09:09.

Släpper taget.
Vill släppa taget.
Det är taget.
Rälsar på;
Vibrerar, inte av energi utan av slutpoängen.
Nu börjar det igen.
Tvätten snurrar i alla fall.
Hela kärnan tjänar i dag någon annan.
Kan man inte få tänka i fred?
Katastrofen inträffar, men det kommer mest poliser.
Var är doktorn?
Man måste beställa tid?
Linjalen går till gud?
Oj!
Jaha.
Öh?
Metriken den mäter är soppa.

Watch-out!

I had imagined a poetry suite of mass communication. I therefore need written Radio Voices, do you want to be one of them? Think: radio advertising plucked as a wilting flower, UR’s informative / conformative, the politically influenced underground radio and / or hiphops fulfillment of selfjabber …
Range is optional. Everything else, to. I had imagined a poetry suite on-going; with interruptions. Radio Voice of the interruption. I deal a lot with interruptions and such in my own texts and thought it was nice to let others break into, partly as a commentary on the contemporary overwhelming flow of information, and to make a collective and eclectic work. What do you say? Are you more interested? If you can think of any one else that you think I haven´t thought about, just forward indefinitely. The soul has no limits?

My mail is, of course: son.of.lilith@hotmail.com

Freke Räihä.