The radio is on during my night. Now and then I wake up and listen. Then I go back to sleep. This night – welcoming a Sunday – I woke up to sacred hymns. I don’t like “the sacred” but sometimes I like “the hymns”. Hymns often give me nice childhood memories. My dear Aunt was a wonderful singer and a strong believer. I’m not!
I woke up to the last …
som en bankad mässingsskiva
med krusad kant
… probably it was disturbing me. And that poem popped up in my head.
as a beaten slab of brass
with crimped edge
Couldn’t go to sleep for a long time after …
And now I wonder …
… if some part of my brain is allert and awake … when I’m asleep?
Ps. Listening again when I’m awake_awake I find it not so bad but isn’t it too languishing slow!?
A kind of infinite music and questioning … like dancing around “the point is”…