

An alliteration of joy for a soloist vowel*

 

Those things dreamt before one knows they exist.

The dream-matter all around, an invisible cotton.

 

*ooooooooooooooooooooooo…

 

 

Credits :

Concept, texts, pictures* : Pauline Jupin

(*Except for the main picture in the center : collage by Tine Riis Andersen)

 

Un grand MERCI to Aneymone Wilhelm who once again has been my partner in crime and built the basis of the pop-ups.

 

 

PART 2, to come soon.