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THOSE INSISTING STORIES. And so the stories forced their way back. Not readable, not even as individual or separated tales. Not narratives. Yet. For very good reasons: I've tried to keep them out of my head. Reality had pushed aside fiction. I had told myself, trying to be serious. Yeah right. As if… Only fooling myself. This gave me a new insight. Don't know if I dream in colours. But my stories start out in all of the rainbows. Plus some. Fills my head, not even really born, but in random patterns. That of course aren't random at all. Changing for every time they block my view to reality. Thus making me doubt what's real and what's fiction, but then I just shrug: Back to the usual mindset. The stories are as real as any kind of reality. Now I know how they appear before they are conscious. Before they know themselves. Guess I better help them. Guess that's my purpose. Being the midwife of my own imagination. Forming my fiction. #mantelmoment #mantelmomento #danielmantel #danielversionII #fiction #stories #backoninstagram #toomuchreality #brainwork #pattern #colours #fictionoverreality #isthisme #question #answer #meandmymind #icanlivewiththat #afteralotofoftoomuchrealityitsactuallyarelieftoseethestoriesbeginningtoforminsidemybrain (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Fix My Brain) https://www.instagram.com/p/BpB5g3DHgRn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=14gmgtp1zb9hm

And how it ends: Now it's time for those stories in my head to get into other peoples heads... 😁

I have a very vivid memory of sitting in a first grade classroom (first grade was my first actual classroom because my mom homeschooled me for kindergarten) thinking “I am literally going to die, I can’t live one more minute without reading a story, but I’ve already gotten my book confiscated for peeking at it during class and I have no backup book and I’m going to die” and then thinking in a burst of divine inspiration “WHAT IF I TELL MYSELF A STORY INSIDE MY HEAD.  THEY CAN’T TAKE THAT AWAY FROM ME.  PHYSICALLY THEY CANNOT.”

they could not

AND you probably write a lot better too...

I know I do. Free thoughts, free words, free mind... 😁

The best thing to happen to my writing was the realization that I could write whatever the fuck I wanted and no one could stop me and honestly when you stop caring what other people think you will be set free.

... Sincerely...

“i like to hide i rather not get noticed i’m afraid to change i’m afraid to be someone else i don’t want people to notice i don’t want people’s opinions i don’t want to hear the good or bad i just want to be left in peace”

— t.m.

Close them. You see everything very clear...

“Eyes are distracting. You see too much. You don’t see enough.”

— Will Graham, Hannibal

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Well, I'll try that waiting game out...

“If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

— Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator

Including me...

“Hell is empty and all the devils are here.”

— William Shakespeare, The Tempest

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He looked out over the valley, all the way to the next range of low mountains. Against the sky he could just see the castle about ten miles deeper into the countryside. Or into the wild, as civilization got scarce further up on the high plains. He loved that view. Went to have a look every day. He had just left his favorite café, belly filled with good solid local food and cheap beer. His intention was to get to that castle in the horizon. There should be a tiny village too,clinging to the edge of what must be an abyss-like fall, from that highest point in the region. But he hesitated. It would be more than half a day of walking, more or less cross-country, and now the afternoon-heat was at its highest. He convinced himself, that it would be certain sunstroke if not suicide to set out today. He thought of the café, one more cold beer, and shrugged. He had no time-schedule, what was the hurry? It was an easy decision. Maybe tomorrow. He simply assumed that tomorrow would be at his service. Why not? It had been there, ready for him, every morning for so many years. Tomorrow it was! While going back for that cold beer, he was content with himself. He would start out early. That made much more sense. Tomorrow. Life's easy, he thought. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (The area where...) #serradesaomamede #marvão #castelodevide #tomorrow #foolingyourself #easyliving #decisions #daysgoneby #time #iftomorrowcomes #onedaycloser #inthemorning #whatif #hesitate #thisistheareawheresomeofmynovelwilltakeplacebutwhoreallycaresimnotsureidoso (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Serra de São Mamede)

He looked out over the valley, all the way to the next range of low mountains. Against the sky he could just see the castle about ten miles deeper into the countryside. Or into the wild, as civilization got scarce further up on the high plains. He loved that view. Went to have a look every day. He had just left his favorite café, belly filled with good solid local food and cheap beer. His intention was to get to that castle in the horizon. There should be a tiny village too,clinging to the edge of what must be an abyss-like fall, from that highest point in the region. But he hesitated. It would be more than half a day of walking, more or less cross-country, and now the afternoon-heat was at its highest. He convinced himself, that it would be certain sunstroke if not suicide to set out today. He thought of the café, one more cold beer, and shrugged. He had no time-schedule, what was the hurry? It was an easy decision. Maybe tomorrow. He simply assumed that tomorrow would be at his service. Why not? It had been there, ready for him, every morning for so many years. Tomorrow it was! While going back for that cold beer, he was content with himself. He would start out early. That made much more sense. Tomorrow. Life's easy, he thought. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (The area where...) #serradesaomamede #marvão #castelodevide #tomorrow #foolingyourself #easyliving #decisions #daysgoneby #time #iftomorrowcomes #onedaycloser #inthemorning #whatif #hesitate #thisistheareawheresomeofmynovelwilltakeplacebutwhoreallycaresimnotsureidoso (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: Serra de São Mamede)

The big task is to make them live peaceful side by side, working together...

“The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.”

— Leo Tolstoy

That is... The "I" that I write... The version of "me" that is more me than me. Yep; it can get complicated...

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

— Emily Brontë

We need new wounds!

“We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.”

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

A "funny" thing... That goes for the danish as well. I don't think it has anything with language to do. Maybe not even words...

“It’s fascinating. You know all these words, and they’re all English, but when you string them together into sentences, they just don’t make any sense.”

— Cassandra Clare, City of Fallen Angels

Silence says it all... Most times 😉

“What do you say when the feelings don’t fit into words?”

— Tammara Webber, Between the Lines

There once was a somewhat confused animal. It couldn't quite figure out where it belonged and, more important, what it was. Though it tried hard. It was aware that instead of limbs, it just had some tiny fins and a slightly bigger tail. Only suitable for moving around in shallow water. But it just wasn't enough. For that animal. "Am I really a fish?". The maybe-not fish concluded, that it needed to try something else. Anything! It found one of those mystical almost mythical things, that so many had hung itself on. And in seconds, almost like magic, had disappeared to somewhere else. To what kind of world? There where whispers of danger, stories of horror, but this not very fishy fish took the chance: ANY world other than this was worth trying! It pretended to swallow the bait. And soon felt the rush up towards the surface. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #animal #fiction #worlds #thegrassisalwaysgreener #filter (in many ways) #searching #fishinwater #caught #notright #farfromhome #whateverindicatesbeingoutofplaceandnotfeelingthisworldbeingtherightone (Usual one-off hashtag...) FROM NOW ONLY #laurieandthestoryof... (her: Somewhere Very Far) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bl477MrgmA_/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=fmyj2lhj4zt0

Skyernes Sidste Ord

  Det er vrøvl eller direkte løgn

Skyerne er tilfredse med at være

Tavst tumlende rundt på et trofast lærred

Næsten som var det en leg og ikke tankefuld alvor

  Og taler de til nogen er det

Ord de får lagt i munden

Af mennesker hvordan de så

Har fundet skyernes stemme

Hvor lyn, torden og skybrud så må være

Uformulerede udbrud der bryder rytmen

Så ordene må søge ly til der igen er plads

Til en…

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Found! 👍

“One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.” 

😫  ⬛ ✒️ http://bit.ly/2OhHEJe

And again... And again... If necessary 😉

reminder: you can start over at anytime. your day is not ruined. your world is not over. take a deep breath. start over.

Hide'n seek... Getting closer to the you! 😉

“What’s yours will find you.”

— Unknown

I don't want safety. I make the impossible!

“People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.”

— Neil Gaiman

It's a combination; quite difficult to make work: I certainly prefer those writers, that are able to describe a person with personality and as much 'details' as possible; even 'complications'... Written in 2, 3, 5 lines... A few master that skill, a (maybe) surprising example: Georges Simenon, most known for the many "Maigret"-crime stories... But try reading some of his 'real' / psychological novels... Masterly "painting" difficult figures with few words. Also, almost ofcourse, and also one of my overall favorite writers: Jess Walter. Especially in the masterpiece 'Beautiful Ruins'. He can do the same, with adding changes of the figures as the story developes. Masterly! There's several others, obviously, but these two... :-) And I should add, that I'm a writer, but thru the years have read quite a lot. :-) (Can't tag Jess Walter...?!?)

I have a question for you guys.

When reading a book, do you prefer detailed descriptions of characters or brief, vague descriptions? Reblog and put in the tags which you prefer, and whether you’re a reader, artist, writer, or whatever else.

Thanks!

And even if you don't eat your toast, don't drink your tea... The sun WILL come up.

“The worst thing in the world can happen, but the next day the sun will come up. And you will eat your toast. And you will drink your tea.”

— Rhian Ellis

"CONNECTING DOTS" They say that you can get a bigger picture. They say that 'the bigger picture' is useful. For understanding stuff, like life. Just by connecting dots?!? Sounds too good to be true… But let's give it a try. Life'n stuff certainly could use a bigger picture; might make more sense then. If that's the idea. Making sense. But then those dots starts acting up. As if they were something more than parts of a bigger picture. Or messing with, quite out of order, the idea itself. Green dots moving around, pulling themselves together, then exploding and spreading all over. It looks random. If there was a bigger picture, it would show those dots as what they really are: Big pictures. Each and every one. Alive and enjoying life. But we demand the impossible. The portrait of our complete life. By dots. It's not only impossible. It's just one single dot. Or the one beside the other. They couldn't care less. Why should they? Why should you? Be a dot. Then maybe… Or not. Life'n stuff. Moving, always, blurs any picture. If there ever was… Stuff like life. #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #laurieandthestoryof (Some way off, but still...) #dots #thebiggerpicture #life #stuff #greendots #movingpictures #connectingthedots #interpretation #lifeandstuff #thisusefulbiggerpictureisofcoursealiebutquitespreadaroundinmanymindsincludingsometimesminebutjustforawhileluckily (Usual one-off hashtag...) (her: Daily Dots)

And you keep learning; the journey never stops. Not without you. Not with you. Thx for that.

part of being an adult is living with regret and not allowing it to consume you. the older you get, the more mistakes you make, the more opportunities you missed, the more people you’ve let down. forgive yourself. don’t beat yourself up. you’re still learning: this is a journey.

... Am getting it! 👍

LYRIK / DANISH POETRY (Sorry...) LARVEFODSPOR Fosterstilling Forstærket fastlåst Lag på lag på Mumieskal med jordemoder Proces Under stadig nedlukning Hastighed baglæns opbremsning Nær nul men altid kun nærmere Fem årtier Hjernebølger mod klippekyst Vandet skraber tiden væk Som det ikke mere står skrevet Spor Kravles frem på overfladen Stillingen går i kramper og tanker Tvinger underjordisk kejsersnit Form Kæmper med eller mod indhold Antallet af vindmøller vokser som vingeslag Overhaler tiden går i fosterstilling Kejsersnit og kuvøse Sarkofagen er færdigc Hver en vindmølle Finder sin fosterstilling Forpupning forpestes Monstrøsitet er knap et ord Vindmøllers vinger Skærer en slutning #mantelmomento #danielmantel #udenfilter #lyrik #poesi #laurieandthestoryof -has nothing to do with this! Or...? #gellerup #brabrand #larvefødder #acompletelyoneofffrommymainwritingbutwtfjustsorryidontbothertranslateintoenglish... (Usual one-off hashtag) (her: END)

PESSOA / FORTOLKET

Fernando Pessoa by Almada Negreios.

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  “Hej gartner!

Ja du der inde i haven…

Sig mig, hvad fortæller vinden dig når den blæser?”

“Tja, at den er vind og at den blæser,

og at den har gjort det før

og at den sikkert vil gøre det igen.

Hvorfor? Hvad fortæller den da dig?”

“Meget mere end det!

Den taler til mig om alle mulige ting,

Om erindringer og længsel,

Om…

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