#strunge

[afhaabning-blog]

Jeg leder efter dig mellem sengetøjets hviskende hvidhed men jeg finder ingen.

Michael Strunge, “Fravær”

[i12bent]

Danish poet, Michael Strunge, killed himself on March 9, 1986. He was the quintessential New Wave post-punk poetic voice in Denmark…

[vodkatante]

[ketaminkarrusellen-blog]

Jeg savner ingen, ikke engang mig selv

[soendagsbarn]

[alisha-barik]

Plasticsolen

Love and Poetry---by Strunge.

For the Young Man in Denmark...:)

The streets are filled with blind children. It blows cold through the city's empty skull. Things are falling from the sky: radios, pill jars, newspapers, soap and shattered glass. Around the city lies the forest and ferments of poison and medicine. Between two towers walks a young man on a stretched line. In over the stunned houses draws large flocks of gulls facing the barren, lukewarm sea. The plastic sun glows like an inflamed eye rays of iodine blind the inhabitants. Deep in the coma the asphalt sleeps covered in blue snow: Illuminated by the TV windows. This early evening's music consists of noise from dying machines. The nylon wind blows cold and covers the skin of the living with a thin layer of pain.

[alisha-barik]

Chemistry, is the art of science in love.

Alisha Barik, for Strunge.

Chemistry is the art of bluntness, chances, and humility without pleasure.---For Strunge-Effects.

All that is gold does not stay,

nature’s first color is gold,

his hardest rhythm is bold.

While her ink stain remains untold.

Nature’s first hue is gold. 

---From Strunge.

[theshatterednotes]

Danish poet Michael Strunge