Poetry of Gardistan

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Tipp tapp

I tip toe
tip toe
tappetitipp tapp tipp tapp
toe tip tapp tapp tipp
silently wiggly toe
wiggly waggly tippely tappely
snippely snappely
dippely dappely
tipp tapp tipp tapp
quiet in your ear
stroke your pleasant hair
oh my so good to share
I sit down on a chair

(silence)

tipp tapp tipp tapp
tippeti tapp
dippely dapp

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

If I had a hammer

If I had a hammer
I would build a whole new sun
One that burns all night
So you would not know
If it was night or day

If I had a hammer
I would also need a saw
And an axe and some nails
My finger nails won't do

If I had a hammer
I could do a lot of things
Like putting up a bookshelf
And paint them to look cool

If I had a hammer
I also need a screwdriver
And paint and brushes, oh my
My basement would be full

Oh I have a hammer
I can do a lot of work
But now I am at home
And I need to rest a bit

Saturday, September 27, 2008

The most beautiful sea

I came across this poem by Nazim Hikmet, which got me thinking. (And I'm sure a lot of people out there will be saying "what, you didn't see this poem yet?" to which I may answer "the most beautiful poem I have not written -uh- read yet." Similarly, an equally sized bunch of people is going to ask "Nazim who?") The poem goes:
    The most beautiful sea hasn't been crossed yet.
    The most beautiful child hasn't grown up yet.
    The most beautiful days we haven't seen yet.
    And the most beautiful words I wanted to tell you
    I haven't said yet...
My first thought was along the lines of subjectivity. Not about difference in taste, but that of memory. The momentarily most beautiful is typically that which has already been experienced, because we can not truly appreciate the beauty which we have not experienced yet.

So I asked myself, what is (literally) the most beautiful sea within my memory which I have not crossed. Truly, oceans are usually boring, so we need to stick to smaller seas, which brings me to lakes. And I have crossed a few lakes in Sweden that were really beautiful. I am sure other lakes I have seen could be just as beautiful, and it dawns on me that my own interaction with the lake played a great role in the beauty I experienced from it.

This rings true in other settings as well. A friend in the US brought me to a mountain near her home town. We parked at the top, looked at the city below, and she suddenly said that, "strange.. it doesn't look so great now as it did last time I was here." She paused before she continues. "Must have been the guy I was with."

That comment made me a little jealous, but I have had similar experiences myself. There's a similar mountain where I went to college, and there are two ways to get there. You can climb 400 steps up the hill, or you can take a car. Every time I climbed the steps, the view was wonderful. But if I cheated and took the car, I didn't enjoy the view nearly as much.

My most beautiful trips are the ones by bicycle, not by car. Or better yet, by foot or by skis. So the beauty lies in the interaction, and how things, places and most of all people become part of us through these interactions.

Returning to the quote, what about all the beauty that are in the future? How does the interaction apply to these? How can I interact with something that I have not yet seen?

The answer is self evident. You can interact with beauty by planning interaction with it. This is some of what a lot of couples do when they meet. They lay plans together, and then embark on a long journey trying to fulfill these plans. The effort put into this not only makes the result spectacular, but the journey towards their goals become part of the beauty they experience.

Similarly, the bicycle trip I have been planning since 2001 (I just never had time to do it yet) will be the most beautiful bicycle trip ever when i finally get to do it, because I have so much energy stored into the idea of doing it and the research of the places I wish to visit.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Du ska få æi nye blæie

Mel. Du skal få en dag i mårra

De va en gong eŋ liti gut
so va so trist å læi.
Han hadde bløytt til blæia si
å følte sej so våt.
Haŋ visste ičče arme råd
men skræik ti pappa'n siŋ
so ville roe guti ne
å song so diŋŋe song...

Du ska få æi nye blæie
so torr å ubrukt står
å ej ska sorre ne ront stompi diŋŋ.
Å om de ičče går so bra
å du værte like våt (el. so må du sæi i frå)
so ska ej kåme springande
me nye blæie til dej.
Ja, då fe du nye blæie
so ræin å ubrukt står
å ej ska sorre ne ront stompi diŋŋ.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Under bananskallet

Gards diktsamling Under bananskallet er no tilgjengeleg på nett. Fyrst publisert av Scriba Press i 2006 og prenta berre på spesialordre, kan ho no kjøpast på nettet via Trollsilm VevButikk.

Boka inneheld ei mengde dikt frå dagane på vidaregåande og ei novelle er òg med på kjøpet. Vi er usikre om dette er Gardistans beste eller verste. Men, som enkelte vil seie, dersom du har lyst til å verte deprimert, so er dette ein må-lese. (Og kan til og med fungere som verkemiddel til å gløyme norsken sin. Hmmm...)


Gard's poetry collection Under bananskallet is now available online. Originally published by Scriba Press in 2006 and printed on special orders only, it can now be ordered online via the Trollsilm WebShop.

The book contains a whole bunch of poems from the high school days and a short story as well. We're not sure if it's Gardistan's best or worst. However, as some will say, if you want to get depressed, this is a must read. (And might be an incentive not to learn Norwegian. Hmmm...)