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                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig stå på en om
                                                                             vendt ølkasse og
                                                                             læse dette digt
                                                                    op i fælledparken med
                                                                             knyttet næve (ik
                                                                             ke så meget vær
                                                                    re end i glyptoteket
                                                                             mellem marmorbus
                                                                             terne) i et sandt
                                                                    bombardement af æg og
                                                                             rådne tomater
                                   

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig på et papa
                                                                             razzi fotogra
                                                                             fi maskeret med
                                                                    sort balaklave hue
                                                                             i hvis pande bog
                                                                             staverne EAR
                                                                    er hæklet ind (efter en
                                                                             ide af dan tu
                                                                             rèll) i færd med at
                                                                    sætte ild til dette digt
                                                                             foran station eet
 

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig ude ved en
                                                                             af de store svi
                                                                             nestalde vest for
                                                                    københavn (hvis gyllebas
                                                                             siner tegner en
                                                                             neoklassisk ar
                                                                    kitektur) forestil dig
                                                                             at jeg sømmer dette
                                                                             digt fast på stald
                                                                    døren hvis tese er: al
                                                                             magt til svinene
 

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig stå på folke
                                                                             tingets talerstol
                                                                             iklædt ulaste
                                                                    lig hvid tuxedo med ro
                                                                             se i knaphullet
                                                                             mens jeg kaster det
                                                                    te digt (masseduplike
                                                                             ret) dette "oprop"
                                                                             i grams som flyve
                                                                    blade udover parla
                                                                             mentarikerne
 

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig stå på assi
                                                                             stens kirkegård en
                                                                             sen eftermiddag
                                                                    i september ved micha
                                                                             el strunges gravsted
                                                                             i færd med at læ
                                                                    se dette digt op ved hjælp
                                                                             af en legetøjs
                                                                             megafon dette
                                                                    digt hvis omkvæd er: døden
                                                                             er ikke et digt
 

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig til en midnats
                                                                             gudstjeneste i
                                                                             danielskirken
                                                                    på sortedams dosserin
                                                                             gen hvor jeg læser
                                                                             dette digt op i
                                                                    en seance med høj bug
                                                                             taler stemme som
                                                                             om det var john len
                                                                    non selv der læste det op
                                                                             for menigheden
 

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig ude ved en
                                                                             af hovedstadens
                                                                             lossepladser stå
                                                                    som en silhuet mod af
                                                                             tenhimlen på det
                                                                             højeste affalds
                                                                    bjerg omhvirvlet af måger
                                                                             i færd med at drys
                                                                             se dette digt ud
                                                                    som makulatur over
                                                                             makulaturen

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig gå ind på den
                                                                             israelske am
                                                                             bassade på lun
                                                                    devangsvej nummer fire
                                                                             i hellerup (med
                                                                             et rødternet køk
                                                                    kengardin viklet om ho
                                                                             vedet) og afleve
                                                                             re dette digt som
                                                                    en protestnote mod "mo
                                                                             derat fysisk pres"

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    hangarskibet uss kitty
                                                                             hawk er på vej til
                                                                             den persiske golf
                                                                    mens du læser dette digt
                                                                             lastet med (ja du
                                                                             tror det er løgn) ok
                                                                    semørbradbøffer og ty
                                                                             ve millioner
                                                                             dybfrosne poular
                                                                    der til den sultende af
                                                                             ghanske befolkning

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    hangarskibet uss theodore
                                                                             roosevelt er
                                                                             på vej over det
                                                                    indiske ocean (mens
                                                                             du læser næste
                                                                             vers) lastet med al
                                                                    skens grønsager og frugt til
                                                                             det afghanske folk
                                                                             der lider af skør
                                                                    hug dysenteri og c-
                                                                             vitaminmangel

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    læderhalsene og de
                                                                             indkaldte reser
                                                                             ver kæmper sig vej
                                                                    op fra havet som i et
                                                                             tredie anaba
                                                                             sis (mens du skande
                                                                    rer disse vers) for at gen
                                                                             etablere bro
                                                                             er vejnettet og
                                                                    hele infrastrukturen
                                                                             i afghanistan

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    en hel armada af b-52
                                                                             bombefly (flyven
                                                                             de fæstninger el
                                                                    ler tallerkner) nedkaster
                                                                             tonsvis af medi
                                                                             cin over kabul
                                                                    containere med blodplas
                                                                             ma antibio
                                                                             tica og tetra
                                                                    cyclin imens du dechi
                                                                             frerer disse ord

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    hercules-fly (næsten som
                                                                             et fugletræk) o
                                                                             verflyver afgha
                                                                    nistans bjerge (mens du prø
                                                                             ver at forstå dis
                                                                             se ord) hvor de drop
                                                                    per proteser injections
                                                                             sprøjter og banda
                                                                             ger (næsten som bow
                                                                    lerhatte i et male
                                                                             ri af magritte)

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    flere tusinde krydser
                                                                             missiler lyser
                                                                             islams himmel og
                                                                    fjernsynskærmene op (mens
                                                                             du staver disse
                                                                             ord) som en slags ild
                                                                    sjæle på pilgrimsfærd ( i
                                                                             stedet for altø
                                                                             delæggende bom
                                                                    ber) som et bengalsk fyrvær
                                                                             keri i ånden

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    amerikas præsident
                                                                             (den barmhjertige
                                                                             amerikaner)
                                                                    hvis hjerte er pakket ind
                                                                             i stars and stripes
                                                                             mens du vender si
                                                                    den her udsteder et de
                                                                             kret der bevilger
                                                                             ti billioner
                                                                    dollars til røde kors og
                                                                             røde halvmåne

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    de forenede staters
                                                                             præsident holder
                                                                             en tale uden
                                                                    fraser og klichéer ( ja
                                                                             det lyder utro
                                                                             ligt - mens du decla
                                                                    merer sidste vers) hvori
                                                                             han udsteder en
                                                                             blanko-check til af
                                                                    ghanistan og således
                                                                             vinder denne krig

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg sender dette digt til
                                                                             politiets ef
                                                                             terretningstjene
                                                                    ste (PET) som et postkort (på
                                                                             hvis forside pi
                                                                             eter breughels
                                                                    berømte stik "tortur" fra
                                                                             femtenhundrede
                                                                             ognioghalvtres
                                                                    er afbilledet) som en
                                                                             simpel reminder

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg sender dette digt til
                                                                             forsvarets efter
                                                                             retningstjeneste
                                                                    (FET) som et gækkebrev den
                                                                             26 juni for at
                                                                             understrege at
                                                                    constitutio caroli
                                                                             na criminalis
                                                                             (torturloven) er
                                                                    afskaffet - underskrevet
                                                                             med usynligt blæk

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg sender dette digt som
                                                                             et ganske almin
                                                                             deligt brev til ar
                                                                    ne melchior (dog i en
                                                                             foret blå kuvert
                                                                             der dufter af la
                                                                    vendel) dette digt som slut
                                                                             ter med følgende
                                                                             linjer (frit efter
                                                                    cosper): jeg sagde pinsler
                                                                             og ikke pilsner

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg sender dette digt som
                                                                             en forespørgsel
                                                                             til carmi gillon:
                                                                    hvad er moderat fysisk
                                                                             pres? - er det en ø
                                                                             retæve en beg
                                                                    mand eller en københav
                                                                             nerskalle - måske
                                                                             et kraniebrud
                                                                    er forskellen fra tortur
                                                                             kun et judaskys?

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg e-mailer dette digt
                                                                             til augusto pi
                                                                             nochets hjemmesi
                                                                    de under titlen: poe
                                                                             ma tortura - "spansk
                                                                             støvle" - "falanga"
                                                                    "palæstinensisk hængning"
                                                                             "jernjomfruen" - "skild
                                                                             padden" - "undervands
                                                                    båden" - "telefonen" - "ba
                                                                             stonade" - "træhest"

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg telefaxer dette
                                                                             digt dette mørke
                                                                             encephalogram
                                                                    denne solsortevinge
                                                                             dette sorte or
                                                                             kidéblad af skam
                                                                    til ariel sharon for
                                                                             at gøre opmærk
                                                                             som på tokyo-de
                                                                    klarationen og FN's kon
                                                                             vention mod tortur

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg lægger dette digt det
                                                                             te mørke kardi
                                                                             ogram denne af
                                                                    revne sommerfuglevin
                                                                             ge dette nega
                                                                             tiv ud på inter
                                                                    nettes frosne stjernees
                                                                             palier hvor du selv
                                                                             kan læse det hvidt
                                                                    på blåt på adressen: http//:
                                                                             imagine.stop.to

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du i din daglige a
                                                                             vis information
                                                                             læser dette digt
                                                                    på forsiden eller må
                                                                             ske på side syv
                                                                             forestil dig det
                                                                    te mærkelige sammen
                                                                             træf (dette øje
                                                                             blikkelige de
                                                                    ja-vu) mellem fantasi
                                                                             og virkelighed


                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg klæder mig ud som tyrk
                                                                             og dernæst straks be
                                                                             gynder at inte
                                                                    grere mig - jeg tar fez´en
                                                                             af og placerer
                                                                             et lille danne
                                                                    brogsflag på bordet spiser
                                                                             en skive flæske
                                                                             steg skriver dette
                                                                    digt på engelsk og over
                                                                             sætter det til dansk

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg optræder som soma
                                                                             lisk flygtning der hur
                                                                             tigt prøver at for
                                                                    danske sig - tørrer skosvær
                                                                             ten af ansigtet
                                                                             og siger: ´go-daw
                                                                    do´ - samtidig med at jeg
                                                                             skriver disse ord
                                                                             under med både
                                                                    mit eget navn og med mit
                                                                             fingerede navn

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg ifører mig hele
                                                                             det palæstinen
                                                                             siske guerilla
                                                                    udstyr men ligeså hur
                                                                             tigt forsøger at
                                                                             blive dansk igen:
                                                                    jeg studerer en salme
                                                                             af grundtvig drikker
                                                                             en carlsberg-pilsner
                                                                    og læser dette digt op på
                                                                             på gebrokkent fynsk


                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg kaster mig ned på en
                                                                             kokosmåtte vendt
                                                                             mod mekka men i
                                                                    samme øjeblik skifter
                                                                             turban´en ud med
                                                                             en klaphat (ikke
                                                                    for at gøre nar af min
                                                                             danskhed - men fordi
                                                                             det er sådan) mens
                                                                    jeg messer dette digt højt og
                                                                             på døvesprog

                                                                            imagine: at
                                                                    jeg printer ´jihad´ på min
                                                                             hjemmeside og
                                                                             uden tøven æn
                                                                    drer det til: ´rødgrød med flø
                                                                             de´ til ære for
                                                                             de danske myndig
                                                                    heder og politiet
                                                                             (men i virkelig
                                                                             heden printer det
                                                                    te digt på adressen - http://
                                                                             imagine.stop.to)

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg melder mig i sandholm
                                                                             lejren som tale
                                                                             bansk flygtning men u
                                                                    den videre slår over
                                                                             i dansk for at vi
                                                                             se mine gode
                                                                    hensigter og at jeg af
                                                                             leverer dette
                                                                             digt som bevis på
                                                                    at jeg magter det danske
                                                                             sprog og digtningen

                                                                              imagine: at
                                                                    jeg citerer et digt af
                                                                             mahmoud darwish
                                                                             på dansk folkepar
                                                                    tis landsmøde i frede
                                                                             ricia men at jeg
                                                                             inden mødet er
                                                                    slut ændrer det til en
                                                                             oplæsning af det
                                                                             te digt for at vi
                                                                    se mit danske sindelag
                                                                             (og integration)

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg optræder forklædt som
                                                                             mig selv for at si
                                                                             ge eller rette
                                                                    re skrive dette digt) hvor
                                                                             stolt jeg er af at
                                                                             være dansk lige
                                                                    som alle mulige an
                                                                             dre folkeslag er
                                                                             stolte over at
                                                                    være alle mulige
                                                                             andre folkeslag


                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg sender dette digt sam
                                                                             men med en dosis
                                                                             olivarius
                                                                    pulver til olivari
                                                                             us selv - det ville
                                                                             være både ond
                                                                    skabsfuldt og infamt - nej jeg
                                                                             sender ikke en
                                                                             dosis oliva
                                                                    rius pulver til doktor
                                                                             olivarius

                                                                              imagine: at
                                                                    jeg strør katoffelmel ud
                                                                             over dette digt
                                                                             (som sand i gamle
                                                                    dage) og sender det i
                                                                             et aerogram
                                                                             til statens serum
                                                                    institut på amager
                                                                             det ville ikke
                                                                             engang være sjovt
                                                                    men også kriminelt så
                                                                             jeg gør det ikke

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg pakker tre knuste ho
                                                                             vedpinetablet
                                                                             ter ind i dette
                                                                    digt og sender det med et
                                                                             fejlfrankeret brev
                                                                             til novo nordisks
                                                                    afdeling på nørrebro
                                                                             det ville kun en
                                                                             meget syg mand fin
                                                                    de på så jeg gør det ik
                                                                             ke alligevel

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg fylder et kondom med
                                                                             flormelis og pud
                                                                             dersukker og sen
                                                                    der det sammen med dette
                                                                             digt (hvis titel er:
                                                                             det arabiske
                                                                    pulver) til det kongeli
                                                                             ge teater - ty
                                                                             pisk for en nørd el
                                                                    eller ren psykopat så
                                                                             jeg undlader det

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg dypper dette digt i
                                                                             hybenpulver (fra
                                                                             rugosa og ca
                                                                    nina) og sender det til
                                                                             mig selv i en lil
                                                                             le pakke lukket
                                                                    med både snor og tape
                                                                             i alle farver
                                                                             det ville helt stand
                                                                    se postomdelingen så
                                                                             jeg gør det ikke

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg indtaler dette digt
                                                                             på en cd-rom og
                                                                             sender den til sun
                                                                    light fabrikkerne (ved glo
                                                                             strup?) i en foret
                                                                             kuvert fuld af sæ
                                                                    bepulver - det ville væ
                                                                             re lige til en
                                                                             mentalundersø
                                                                    gelse så jeg lader det
                                                                             blive ved tanken

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg sender dette digt til
                                                                             christian den fjerde
                                                                             i roskilde dom
                                                                    kirke i en pakke fyldt
                                                                             med bagepulver
                                                                             og potaske ( til
                                                                    at strø ud for natten) med
                                                                             afsenderadres
                                                                             sen http:// imagi
                                                                    ne.stop.to (men gør det selv
                                                                             følgelig ikke)

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg dedicerer dette
                                                                             digt til osama
                                                                             bin laden og sen
                                                                    der det til ham i et brev
                                                                             mærket ´personligt´
                                                                             sammen med en the
                                                                    skefuld salt (til at kaste
                                                                             over skulderen)
                                                                             men at jeg selv i
                                                                    dette særlige tilfæl
                                                                             de ikke gør det

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg har hovedrollen i
                                                                             en kærlighedsfilm
                                                                             (et melodrama)
                                                                    instrueret af lars von
                                                                             trier og at jeg
                                                                             ligesom werther
                                                                    (på trods af aldersforskel
                                                                             len) efterlader
                                                                             dette digt som et
                                                                    kærligheds- og eller må
                                                                             ske et afskedsbrev

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg spiller med i en por
                                                                             nofilm optaget
                                                                             i color de luxe
                                                                    hvor jeg står og blotter mig
                                                                             ved en marmorfon
                                                                             tæne (ligesom
                                                                    jean jacques rousseau i
                                                                             i sin tid) og at det
                                                                             te digt senere
                                                                    vil blive brugt mod mig som
                                                                             et anklageskrift

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg optræder i en ma
                                                                             fiafilm af vær
                                                                             ste skuffe (en rig
                                                                    tig b eller c-film) i
                                                                             hvilken jeg ved et
                                                                             svømmebassin (ma
                                                                    let af david hockney) sky
                                                                             der kritikeren
                                                                             j.k. ned med maskin
                                                                    pistol og at dette digt
                                                                             er hans nekrolog

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    det slet ikke et poul rei
                                                                             chardt der vinder det
                                                                             danske travderby
                                                                    i filmen ´de røde hes
                                                                             te´ men mig ( med num
                                                                             mer tretten) fore
                                                                    stil dig at han og jeg har
                                                                             byttet identi
                                                                             tet og det følge
                                                                    ligt er poul reichardt der har
                                                                             skrevet dette digt

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig sidde på hug
                                                                             i en splinterny
                                                                             krigsfilm i færd med
                                                                    at forrette min nødtørft
                                                                             i en afghansk grøft
                                                                             mens u2 og awacs
                                                                    fly overvåger mig og
                                                                             bomberne falder
                                                                             forestil dig at
                                                                    jeg slutteligt tørrer rø
                                                                             ven med dette digt

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ikke blot ser mig men
                                                                             også hører mig
                                                                             udtale disse
                                                                    ord i en ny version
                                                                             af ´star wars´: the em
                                                                             pire strikes back
                                                                    both now and in afghani
                                                                             stan - både her og
                                                                             nu - post scriptum: det
                                                                    te digt er ikke infi
                                                                             ceret med anthrax

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    jeg figurerer i en
                                                                             tegnefilm som o
                                                                             sama bin laden
                                                                    der i et flimmer af stre
                                                                             ger og underlæg
                                                                             ningsmusik fra pop
                                                                    gruppen ´aha´overgi
                                                                             ver sig til domsto
                                                                             len i haag og at
                                                                    dette digt er en billet
                                                                             til premieren

                                                                             imagine: at
                                                                    du ser mig ride ud mod
                                                                             solnedgangen i
                                                                             en spaghettiwes
                                                                    tern ( ikke helt usandsyn
                                                                             ligt eftersom al
                                                                             kunst er svindle med
                                                                    tid) efterladende det
                                                                             te digt som en re
                                                                             ward-poster med de
                                                                    udødelige ord: wanted
                                                                             dead or alive


 

                                                                                                       klaus høeck

 

 

 

 

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