new level

new level

söndag 21 juni 2015

proposal


A novel called " We really are a bunch of " AND THAT 'S ABOUT ALL

An incubator called "the Louvre" and that's about the CHILDREN'S ROLE IN THE ART, THE NEXT THING IS REALLY to laugh at and photograph THE LAUGHING AT-crowd and shoot anyone who just shoot MONA LISA AND THEMSELVES IN FRONT of her

Mona-Lisa was really nice; AS WELL AS ORACULAR THE BEATLES     NOW we lift EVERYONE! Eat up your words and salivate! It's like a single long MOOD! Just like that without action (WAS REALLY CRITICISM)! Pelt me with EMPTY THREATS AND TALES!
We must be long-term













































tisdag 5 maj 2015

It seemed that she had traveled around the United States, but it could mean a lot.

I email-interviewed Isaac and asked what he thought of his wife's photography without knowing that it was his wife and he emphasized that it was poor research but that he liked her photography anyway why now that would have been a contradiction. His wife was a genius named Tova. I should mail-interview her instead but it was supposed to be a music blog text and I had an editor who expected a certain result.

When I saw the pictures on the arts I shot very drapes, empty scenes and heavy fabric late with my iPhone and I want to believe that it was subconscious or something.

It is difficult to know if it is mirrored or just continue.

A flash of a handle becomes a reflection of the sun.

It seemed that she had traveled around the United States, but it could mean a lot.

Are you with the camera on an after party so increases the chance of punktum and social stigmatization.

What is junk and what is junk and what I apologize in a way that is beyond reproach - I do not want to take a chance.

Write 1000 characters about the whole concept carpeted.

I can call the chair for the faith if I want but it changes nothing.

What makes the fence on the wrong side.

When I sit down and feel of a lawsuit coincides often with torn paper.

The librarian

Sighs. Now I press keys. I do that all the time. My stomach. I do not know how the digestive sounds. Sole across the floor. Insoles. A bag set down, jacket, it sounds just like a jacket, just like that as a jacket sounds when moved. The rustle. Ball point. Someone who goes. Chair ejected. The noise that permeates everything all the time. The electricity, I want to believe. Distant voices. Predictable shoes. Caugh, that the mucus in the chest area. The sound of something rises.

Have you seen? Shoes. A yawn is so ridiculous characteristic as a yawn. Now I am writing again. It also sounds. Cutlery on plate. Crake. Now someone on the stairs. Up or down. Does it sound the same? The alarm on my broken phone I can not turn off. From his trouser pocket. It is set to snooze and beeps every quarter. I'm drinking coffee. It sounds like it does. Nails against something. Cough, cough. No screaming prosit, no screaming, thanks. The sounds from the disk. Squeaking. Among the dead. Moist finger. The librarian. Finally. Over the winter as well. What did you say? Yes.

söndag 19 april 2015

found short story: tiny dancer

The girl I met in school loved this this song, went so many places with her but New York was the place we said we will never leave each other, I just wish that was true  college she went to another state to school, the end came by her getting killed by a drink driver I  never really got over her. that was 1972  I"m  older now still think of  her and wonder what kind of life I would of had with her. ,hold me closer tiny dancer. never  met other girl like her. It brings a tear to my eyes you don't know the love you have for someone until there gone. I think of you always baby, YOU BROKE MY HEART  [ love you ]   R,I,P,

torsdag 16 april 2015

Would you like to book us for an event?

The new level (of poetry) is to inform and market the Swedish poetry, primarily literary-minded people in the United States but also to a literature-initiated Swedish audience, who wants to unexpected subjects with complete address.

We offer Swedish poetry. We are at fairs and hand out our free poetry and for an affordable sum, we come to your event/kickoff/business/work and lectures. In recent years, Swedish poetry found its way into the business sector. We have a large network all over Scandinavia and the United States.
And the
 artistic level is truly excellent, ugly and cool and very avant garde. Actually you can not rate the quality of our poems - all are equally good.


Book in good time.
We are going out to businesses and schools with just a single message: Do not be ashamed that you are a (swedish) poet. Be proud!

new level presents: "the little school of older Swedish poetry that through translation qualify in the new level (of poetry)"

This is a translated excerpt from a song called random people that is made of one of Sweden's biggest artists: Little Jinder

when the translation has been completed, we can only note and applaud: this is really the new level's poetry, the new level melody!

DJ play main track
Some guys stand and fight
I say sorry for that is about us
Strobe hits hard
You smokes inhale
You email the sky around the corner for me