A story from probably the 80's

A story from probably the 80's

John Bjarne Grover

There is a story from probably the first half of the 80's - could have been in late 1983 or in 1985 (although I am not so certain about the time): I think I was waiting for a train to leave in a McDonalds or something like that - I do not remember the town but it could have been east Berlin or Prague or something like that, could be Budapest - when I saw a family coming down the stairs from the floor above: The daughter, perhaps around 7-8 years of age, was carrying a small child, could have been a brother or sister age 1-2 or thereabout, and the two parents were coming after them, when she stumbled in the stairs and the small child fell down and probably hit the head in the fall. The parents ran to the place and picked the child up - and could be the daughter could have been troubled by bad conscience later. It looked a little dramatic, but it could also be that the child was left without much injuries. Could have been a carpet in the stairs. The small child did not cry, as far as I remember, and I cannot perhaps today exclude the possibility that it could have been a doll, although I was not in doubt that it was a living child in those days. I notice John F.Kerry, Costa Concordia ('söstra som saa det, ja'), Anne Orderud Paust ('bosset' = 'the garbage') and other possibly relevant story elements, such as the scar on top of my head ('issa') after I was chopping wood in the mountains in the summer 1976 and led the axe too low over my head. I add the phenomenon of the danish music group from about 1973-74 called 'The savage rose' with singer 'Anisette' and I think there were two 'Koppel' brothers playing. It was KSJ/TT from the school class 1973-74 who had knowledge of this. In the same class was Desiree Paulsen, and there is an ESI which could relate to ISSA in her name. Gordon Brown is a little similar to another student of the same class called Arild Björnstad, although I dont think it is the same person. But ISSA could perhaps get some importance therefrom. However, I can guarantee that the wood-chopping accident of 1976 was a real accident and was not preplanned or a part of an intrigue from my side - although it is of course possible that intrigue-makers could have celebrated a triumph if they had preprogrammed the accident in advance - cp. the child in the zigzaggy steps of the stairway and the man-on-wagon, radius and ulna. I recall the feeling of pulling a 'unicorn'-sort of wooden axe handle forwards, as from out of the forehead, and a series of logs being lined up on the ground. Gröver/'Mengele' sometimes took me for walks on the highlevel area called 'Skaret' (and 'Tusten') in Molde in the 60's. For unicorn, uninorm, uniform cp. Beschlag, Beslan, Beischlaf = GeNF (League of Nations - today UN) who sent Quisling (Judas Iskariot) on his mission to Russia in early january 1924 when Lenin probably was murdered. There is a relevant name in my novel 'The Dreamer'. One can speculate that if the scar on ISSA due to the wood-chopping accident was planned by preprogramming in advance, it could in principle have been a way of ridiculing the first one or two pages of Rilke's first Duino elegy. (Rilke's sonnets are written as a 'Grab-mal für Wera Ouckama Knoop'). Had the custody father taken me for those walks to 'Skaret' only for 'pulling me by the nose'? If the story represented the death of Mao (symbolized by me), it could have meant a way of compromising his authority - as if his death necessarily had to be suicide and that was done by the nose-pulling hand of sby else. Cp. the story of pope Paul VI and his nose. The story must count as the name of western politics.

I gave a letter to Nono's sister in Venice and she pointed across the canal. See MLR for Costa Concordia. On 18 or 19 june 2013, I gave my 3-volume edition to Zürich Zentralbibliothek. I wrote Universitätsbibliothek in the letter - or for this or other reason, the receiving person (responsible for donations) pointed - as far as I now remember - with a finger towards the word Zentralbibliothek, in the apparent sense that the library was not only academic. I suppose it would be hard for a purely academic library to reject my books. Then on 22 june there was the attack on Nanga Parbat where 11 mountaineers were murdered. Was it about 'zentr ALP i BLUT ek'? Then on 26 june the person replied that they would not receive the book.

Now Caroline Kennedy has been appointed US ambassador to Japan. I hope it is not about a network ('Clarinet') of libraries who could feel insulted if the 'stalker' tries another 'send-I' of books. However, Stephan Eibel Erzberg is the name of an austrian author from Eisenerz. He is translated into 17 languages, tells a lexicon about german-language authors. I found one of his books in the bookshop recently - 'Luxusgedichte' from 1995 now apparently re-issued on 'Deuticke'. It was the poem 'Liebe' which caught my attention by its peculiar relevance for photos 18-19 of the 23 photos from 2012: "im wald / nachts / hinter dem baum / zittert ein mensch // im wald / nachts / hinterm baum / zittert ein mensch...". A closer reading showed that there were traits of the photos (mostly not as obvious as this poem 'liebe' though) in the same order as my photos from 1 to 23, most of the photos with 2 poems, except for poems #9-11 and 26-30 with one poem per photo, and finally poems 37-43 to the last photo. I had been elaborating the theory that each of my letters to Midori had led rather soon to an expulsion from the place I lived in - the worst being perhaps the exodus from Paris after I had lived for some weeks in a 5th floor studette (I don't think it was the 4th floor) after having got my pension. But here I found it in the last poem, #46, called 'Luxusgedicht nummer 1938', about the perfect conditions of life, but the last line tells 'und dann bist du vom 5.stock aus dem fenster gefallen'. Hah, I thought - were my conclusions on expulsion from places only a mirage and really caused by a poetic phenomenon? Were I driven out of Paris because of this poetic phenomenon from the 5th floor and not because of political intrigue - or was it really because of the 'send-I' of letter to Midori? Poem #3 in the book corresponds in my analysis to photo #1 and is called 'eine jonnylose ode!': '...weihnachtsfest / mit deinem kindi, deinem beiden omis und opis...'. I myself have used the same idea towards the end of the (for the semiotic philosophy on these 23 photos) highly relevant book 8 in TEQ, poem #488: "probably of the An-Joni. // Was it cold for a little eleven?/.../ They was, at the outset, the family which / lofted all my secret undertones" etc. In short, it is not so certain that it was political intrigue which drove me out of Paris - it could have been a poetic-semiotic mystery in the 5th floor location after I had met the iranian refugee in the park in the summer 2002 - as could be suggested by the last line in Eibel's book.

See also photo #4, the animal 'throwing' the child.

Could be, though, that the politicians are engaged in a heroic struggle against little John Bjarne's book, could be in the hope of turning that challengable matter into a new 1844 Grassmann for getting the whole world and every aspect of human existence under their total control. The story from Himalaya could be telling of something like that.

It is said that the norwegian composer Halfdan Kleve was in the family - 'drive dank og leve livet' is a 'worthless idler'. 'Halbgeist Klenge' could be the political concept which even could have been a background of Clinton. 'Halbeist' = 'half-beast', 'klenge' = 'to cling onto'. 'Halbgeist' could then be a way of putting in a G, as for turning e.g. OMEA into OMEGA, the shape of 'Heimskringla' if it were about an anus that had been subjected to excessive masturbation with thumb ('Ronk Röver'), leaving a fleshy scar-like outgrowth on the edge. If the plan is to reject my work with tough means such as in Himalaya, it could be the plan to conceive of me as a 'halb-geist' etc. Which I am not, even if I, like everybody else, would be 'mentally retarded' in a formal sense of it after one bottle of wine.