On my way to London

D|o|G, 2005 | At rejse er at leve, sagde H.C. Andersen, og D|o|G beviser med dette digt, at han for længst har opnået et kunstnerisk niveau der så langt overgår den danske eventyrdigter, hvis 200-årsdag fejres i år. Foruden de ubegribeligt store kunstneriske kvaliteter i digtet lykkes det også D|o|G at inddrage den personlige finesse og den internationale politik, der således går op i en højere kunstnerisk enhed.

On my way to London

On my way to London I froze my sexual cigarettes into your flag of innocent porn and vegetables.

Whenever we will be in a room, you shout at my pony only because it’s dressed in fog and dirty laundry from members of your family and Microsoft colleges. What a price to pay when you operate as a retarded ninja during night and a nice but evil lover at daytime. Look at my spine and put your noble sweaty bicycle into this book of lust and tears from a pencil. Japan and Belgium are pineapples, but what are you? You could be a robot, but also my lost but not particularly valuable son from the Korean War. This is my nemesis, this lousy pizza place, but I still want to apply for the job as a delivery boy who rots in the land of testicles.

See you, my male director of 8 mm films, in which they may not be in happy and sunny surroundings. Greetings from Herning.