Kommentarer til: Jeg lukker døren bak meg

Av: c

Sat, 21 Feb 2009 15:45:38 +0000

tittelen er fra twilight (;

Av: catharina

catharina — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 16:43:07 +0000

jeg tok meg friheten med å linke bloggen din jeg. den er så fin, og hver gang jeg leser den tenker jeg at jeg skjønner akkurat hva du mener.

Av: Miri

Miri — Thu, 19 Feb 2009 08:34:03 +0000

It’s a problem of faith and doubt and just because you want to paint a bird, do actually paint a bird, it doesn’t mean you’ve accomplished anything. Maybe if it was pretty it would be something. Maybe if it was beautiful it would be true. But it’s not; not beautiful, not even realistic, it’s sorta cartoonish: more like a man in a birdsuit, blue shoulders instead of feathers, another lie against an unreal sky of Cadmium, because he isn’t looking at a bird, real bird, as he paints, he is looking at his heart, which is impossible, unless his heart is a metaphor, unless his heart is a metaphor for his heart, as everything is a metaphor for itself, so that looking at the page is like looking out the window at a bird in your chest with a song in its throat that you don’t want to hear but you paint anyway because the hand is a voice that can sing what the voice will not and the hand wants to do something useful. Answer: be the tree. Answer: solve for bird. Render, render. Sometimes, at night, in bed, before I fall asleep, I think about a poem I might write, someday, about my heart says the heart. Answer: be the heart. Answer: be the hand. Answer: be the bird. Answer: be the sky.

Av: c

Wed, 18 Feb 2009 21:16:37 +0000

Fordi du har to blogger leste jeg dette to ganger, og Linn, du er bra.

Av: Heidi

Heidi — Wed, 18 Feb 2009 21:06:25 +0000

dette er ein fin blogg.

Av: puslebit

puslebit — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 17:46:04 +0000

åh. oi.
Du skriver så sterkt, jeg føler meg nesten helt hjelpeløs fordi jeg blir så grepet, men vet at jeg ikke skal, kan og bør gjøre noe for det er jo ikke meg som skriver det du får oss til å oppleve (objektivt) og føle (nærmest subjektivt, fordi det er så følsomt. Eller kanskje bare er det jeg som er så følsom, som lar det du skriver gå sånn innpå meg.. Men jeg velger å tro at det er en kombinasjon.)
Du er en forfatter, Linn. For jeg fatter det du forteller uten at jeg har opplevd det slik du opplever det du forteller.
Jeg håper at du lukker døren bak deg i bevissthet om at du også kan åpne nye, så vel som gamle, dører.

Av: Ewa

Ewa — Tue, 17 Feb 2009 16:30:29 +0000

Faen. Dette er i ferd med aa skje meg ogsaa. Ingrid Olava faar sagt det, hun.
Naar faar vi puste igjen?