A picture is on its way elsewhere at the very moment it comes into view. It lights a fire under the darkness that burns a hole in the head. – Whose head are we talking about? you ask, of course. – What do you think you’re looking out of? the picture answers. It is a picture, after all. It is time to prevaricate. Time to change direction. Time to see the difference between people and pictures. But the difference is also a picture.
From: Den Fynske Forårsudstilling 2009. Catalogue. Prose Poems by Laus Strandby Nielsen.
Poem translated from Danish by David McDuff
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