AN ARCHEOLOGIST – WHO WILL DANCE
A SCIENCE FICTION WRITER – WHO WILL WRITE
A WITNESS – WHO WILL WITNESS

BELOW, THE STORIES OF THE SCIENCE FICTION WRITERS.

:::::::Sunbathing in the shadow
broken wings growing out into the liquid
a listening creature with soft shoes and
flat hands on the ground

        rising up threads
              steps
              strings

curved spine drawn towards any warm beings
fast returning home
       
            straight forms
            ears crowns waterfalls
            skirt
            pool
            splashes
                repetitions
                    loooong
                    tensions
                    extensions

        little eyelids
                    closed
                    head down
                reach to the outer space

occupying concrete floors
                        and mud

sunbathing in the shadow
            too warm
        nose up over sea level
        feet in the sand

    just woke up
        to learn what is here

        weightless curves

:::::::DIMENSIONS OF PINK
The rocks, the trees, they carry the past – they now offer and dissolve into new, dimensions of pink. Let’s follow her the one that has been standing forever, into sacral cares and astral star systems.
Let’s remove layers of artificial stuff and let’s reinvent our structure. Grounded, still floating beyond gravity. We are young, yet old. Soft and durable. Caring and receiving.
We will shine through our chests, reformulate and reorganize, together with horses we will meet in a timeless era where touch will define presence.
There will be mirrors and shadows and echoes that manifest that fertilizes our kind in this space we visit as we call it home.
We are rocks and trees, waves and materials we do not yet have discovered.

:::::::[Title?]
Statue blowing inside the halls of the “Glyptoteket”. Humidity inside-out. Becoming water – dripping from the fingers all the way to the floor. Offering the wet hand and taking it back. It gives me a headache… Some kind of breaking through and around, finding an inner ninja fighter. On the seaside, by night. A warm night that makes its presence in the hips and in the head. Falling into the past is not an easy, painless journey. It shakes and it is sweaty. It makes you lose your breath. But there you are. Available. You talk – you fly. Jump. A diagonal in the dance studio, together with others. Your guardian makes sure, you can land the jump safely.

:::::::CRACKING EARTHQUAKES OUT OF MY THIGHS
LEANING THE BACK ON THE
SAND WALL OF TRUST
TRUST IN MY BODY
BEEN HERE A MILLION TIMES
BEFORE
STILL HERE
SENDING AN IMPULSE OUT
SCREAM
SHOUT
I KNOW YOU’VE HEARD ME
SEDUCED A MILLION MILES
AHEAD
CRACKING EARTHQUAKES OUT OF
MY THIGHS
MY WRISTS HOLD TOGETHER
THE UNIVERSE
TICK TACK
GIVING MEANING BECAUSE I HAVE
THE POWER TO SUSPEND
DRIPPIDIDROP
MY PENDULUM
GOES WILD BUT NEVER THE SAME
WAY
THESE HAMSTRINGS HAVE BEEN
HOLDING MY BODY WEIGHT, MY
HOUSE, MY CAR FOR DECADES
NOW
TIPPIDITOING INTO A FORBIDDEN
LAND WITH SHINY FRUITS OF
TOUCH
WHERE I AM THE DANGER
MY HAIR IS A STORM
MY SWALLOW TUME THE EYE
OF A HURRICANE
I MUTATE
FOUR FIVE SIX
OF ME
SEVEN EIGHT NINE
ALL IN SYNC
ANGEL CURLS
ANGEL EYES
SYMPHONY
SUSPENSE
TASTE LIKE WATERMELON
A HUG FOR INFINITY
GROWS GROWS OUT
CHASSE’ PAS DE BOURRET A’ LA SECOND
SEEN IT ALL
GOT THE T-SHIRT
WINGS TOUCH THE DUST ALL
MY COSTUMES SHED
SURFING ON THE CALM
VOGUE
WAVES
THE SHORE
I AM SO READY
I’VE ALWAYS BEEN

:::::::DROP
interact with my aksel
letting go
alianating from your body
crapping the space with your
own hands
letting go
owning the space
trying to master it
feel the space
owning the space
lost
asking the question
looking
letting go

:::::::Just a Few 1000 Years
it smells it touches it feels
it sways and shifts,
its 103 years from now
its turning, rotating and
bending its 5 years
from now. its smiling
and hips hipping.
its 5 sec from now
its investigating and
bending and twisting
reaching for the
next 50 years
curling for the next
20 years
stretching now and
ruksacking for
1 hour. the place
is called Zapdiveon.
its, we, we are
standing on a cliff
looking over the
landscape of Zapdeveon.
here we are always
dancing, that is the
pedestrian way of…….
we are close to other
people, 2 years ago
and a 1000 years from
now. shoulder, 10 days
socks, 10 feet and 503
years of bag resting
hair hair in two,
three, and 800
different colors.
skin 2 years old
and 22 years old
skin stretching from
a gentle face all
the way down to
the tip of the toe
its no problem
easy peasy, I’m
here and then
there, just a
few 1000 years in
the perspective of
it all. soft, and
hard.

:::::::STEPPING BACK, THERE IT IS
This is.
Reverbs from deep histories.
Stepping back to give more presence.
Yes, this is the future.
Yes, this is it.
Grateful for all that was, all there is, all that will be.
Can you feel the vibrations?
Deep within.
Passin. through.
Passing on.
Keep still and it will come. The future.
There. There. Here.
Like electricity, re-connecting back.
There are limits though, but don’t you mind them.
Everything will be ok and we will travel far away
exploring new territories, new sensations, new movements.

:::::::I AM YOUR DOLPHIN!
Standing, something pull me back. Hello! I am I ready? Ready! or maybe not. surrendering. touching out of my axle. wary wave. will you dance with me? pick me, notice me. I am your dolphin. balance, pull, surrendering. I am open for you. Me, mine, I am small. I am big. hand in back. hand in front. finally together. Connected.

:::::::From where we came, from what we are – going back to the sea
The waters running
running through mountains,
cavities, discovering floras
and faunas – becoming animal
water foam is all and everywhere
A transformation, a prayer
a call out in the blackness,
- come with me, let’s dance
on my terrace for
a life time. let’s dance
me to my end and let’s
dance us to our ancestors
let’s dance cultures and
natures, until heaven and
air connect into a
small gesture I will carry
with me. It’s
time for fiesta, for
a party, for sprinkling
stardust all over over
physical bodies, pulling
the life energy from the soil
planting new seeds and
waving to our mothers.
Going back to the sea.
From where we came,
from what we are.

:::::::Mech & Clovers
Memories, tumbling
around in the mind.
I remember feeling
from my relating
to the space.
I touched it and
it started to remember
me. Not as was
but as now.
My wings was also
there,
creating memories.
The wide Grass fields
is bashing around.
What do they communicate?
I wonder?
How is it to be
with them today,
in this time.
Mech and clovers.
A blanket is
around my shoulders.
Mech and clowers.
Waiting.

:::::::THE PANTHER WOMAN WAS BORN INSIDE A TREE
The panther-woman was born inside a tree.
She come from the spaces between the roots, she
moves inside as if it was water. She swims in
a sea of minerals, together with other actants.
Her body is made of sun, air and fluids.
At night she vibrates inside the three, and
when sun rises, the tree opens. The panther
woman comes out through the gap (sehach), and
in her first breath a green light comes out of
her mouth. It’s time to explore the outside world.

:::::::Blossom ears
I am a standing
living body.
I am on a track.
I can beat it.
I see spirals.
You are my witness.
Follow me.
This is towards a
new path.
That we will do
together.
I will show you the way.
You can trust me.
I am your guide.
Let’s find a common
rhythm.
We swing.
We do singing.
Mountains will meet and exchange.
Butterflies accept and wait.
What is carried through?
Deep down my
breath is released.
I call my inner voice.
Anna!
Under the earth
under the rocks
there is water.
It is warm, moist.
Dense.
Do you hear me?
Feel my voice.
It is soft.
REaching for the sun
a loop with no
boarders.
Spring hands evaporate.
Blossom ears.
My eyes do no
longer see.
I am no longer
your guide.
You find your own path…..

:::::::Song made in silence –  – so only you can hear it
The situation can only be entered with closed eyes. On the inside of the eyelids the instruction will be shown and your hand will react – first reaching out, then by making fists. The next door opens with a song made in silence. Directing a whole silent choir. It’s deadly important to place your feet in 5th otherwise the whole situation will disappear. Oop the 5th was dissolved too early and obstacles with slit knees appears, but only for a short moment. The hands and arms cross – your continue the situation and rotating the spine while hands stroke each other. Here only soft movements can help you. What is this place? A pop song from afar begin playing so only you can hear it – it’s the key to pleasure dance which was what you looked for the whole time.

:::::::MOONLIT – NO TRODDEN PATHS
RAWS CURLING & STRETCHING OUT –
BREATHLESS MANEUVERING IN A
BLACK SPACE – MOONLIT – NO TRODDEN
PATHS. COMMUNICATION THROUGH THE
ANTENNAS NOW REACHING FOR SIGNALS
FROM THE SHY GATHERING MATTER
THAT IS EXPELLED ABOVE THE HEAD
EXPELLED THROUGH THE BREATH
CARRIED AWAY. ENTERING A NEW
SPACE AND NAVIGATING WITH TENTACLES
THAT MOVE RHYTHMICALLY – CELEBRATING
FREEDOM / OF MIT. / IN THE TORSO

:::::::In search of total saturn self…
as she entered the
future she spoke
her lost words
I will start she
said. But she didn’t
and then she breathed
mostly through the
fungus that grew
too long. Blue tentacles
they had too. As her
body was enormous
and as she adjusted
to the strange ave
and breathed it in
she also excelled
powerful green
cat smoke.
Spiny smoke
which wore a
curiosity and power
and when she rolled
the earth rolles
with her except
she wasn’t on
earth any more
the little private
planet she was
flying towards
Brought out
the curved arms
the round, bound
density that
otherwise only
was present to
her when she left
the hypnogat’s state
in search of
total self
Saturn.

:::::::Let it move
There
Can you sense that curve there
like this
It’s clear to me
Come over here and I
will show you
Propelling through times
Then focus
Turn over and listen
In our mouths –
All over!
Yes, I will show you
See?
It will be upside down
and here while there
A vision quest
Holding to let go
Folding, unfolding
Orchestrating the way
backwards and downwards
The key vision
Look!
Let it move, let it move 

:::::::Open and arrive – here!
Step by step. Sensing the air around. Leaning in.
Going through the back space, opening a door.
From side to side, waiting for the right movement.
Suspension of time. Floating up, over and around.
to go down and back. Wrapping, folding and unfolding,
to stretch. Going backwards into the future. Wriggle
the pointy part to enter – open and arrive – here!
Ringar på vattnet, goes far, through space. But never
leaving a detail, always with care. Stuck in time,
through spirals. Back and forth, or forth and back,
around the same but not the same. Where is the
gate? I will do it with sensitivity, and then?

:::::::Singing Bones
Jeg er
    det er mig
et år
et skridt
et bounche
et sving
en kind
livet
en duft
et gulv
et øje
et riben
en tåre

:::::::DRUNK BUT PRECISE
I am sliding down
holding my precious[?]
deciding whether to go
or not
I am young
again or still
having fun, meeting people
an education
relief
drunk but precise
life is intoxicating
babe I am counting[?]
with you
lets do this
lets try this
don’t leave me
you left
now fuck that, I am
out of here
on my bike
on that ship
going
now