Bog i eller som tøj

Det ser umiddelbart forkert og strengt ud, at jeg ikke har Gerd Laugesens fine Se min kjole med i opremsningen af "radikalt påhitsomme eksperimenter med, hvordan en bog skal te sig i hånden" i min udstillingsåbningstale og nu WA-kommentar "For en bog uden låg", når nu de flotte, specialsyede kjoler med plads til særligt denne bog hang i udstillingslokalet lige ved siden af på den Frie. Men det er jo fordi, selve bogen dér i lommen på kjolen er en bog er en bog er en bog, der uden videre er en bog - hvis det nu var kjolen i sig selv, der havde være bogen, så havde det været en anden sag. Som den påskrevne skjorte i dette (kan desværre ikke kopieres - før det er solgt) fænomenale billede af Sven Dalsgaard, der kommer på auktion hos Bruun Rasmussen lige om lidt og som jeg vistnok - vistnok! - ikke har råd til.

Nordre Strandvejs varme fortov

Teksten til titelsangen på The Arcade Fire's nye cd The Suburbs tilegnet min ven Jens Blendstrup, der havde fødselsdag i går og kommer forbi senere i dag (han får en flot, flot skjorte, kan jeg røbe, for han sidder i toget nu):

in the suburbs I, I learned to drive and you told me we'd
never survive. grab your mother's keys we're leaving
you always seemed so sure that one day we'd be
fighting in a suburban war, your part of town against mine
i saw you standing on the opposite shore but by the time
the first bombs fell we were already bored, we were
already bored
sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling
sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling
the kids want to be so hard but in my dreams we're still
screaming and running through the yard.
when all the walls they built in te 70's finally fall
and all the houses they built in the 70's finally fall ...
meant nothing at all? meant nothing at all, it meant nothing.
sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling
sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling
and into the night
so can you understand why I want a daughter while
I'm still young? I want to hold her hand, and show her
some beauty before all this damage is done.
but if it's too much to ask if it's too much to ask the
send me a son.
under the overpass in the parking lot we're still waiting
it's already past so move your feet from hot pavement
and into the grass 'cause it's already past
sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling
sometimes I can't believe it I'm moving past the feeling again
I'm moving past the feeling, I'm moving past the feeling.
in my dreams we're still
screaming, we're still screaming