Bo Bjerggaard

DANIEL RICHTER
"Love Parade"

12. November - 16. January 2010

all beginnings are hard, but
this is no beginning.

there is a way, bordered by
thyme and scandal.
this became our way.

thin air with raptors
long before osama
before they killed him
if they killed him
then it was long before.

opium, comradeship, opium.
mortar fire at night
someone trying to kill someone else.

nothing might happen for years.
hotels full of rattlesnakes,
showers in waterfalls,
bushy beard growth,

no women whatsoever.
we hide,
no one can remember why.

all we needed
was a winter, hard and dark,

a door to close
and a silence to sleep in.

half-way to the himalayas
we realise our mistake.

but any misunderstanding is
characterised by
a period of understanding,
and high treason is essentially
a question of date.

grottos big as cathedrals,
nameless rivers, narrow mountain passes.
we dig a grave,
we go on,
through a firework display
and later, a garbage dump.
we have begun to look alike,
all that dope.
the wind in the long beards.
the loneliness of the steppes,
sperm in the sideburns
and smashed forests.

forty years later, an sms arrives.
the years remains as we left them.

we lie with deficits and overdrafts,
advances and backlogs,
in a bed in a town whose name
makes no difference or
even less, empty promises and a rose
that never bloomed.

we believe in the half-finished book,
the embarrassing moment,
the personal tragedy,
the wrinkles on the forehead,
the poor sleep.

we believe in the frustration,
and the hopeless struggle,
the defeat and the towel
thrown in, better times
and not an honest chance.

Daniel Dencik, 2009