http://www.norddahl.org/english Humming the bird Fri, 29 Aug 2008 15:48:07 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en Being away from Finland means I don't always notice things when I should - Mikael Brygger's excellent book, Emily, is not only out but FREE as a PDF on Nokturno. Check it: http://npc.nokturno.org/mikael-brygger/ http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/emily-brygger/ 4th international Nýhil Poetry Festival was a hootenanny with Ida Börjel, Ann Cotten, Sureyya Evren, Hanno Millesi and Nina Sös Vinther - as well as 12 Icelandic superpoets. My reading went more or less as planned - but immediately afterwards I got crazy-flu and've been caughing houses and midgets since ... http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/the-4th-international/ Ida Börjel reads from Konsumentköplagen (Consumer Law) in Swedish, with Bryndís Björgvinsdóttir reading my Icelandic translation. http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/ida-borjel-konsumentkoplagen/ Iceland Report on the Observance of Standards and Codes read at the Nýhil International Poetry Festival, 23rd of August, 2008. http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/iceland-report-on-the-observance-of-standards-and-codes/ http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/sina-queyras-at-the-scream-literary-festival/ Christian Bök reads a poem. A poem. Not a soundpoem. Just your run-of-the-mill poetified meanings. I think I can even smell the scent of "message"! But then again, who knows, it might be methodical or apropriated, or maybe I'm not paying enough attention and he's simply speaking in one vowel ... http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/not-a-soundpoem/ http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/capitalism-a-poem/ Today's poem is Eiríkur Örn Norðdahl http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/08/poem-of-the-day/ Celebration When you kneel below me and in both your hands hold my manhood like a sceptre, When you wrap your tongue about the amber jewel and urge my blessing, I understand those Roman girls who danced around a shaft of stone and kissed it till the stone was warm. Kneel, love, a thousand feet below me, so far I can ... http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/07/unintentional-flarf/ Poetry. It's what we all know and love. It's what moves the earth and breaks our hearts, the ebb and flow of our spiritual lives - makes the world go round, makes the merry-go-round go round, feeds the wallets of artists and the bardic hunger of aficionados. I just got back ... http://www.norddahl.org/english/2008/07/the-scream-and-back-again/