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Fist or words bereft of sense (excerpts)

By Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl.

 

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Won’t work, walkways and weepslayers, writhing undug tunnels through mountainous Westfjords, money-fields belong to none for long, cry not thy hole-fillings wretched bastard

Here all fly, cannot fly, couldn’t though I wished I couldn’t, and wouldn’t watch out that maybe I wish I could, those there wings are just ornaments

Idler cars and bang and pipes and drive a little harder while the dirt-marks disappear into the myth while best yes best would be while all the way while yawn to walk

The bridge-building pays for itself, is paid for by others, we pay it all, who does not pay, noone pays, down payment prepayment, woe to you oh fallen city, we shall not pay!

 

 

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           Frozen in the ground a thousand
           men
           hundred thousand
           men
           million men

                                          “I never sang the praise of these raids”

 

 

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           Watching moratoriums lapse
           through a window in Bankastræti
           skating winos over the ice

 

 

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An unfortunate error was made during the printing of our last issue, when two letters went missing from the typesetters typewriter. Where the words “solution in the next issue” were written, it should have said “absolution in the next issue”, and we sincerely apologize about this disagreeable mishap. Readers are kindly asked to look elsewhere for solutions, or count themselves lucky with the absolutions on offer.

 

 

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                                A white cane in his eye
                                tearing apart newspapers like a starving jackdaw
                                the worker

 

 

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Get out

loves globalization & loves media & loves the flood of lies & loves the witchhunt & loves disaster & loves the business bubbles & loves Baugur & loves the tax burden & loves summaries of assets and liabilities & loves & loves & loves the creditor & loves the national cutter & loves the euro & loves the national economy & loves the Icelandic business life & loves for instance feminine values & loves the pensive & loves to go broke & loves pension funds & loves & loves & loves resources & loves the infrastructure & loves chaos & loves inernational capitalism & loves the public & loves the economic boom & loves understandable demands & loves & loves & loves ethical questions for instance currency unions & loves the wrestling of Icelandic authorities & loves Kaupthing & loves fortunes & loves business benders & loves & loves & loves the same old tobacco

                                And don’t ever come back

 

 

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Turn on the lights, it’s dark

Fears insolvency & fears collection proceedings & fears demands on estate & fears government collectors & fears unsuccessful attachment & fears & fears & fears creditors & fears modern mendicancy & fears to render unto caesar the things which are caesars & fears for instance attachment of property & fears insolvency measures & fears the order of debts & fears the administrator & fears a firesale & fears moratorium & fears mortgaged collateral & fears & fears & fears registered property mortgage deeds & fears the legal status of guarantors & fears debtees & fears fiscal movements & fears over-heating & fears inflation & fears a business deficit & fears & fears & fears a fiscal deficit & fears currency risk & fears pegged exchange rate systems & fears an increase in lending & fears default & fears for instance unemploymance & fears depreciation & fears fit-payments & fears the quarterly settlement & fears loss of expenditure & fears collection & fears payment behaviour & fears & fears & fears the battle about Iceland’s image

                                Turn off the lights, it’s time for bed

 

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl is an Icelandic poet, novelist and translator. He has published 3 novels and 5 books of poetry with a forthcoming collection entitled Fist or words bereft of sense (Hnefi eða vitstola orð). He is a founding member of the Nýhil poetry cooperative and instigator of the Nýhil Poetry Festival.

First published in 3:AM Magazine: Sunday, April 4th, 2010.