SURREAL STRATEGIES TO APPLY ON A DISILLUSIONED LANDSCAPE        

     Installation view from the exhibition Varulv! at Overgaden. Photo: Anders Sune Berg. Documentation from the performance "Since all men disappeard" at Overgaden.
 

 

 



SINCE ALL MEN DISAPPEARED

Since all men disappeared I have found mass graves 
of pocket mirrors 
forming clusters of sun cats on the new sky. 
And I wonder if all the men are down there 
stacked on each other. 
And I wonder if it is that they never could see themselves. 
That they always were on the wrong side of mirror. 
That made them disappear.

I can see clearly now the rain is gone 
I can see all obstacles in my way

Since all men disappeared I have stopped violating myself 
and I no longer have to use my body as a weapon. 
Since my body is no longer seen as a threat. 
And I can feel how my skin is now able to follow my flesh. 
Like yes, we can finally fill up this room.

Gone are the dark clouds that had me down. 
It's gonna be a bright bright sunshiny day

Since all men disappeared 
I have started to call my mother again. 
I tell her that I'm sorry 
and that I forgive her for everything she has done to me. 
I understand that it must have been a living hell 
to bring me up in her world.

She tells me that every lifetime is an expansion of history 
and that she never believed that she was waiting in vain

It's gonna be a bright bright sunshiny day

And yes we collected all the money
and burnt it up in big piles. 
And yes we rolled around in the ashes 
till we were covered in grey. 
And we looked like fluffy clouds but the sky was clear 
so we stayed on the ground.
And yes we slept with each other and it was so much better.

I think I can make it now the pain is gone
All of the bad feelings have disappeared 
Here is the rainbow I have been praying for

Since all men disappeared 
we have started collecting their skins 
and put them up on sticks for decoration. 
And it strikes us how much better they look 
like two dimensional surfaces. 
And it strikes us that they always must have longed for this. 
To become small pictures 
that is always on display to be seen. 
And we shed a tear for the male body 
which in centuries must have grieved their own invisibility 
and we can hear the wind sigh of relief.

It's gonna be a bright bright sunshiny day

And we torn down the pyramids 
and we placed the bricks in circles
but we made sure that in every circle 
there was a small opening.

And we looked at each other and we said 
This is the new narrative.

And we looked at the sky and we said 
It's gonna be a bright bright sunshiny day.