swan

i hold him by his neck, kiss him for the last time on his lips and then gently cast him into the puddle near the table. i watch him dabble and frolick happily with the other swans. he then gets trodden on by a passer-by. his neck spurts tobacco and he dies. i get sad and light another swan.

-dandy gum

a new favorite for photography and charming prose.

broken english reprise

More fractured beauty via google translate:

"At the dinner later: I whirlwind emerald lengths. Moster spiller Riesling on the screen, laughing hysterically. The food tastes like nothing. It turns to gray mass in munvalvet, I swallow the large bites, put your hand against your chest...

...The chair tips over and hits the floor where A stands for the overthrow out. Moster release fork against porcelain. Explains palace that his father used to take him to the opera every year. She forgot. We share the rest of the carafe in the old grave silence."

-black ascot

Broken English

I've been reading a lot of international blogs, mostly Swedish, through Google Translate. There's something charming about the imperfect translation that keeps me hooked.

"When I stand here alone in the dark in front of the open window with my fingers against the window, brass and feel the damp cold play it anyway does not matter. The slight scent of almträden in the street below is genuine. My fear of what will happen is genuine. For there it is. My fear is the fear of dying. But not to die I would die. Dramatically overthrow through dining room window. Lying with my white bommulsklänning as a cloud of snörök against the glittering black asphalt. Or be in CANDELABRA lights flickering over the off-white bathtub while the dark blood that pulsates from the wounds on my wrists mixed with Rioja wine in the bath water .... "

-Black Ascot