You are all talk, but no walk, filthy radio!

D|o|G, 2008 | Digteren slår til igen med stor hast og lige så stor kunstnerisk integritet med dette digt, der i ophøjet harmoni beskriver den sammenhængsløse og absurde modernitets møde med en ildevarslende tone fra fortiden, der – på trods af nutidens ønske herom – ikke giver slip, ikke forsvinder, ikke giver op. Er den menneskelige eksistens i stand til selv at forme sin tilværelse, eller er denne narcissisme, humanisme og nihilisme blot et bedrag, der som et fatamorgana driver gæk med den moderne sjæl? Dette spørgsmål står endnu klarere i bevidstheden efter fremkomsten af dette seneste mesterværk fra D|o|Gs hånd.

You are all talk, but no walk, filthy radio!

Do not be deceived by the power of my landlord’s burning crotch, he’s normally very nice and he has just arrived to the country, with a bag full of papers, confirming his doubtful business, social and overall human skills. Hey, is that a new battery for your Ipod you have there, uh la la, can I have a sip? What do you mean by “Leave my house or I will call the police”? And what do you mean by “That’s not a battery, that’s a picture of my 65 year old ex wife, who left you in favour of a drunk and sleazy VCR in a nice tank-top”? No, you left her for a VCR in a tank-top!

The day is done and the night is young, but a space craft of pimpin’ owls occupy the sky, while 700 Medieval knights beat up the dragon cleaning my house, while hysterically laughing and yelling out loud: “Apocalypse and picnic at five, see you there!”

Goose, Goose, Goose, what is there to lose? 5000 ravens molest me and my family, while a 9 volt infected pirate jokingly admits: “Life on tour ain’t easy! Time is up and time is on no one’s side, except for the one who has a watch and knows the time at this instant moment!”

Peace out, Goethe and the rest of the crib.