11 august 2021

John Bjarne Grover

A search on the map for the area in Austmarka where I wrote the poem in 1983

I have probably found the location on the map where I wrote the poem in 1983. It is a little hard to find by memory and I scrolled around on the map for quite a while and could not find again this and that. What I remembered was this: I came with the bus from Kongsvinger (where there is the train station when coming from Oslo) and stepped off in a desolate stretch where I took up to the right into the woods. I went up there for a few hundred metres perhaps, then there was, as far as I remember, a curve to the left. If, instead of going left there, if I continued straight ahead it would take me down to a small cluster of houses, as far as I remember, where I once borrowed a telephone from some nice people and where there years later seems to have been a tragedy reported in the news. But my usual way was not down to this small cluster of houses but to the left and I walked for quite a while on a dustroad, a few hundred metres. Then I finally came to my house on the right - close to the dustroad was the outhouse where there was a logstore and an outdoor loo, and the house itself lay some metres up a little from this. Outside the house was a small lawn and a view to a huge wall of fir (spruce) trees on the other side of a meadow. The road I had walked curved after the house to the right and continued across this meadowland and ended approximately at the huge wall of trees. There was a couple of other houses there as well - not in immediate contact distance but a little off. There was a well to the house and if I went across the meadowland and down into the forest to the right, I came to a pond with quite shallow water. Knut Stene Johansen and Petter Enok Skau Jakobsen were with me out there in the summer 1983 - PESJ took a photo of the (breakfast?) table with which he won a prize in a photo competition in A-Magasinet, an additional (weeken[d]?) publication to the newspaper Aftenposten.

When I now tried to find these geographies on the map, I could at first not find them again. I remember that if I did not step off the bus, I would come rather soon to the end of the straight road and a sharp curve went down to the right (south) and another equally up left (north), some 90 degrees turn each of them, and following this straight downwards would take me to Austmarka center, I recalled. I tried first to follow this memory in reverse from Austmarka and found the socalled Åbogenvegen which has such a sharp curve west in the direction Kongsvinger - following this Åbogenvegen it goes after a while into Austmarkavegen which goes almost in to Kongsvinger centre - the last little distance is called Arkovegen. But it must have been here, I thought? Let me see - coming from Kongsvinger, just before the sharp turn down to Austmarka center there should be a bus stop and stepping off there on the righthand side of the main road one should find a dustroad going down south - where is that? It is, tells the map, a small place with some houses called 'Vangen'. (Here is the map of the area). Was that the name? I could not recall it. I tried again - going a little further north from Austmarka one goes first up along Finnskogvegen untill there is a sharp turn westwards - ah ja, that sounded more familiar: It is called Masterudvegen (wasnt that the name?) and goes in fact all the way in to Kongsvinger. The bus may have followed this road. A little into this road westwards - there should be the dustroad south. I could not find it again untill I had searched for a while and believed I recognized the house and outhouse I lived in - now on a photo from the air (flyfoto) - it has no number but is between #1766 and #1768 - so it is likely to be #1767 if that really is it. (Here is the map of the area). It seems to be called Øvre Masterud. (Magne Rudjord mentioned for me in probably the late 70's the author 'Øvre' - i.e., 'Richter Smith'). But the roads are quite different now compared to what they were in 1983 - for reaching this from Masterudvegen one follows now a road going right up - but this seems possibly to be new. A closer inspection of the 'flyfoto' shows that there seems to have gone a dustroad westwards untill it reaches the little cluster of houses a couple of hundred metres west. But I recall that there was a curve down right if I came from the house - now it seems that the dustroad is going just straight ahead. Unless it is that road going right north - but it does not seem completely as I remember it. Could be the region has been rebuilt to lose its characteristic traits? Or for turning a european 'swastika' 90 degrees in 'Aust-MARKa'? I think I recognize the main things - notably the area of Masterudvegen is probably right - but I am a little uncertain why the old dustroad is a little different. Also, the shallow pond could have dried out in the mean time or had done so when the 'flyfoto' was taken - or it is just a wetlands area today. There was in 1983 an old rotting rowboat at the pondside half immersed in water.

The distance from #1767 at Øvre Masterud down to Vangen seems to be 6,26 km.


12/8-21: 'Øvre' = 'Upper' Masterud: The name of the author is Gjert Øvre Richter Frich - the name 'Grøver' can also mean 'Grøvre' = 'grovere' = 'rougher', 'ruder'. Rudjord could have spoken about the newspaper called 'Øvre' - he lived for a while in that area. Ragna Grøver once (in the 70's it must have been) considered buying a country house in that area and I was there along with another 2-3 of the family to look at it but it came to nothing. She (later?) considered buying a house in Moss and took me to look at even that. About the tragedy referred to above I mentioned it in a diary note of 2010 that there had been news (I think years earlier, maybe while I lived in Vilnius) about a family or so aborted, but I do not know where or when: I wrote in my diary that I believed it was after I had sent an email with contents that could be seen to concern the name of the area somehow, but this is quite confused and not certain data.

15/8-21: About the theory that the roads in the district could have been somewhat different in 1983-84, my memory tells me that the area was approximately like this (basis source for the following two rough drafts is this map):

Walking from the bus at Masterudvegen up the road towards the 'T' where I borrowed the phone, I normally took left (before coming that far) down a narrow dustroad, passing the postboxes at P and reaching the red outhouse 'b' and yellow main house 'a'. The road turned right soon after this and ended some 50-60 or maybe 100 metres down there. This is according to my memory, though, and it is apparently not consonant with the current map. It is of course possible that new roads have been built - but there is also a possible error source in the human nature of my memory. The current map seems to be more like this:

Now it looks that a bus could stop in Masterudvegen (to the right on this draft) and the footwalker would go upwards for a while, then turning left in the curve there and continue for a while untill coming to the house 'a' and 'b', with the properties 1766 and 1768 not far away. (It is probable that these were there in 1983 as well, maybe a little further off, but I did not have any contact with them). But, coming up this (new?) route from Masterudvegen, where is the 'T' house with the telephone? It should have been straight ahead and a little down there - where the road now turns left - but there seems (on the maps on the web) to be nothing there today. By the news probably soon after the millenium shift, the explanation could, though, be that the place would no longer be there, so to speak.

From the birdseye map it seems that the house with the telephone now rather could be accessed via another road (if my memory is right). If this is the remnents from the road I once walked, it is not according to my memory since I do remember a curve there - but I will not be all too certain about it. If there were a curve and now there isnt, it means that a new road could have been built - going down to Masterudvegen further west than it did in those days. (But I cannot be very certain about this hypothetical road down to Masterudvegen further east than it is today).

Have they built a new hourglass structure instead - like my 1998 rejected PhD dissertation 'A waist of time'?

The telephone dial could be like the facade in Moeringg. with the Thomas 'Kugel und Rollenlager'. The Orderud Paust case includes a 'christmas party' = 'jule-selskap', cp. the 'hjule-selskap' (= 'wheel company') of a finger turning the 'wheel' = 'hjul' of a telephone dial.

'P ror der ud' = 'P rows out there' could mean Ibsen's poem 'Terje Vigen' about the man who during the hunger disaster of 1812 or so rowed from Norway to Denmark for getting food. This could mean partly 'Statoil' (the field of rowing) and partly the new county (Terje) 'Viken'.

Per Orderud was/is married to Veronika Orderud. The story tells that Anne Orderud Paust had discovered dynamite under her car and there was a gas canister tied to their door with a long fuse made of petrol. The owner of the house I rented (if not simply the postman) had explained that if I wanted to send mail, I could put a letter in my own postbox (some 50-100 metres down the path, at 'P') and leave a paper folded on the edge to tell the postman he should collect the letter. I tried this once - a letter to Fjellheim with a poem I had written ('Tromtrommelom i San Paolos gater' - sth like that, I dont have this any longer) and was over in the evening to see if it were still there (before the postman came the next day) which it was not: Somebody had probably seen the paper on the box and stolen it. I later asked Fjellheim if he had got it but he had not, he said. Whether this could be Anne Orderud 'Post', I dont know. If there were surveillance in the house, they could have detected some self-sucks I did to 'reboot' after the completion of the octogon: The selfsucks of 1971 were obligatory and the Kennedy assassination and the US Vietnam war could have been part of the same 'k-artoffel'-atio ('autofellatio') program, including pressures like the official father being replaced with a copy and the elder sister started making 'kartoffel'-balls, school dentistry etc, and the octogon could be seen as a part of the same 'political program'. The problem with the 'octogon' was that I had to choose it myself (in order to be blameable and function as scapegoat for the 'political program') and then I could not go around being a serious scholar or student or artist while waiting for it to be finished - and 8 times jump to bed with a married or 'dependent' woman: That sort of behaviour could only be done by a person of 'lax morality' and meagre navigation means and I had to live a life more consonant with such demands if I should manage to choose it myself. The 'octogon' was completed in 1982 or at least early 1983 and the selfsucks of 1983 or 1984 were 'reboots' for getting the sexuality under own authority, and there never came to any more sexual relations in my life - at least not so far - but the norwegians could have made the Orderud Paust case for triumphing on just that point - maybe themselves overflowing with a fear of being ridiculous after Heimskringla of 1814. They bit that 'kringla' in 1814 and the smells of excrements that could have followed could have made the antisemitic constitution of 1814 a necessity.

What was the 'order' I had 'paused' by moving out to Austmarka? Was it the order to live a rickety life with lots of triangles - for being a scapegoat? (Of course I had never agreed to that but had probably not much real choice untill the 'octogon' was completed).

'Dr.Inking and WHO-ring' could have been an 'order' which I did not follow (but 'paused') by the Austmarka stay, in intrigue format turned into the alleged murder of the Orderuds - which could lend public sympathy with the Orderuds (parents and secretary daughter) for an indirect support to e.g. Gro Harlem Brundtland (whose name could be telling of a theory of possible sexual abuse of me by my official mother in my puberty times - but this I know little about) and possibly even the 'WHO-ring' hypothesis called Black Sea Loop - which (later?) could have been planned to be driven by a Dr.Inking poet (me) in 1223 Austria - before it could turn an underearth panic of the eastern arm of the swastika 90 degrees down on Italy for an 'overearth pane-ic' ('collection of fascies'?) there. Therefore, it could be, the Dr-grad was not accepted in 1998 but could have been lifted over onto the 'WHO-ring', so to speak. There were for 1995 3 stipends for the historic-philosophical faculty and 2 of those went to the small linguistics institute - to me and to Vangsnes whose dissertation was accepted while mine was rejected.

They should tell the truth, I think.

Now the Orderud Paust case could of course (I have fancied) have been an intelligence project for turning the map 90 degrees - such that the curve of the road in Austmarka (cp. the 1223 AUSTria with the MARKeting problems) - according to my memory - seems to have been tilted 90 degrees over and the telephone house ('in the valley, Brighton 1823') is no longer there. The official version which went through in the court is that Anne Orderud Paust and her two parents were shot dead on 22 may 1999 by her brother and the son of the parents of Per Orderud who lived some distance off. Anne Orderud Paust had been secretary to the norwegian defence ministers since 1985 - that is, not long after my poem was written at Austmarka - and her husband Per Paust died from cancer on 6 may 1999 - and the chinese embassy in Belgrade was bombed by 'error' the day after when the norwegian air commander for NATO Per Bøthun was on duty (if I got t right) and possibly was formally (co-)responsible. Speculations could have been going that the defence secretary had intrigued up the bomb as revenge for the death of her husband - ideas that could have been reinforced by the news that she was shot dead 16 days later. ('Chin-ese' could suggest a 'kartoffel' shot between the 'cheeks' - called 'kinn' pronounced 'chin'). Her brother Per Orderud was formally blamed and sentenced for it. There is the natural 'intelligence' interpretation that these roles correspond to me as Per Orderud against the official elder sister and parents - while this turn of the roles is achieved with a 90 degrees turning of the european swastika - in case a Black Sea Loop rages from Turkey around the Black Sea towards Paris and it turns 90 degrees as a wave of underearth panic from Sicily towards Paris.

Whether there could have been original plans for a scapegoat role for me including prison and things like that, and hence the Orderud Paust case could have been a way of lifting this off me, I cannot have any opinion on.

I wrote most of these considerations and made my map drafts yesterday morning. There was an earthquake on Haiti a little later in the day, after noon. See the interactive map. I notice also a certain 'Viken' shape (the county is new since 1 january 2020) of Haiti.

16/8-21: PESJ and I went to an Ananda Marga 'retreat' on Håøya (not Utøya!) - equipped with some beers and a plastic bag with carrots (not dynamite under the car-rots, though). We were there for a few days (2-3 could be). I was initiated into meditation and got a mantra.

Håøya is in the Oslo fjord some distance out from Oslo.

Gas canister attached to the door of the flat of the Pausts - could even that be a plastic bag of carrots - attached to 'the beer of the dust[road]'?

"Oh Marie concue sans peche, priez pour nous qui avons recour a vous". Chainsaw: My elder sister came home from school in Volda in 1964 or 1965 and had learnt the song: "Kjenn så flott, kjenn så flott, varme boller varme boller smaker godt" ('feel how fine, feel how fine, hot buns hot buns taste [so] well'). Mao swimming in the Yellow River - was even that for showing 'varme boller' - like heating the bollekinn (round cheeks) of the young schoolgirl? Rosy cheeks? Around the time of the death of Mao in 1976, MLR july 1976 had an article with 'Marfisa', which I could associate with the 'Farfisa' electronic organ of my classmate Viggo Nygren of 1970-71. (I was home with him after school and he played a little on the organ and there could have been some shared attention to the name of the organ which could look a little insensitive if he had got it from his parents, but it was probably a well esteemed brand of those days and the theme was [17/8-21: if I remember right, which perhaps I don't] not mentioned in words). I recall also Ragna Grøver in Fjellgata in Ålesund mention a place called 'Murihøgda'. Of course if Mao should have been assassinated, it would probably have been only a professional with a gun - but the international media could have radiated the idea of a female (such as my elder sister) rebuilt to look like his wife and he went, alas, in the trap because she was equipped with the wig of a former lover of his etc. This could have added to the idea that my family background had murdered so many top politicians that I could not be published.

PESJ also had an electronic organ - with 'leslie'. [17/8-21: 'Lesli[g]' in norwegian means 'readable'].

"O Marie, concue sans peche, priez pour nous qui avons recours a vous": PESJ shared a flat with Anne Christiansen in Rosteds gate in Oslo - and 'porno-Hagen' ('Leif Hagen' - the wellknown porn seller in Oslo in those days) had his storage in the basement. One day it took fire and the house burnt - PESJ and Anne (who were not a couple but shared a flat) escaped, though. One could guess that it may have got a little hot in the flat they shared (cp. 'PTRSIM PIK').

PESJ got a prize in a photo competition with the photo from Austmarka of the table with probably three ceramic plates. This table was outdoors on the little lawn in front of the house - from where one could see the wall of fir trees in the distance. I mentioned this tree phenomenon for him on that place - could be that created a 'shared attention' in the sense of 'I see the thing such as you do and therefore understand what you mean'. On the same place we were seated at the table - I recall a moment of 'inner observation' that his thighs were muscular - or normal, like a photo I saw in some media of a srilankan in a hospital bed with one thigh amputated and bandaged after having stepped on a land mine - while mine were not. But that idea could have been stored only in the form of potentially 'shared attention' without even directionality of look, I think, and not by word. (PESJ once touched KSJ on his upper arm and said 'we are not out for bandages').

[17/8-21: For this srilankan (and the bombs on Sri Lanka in the easter 2019?), see 'Handke' in MLR april 1999 at the time of the Orderud Paust case - see the first title on background of the fallout of the white cliff of Beachy Head cp. the 'Treblinka' botticellian head in the tree-revelation in Vilnius some weeks earlier in 1999 - 'drar løs [s]grant/skrent' = 'pulls off brink' [Beachy Head is a famous 'suicide resort' where people leap out from the brink with kickoff in one foot which can cause an opening in the 'cliff' of the fork - and hence the cliff underneath does the same?] or even pulls off/out the white paper on the edge of the postbox with the trommelom letter underneath - was 'Beachy Head' in january 1999 the reason why the Orderud Paust case was organized some weeks later - by the '[international] secret intelligence services'? - simply because it looked like a sort of triumph for me as the 'eruptive' poet and hence they tried to coup the triumph? - the first four books of my TEQ were finished in 1998 and the complete 16-volume work in 2008 - but it is still not properly published. It must be re-emphasized that I am not an intelligence project but it may be that the '[international] secret intelligence services' try to coup my achievements under a pretext of a longtime involvement in - attempts to sabotage, that means - my work, and therefore try to claim that I am an 'intelligence project' - for abuse in intrigues. My work is, though, only mine and has nothing to do those 'services'].

My official grandmother Laura Devold Eidsvig came to Fredrikstad for a brief visit in the mid 1970's - and pretended that she could not get the kitchen water tap up: "Man må jo ha teknikern for å få opp denne" ('one must have technical education for getting this one up'). I could have written some lines with a literary feel - Knut Stene Johansen and I used to go to Treimo harbour cafe for discussing manuscripts/ideas - and therefore she came to stop it? Because of Lenin, Mao, Gandhi...?

Kjenn så flott: 'Flott' ('great!') was also in western Norway (was it my uncle Per who was the source of this piece of knowledge?) a small bug (big as a very small fly perhaps) that attached to the skin and sucked out blood and therefore was red - it could sit on a shoulder and be red and was brushed off. I associated this with the lawn on Vågstranda and grandmother Laura in the rabarbara ('rhubarb') field or 'bed'. (They had a rowboat on the water which we children called 'Bestemor I' = 'Grandmother I' - relevant to this?).

Sorry for these unpleasant themes, which, though, could shed some light on the Orderud Paust case.

11/8-21: Here are some photos from the house and surroundings in those days - they have earlier been on my web page some 15 years ago or so:

The huge wall at the end of the meadow

The area where the pond was - down beyond there

The house seen from the other side
[12/8-21: seen from the well - did trunk pull out of WHO?]

A part of the outhouse

Christmas card motive from the region

The area where the pond was - down there somewhere

Added 12 august 2021:

Bogeyman in the snow

Zebras in the snow

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