POEM: den islandske joke

nothing rained that day. maybe it should have. maybe it just so happened, that nothing had moisture til spare. I don’t know.

they claimed icelandic ancestry. after fifteen minutes they were sweating like snails in season. are there snails in Iceland, I wonder? fifteen minutes later they walked through every heart.

agread, they were more worldly than I. But icelanders they were not. a joke had to find itself their way. An Icelandic joke. A letter of admiration and gratitude written in Icelandic, accompanied by music and lyrics of a famous lullaby.

so thought, so performed

Author: krabat

digter, forlægger, oversætter, admin på kunstnerhotellet menneske.dk

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