Maintenant #42: Aase Berg
We were completely asocial. We mixed the philosophy and methods of the French Surrealists with drug experiments and political happenings. After a while we started to take interest in contemporary natural science, or, we interpreted it poetically, I should say, since we didn’t understand much in a proper way. But nowadays I look back and realize that we lacked the feministic perspective. The surrealist group of Stockholm as it was in those days, and also the original surrealist movement, are almost the opposite of my feministic point of view today… During a period of time, for several years I was quite ashamed of that collection. It’s very kitschy, immature, even childish. But now, I like it again. I like the violence of it. It’s too much. I had no idea whatsoever what I was doing, but I was angry from the depths of my body, I completely hated this society and that affects the language in a fascinating way. I was the opposite of humble. I like that attitude from a young woman.
For the 42nd in the Maintenant series, SJ Fowler interviews the Swedish poet Aase Berg.
Eight Poems
A glass deer here
branches break, thigh bones
Autumn leaves gather around the body here
an ice creek courses close
Red foxes smell shadow,
shadow untouched the glass deer here
An ice creek licks bones,
autumn leaves gather cold at the site
A thigh flute breaks and bursts
By Aase Berg.
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