Diary, from a homoerotic graveyard shift

D|o|G, 2007 | Det ville næppe være at tage for store ord i sin reaktionære mund, hvis man ville sige, at D|o|G med skabelsen af dette mesterværk har igangsat intet mindre end et paradigmeskift i sin egen kreative frembringelsesproces såvel som i den samlede kunst-sfære. Den sensuelle, organiske samfunds– og verdensforståelse råber fra Middelalderen til den meningsforladte, afpillede senmoderne æra, og i stille, versificeret skønhed hviskes om en tid, da mennesket ikke i samme grad som nu behøvede at være på flugt fra udbytning, hypostasering og angsten for sin egen skygge.

Diary, from a homoerotic graveyard shift

Diary, from a homoerotic graveyard shift.
(Has anybody seen my foxy armour gown?)

Life is like a box of chocolate,
You never know where your drunken ancestors are.
Saucy, saucy, saucy,
Hobo glue is naughty.
Catalogue of erotic hockey debt,
Reveal my bumble bee’s salsa step.
Hungry, hungry, hungry,
I’ve been bankrupted by a donkey.
Wash your hands before dinner,
The way to go is imported liquor.
Fall asleep behind the wheel,
Make love to a fox and close the deal.
Invite a depressing exchange robot to your home,
Make him eat your jazz infants and massage you with stones
‘Cuz when all is finally said and done,
You will date a 10 000 years old mustard ship when you’re on the run.