Lad os bede for alle USA's 88 stater

Yndings-USA-digter Mathias Svalina har skrevet tekster til/om alle USA's "88" stater, 17 af dem, heriblandt Illinois (x 2) og Massacre, kan læses i en chapbook, Seventeen Graveyards, der kan pdf-downloades gratis HER - dette er "Louisiana":

This is the origin of Louisiana: there were four musical notes.

They lived together in an old Victorian down the way. The

townspeople hated them & burned them alive. When the

townspeople burned them alive the notes did not die. They

kept being music throughout all the pain. But the origin story

makes no sense: no one invented a note. None control it. There

is nothing to know. But when you hear a note as it is burning

alive you split in two: one you is the you sitting where you are

sitting, the other you the you sitting near you, maybe at the

table’s end. This is why we love music: it makes you sit with you,

beautiful & vomitous as hair. It is rare to be strong enough &

humble enough to hold onto beauty, to sit with beauty & not

fuck it up, to understand beauty & love & stupidity & to drool

& to seep & to fold oneself into a burning kite & to not fuck this

up. It is rare to find something that is both jagged & smooth.

De sidste skriveøvelser gifter sig med hinanden

(10 minutter vælg mellem 4)

noget gammelt 

I remember/ jeg husker (Jo Brainard), 10 linjer med den begyndelse

noget nyt 

Beskriv en innovativ virksomhed og hvordan/hvorfor den går konkurs på 10 linjer*

noget lånt 

(lånt af Chr. Dorph) En historie på 10 linjer hvor handlingen varer 10 sekunder 

noget blåt

skriv en blå tekst

* inspireret af lille genial bog af selvfølgelig Mathias Svalina, den eneste jeg kunne købe på/som/til iBook, I Am a Very Productive Entrepreneur - tre af de korte stykker:

"I STARTED THIS ONE BUSINESS that retrofit memories to include pilot lights.

Thereafter the memories stay lit, even when you are away on vacation. Even when you are sleeping on the cold, dry marble. Evene when your loved one has been dead for so long that the junk mail in his name has stopped arriving in the mail box."

"I STARTED THIS ONE BUSINESS that painted client's cars a new color every night.

Each morning a wonderful recipe for assurance."

"I STARTED THIS ONE BUSINESS that grew human hearts in filthy, festering green houses.

We found that the correct ratio of filth to clean water is crucial to the production of a productive heart."

Men dette er en morgen

One Night

Mathias Svalina

I am scared of one night. One night might come upon me while I sleep. One night might kiss me & never unzip its lips. I never try to leave the bed, never try to sit up. One night is always there like a tumor: a drum machine fear. I’ve known one night my whole life. It chases me off the edge of the screen at the end of each act. It speaks & I listen with all my wounds & all my fingerprints. I want an operation to connect me to one night. It is lost in the dark, surely alone, surely shivering, & there is nothing I can do to protect it.

Du får dig en helt og straks forfølger han dig

Lars Bukdahl, Du har en ny følger på Twitter.
Mathias Svalina @MathiasSvalina Mathias Svalina Fulgt af Mark Wallace og 3 andre. Følger

Svalinaiana

Sådan ser Mathias Svalina (født 1975) meget rimeligt ud:


- og han viser sig at være en natural born tweeter:

18. Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 17. jul.
    

    Every day is the end of April.

    
    
20. Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 17. jul.
Building nachos made of sand.

23. Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 16. jul.

    False fog.

    
    
25. Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 15. jul.
A therapist who once a week just sits & eats pizza with you in silence for an hour.

31. Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 12. jul.
    

    A radio station that plays the crying of celebrity babies.

    
    
33. Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 11. jul.
Dirty Dancing is Tom Hanks's worst film.

Mathias Svalina ‏@MathiasSvalina 3. jul.

There is no law against being too scared to blow out a candle.

Tekst jeg forsøgte at kopiere til mit hold fra min iPad

men kopien blev kulsort selvfølgelig (øvelsen er: happeningpartiturer, mulige og umulige)

(fra Ben Marcus' antologi New American Stories, netop udkommet og hentet ned)

fra "Play" af Mathias Svalina (som jeg indrømmet aldrig før har hørt om) - du slog automatisk op på hans tekst, da du bladrede i papirudgaven i Politikens Boghal, tak for det (OGSÅ!)))

CROSSING THE BROOK
(for 2 or more players)

If you draw two lines on the asphalt, about two feet apart, then a brook will spring up between the lines. Children will then run in groups & try to jump the brook. They will scream as they are running. They will scream as they are jumping. If they land in the brook they must run home & change their stockings.

The successfull jumpers are guided into a white bus & driven to wider & wider brooks. The last child to make a jump is the winner. Those that fall into the brooks must run home to change their stockings. But the they are so far from home & the driver of the white bus will not speak to them. There is a light in the forest. Is that a distant fire or the buttery windows of a warm farmhouse? It is difficult to tell form here, where the sleet hast jun begun to fall.

ANIMAL CHASE
(for 5 or more players)

Two bases are marked off, at iether end of America. Each child takes the name of an Animal. Obne child is It. He stands in the center of America & writes newspaper columns about the decline of America. He starts a radio show & becomes tremendously influential. He begins to see himself as no longer It but the voice of the people. When he goes to sleep a night his mother tucks him in & whispers, "Sweet dreams, voice of the people." When his father drops him off at school he calls out, "Have a great day, voice of the people."

The Animals lurk in the darkness of the forest & the shadows of the demolished factories. When stray children pass the shadows thay pounce on them. Licking the blood from their claws & beaks thay whisper to themselves, "I am Animal. I am Animal".

When the first game ends all children trade names & a new child becomes It.