Monday, November 06, 2006

Swedish farm doldrums

"Lying on water and looking peacefully at the sky, 'being, nothing else, without any further determination or fulfulment.'"

Speaking the lake, the infinite Småland sky; peaceful, fertile farmland running for kilometers in all directions, dotted with quaint wooden barnds and cottages -- "being, nothing else," work-times, sweaty boys stripped to the waist, muscle taught, sneezing amid thrown-up straw and flitting insects. Homebrew, folky Swedish music, dancing in circles, stomping and clapping -- Lapin Kulta -- reading Benjamin (flaneur meanderings in Stockhom, Malmö, Göteborg, Kopnhamn), Barthes, Fourier, Scandinavian situationists, Nordic myths, Chuang Tzu, Baudelaire, Sufi dervish tales, anarcho-french anthropology (The Gift, Clastres, Bataille), A Thousand Plateaus. Long candle nights studying Swedish / english unspoken, or only with shame.

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