dungen + anna von hausswolff

dungen was soon in LA, 2009, standing on sunset boulevard, looking like a bunch of tropical leaves.
outside the troubadour.
gutave said come to sweden at the echo.
i called reien fiske via eniro last june.
he said mattias had a collapsed lung.
i said everyone should stop smoking.
he said hold on.

i could have made it to their upsalla show, but left so full of my own ideas and work. g4s was lurking outside the riksdag.  i knew they don't need me.  but now i see no video footage on youtube, then i think, oh that would have been nice.
especially as they have had a light year after the tours in america 2009, 2010.

my patriotism for sweden might come from a certain tonality, or what shlomo carlebach said about jewishness.
it's ok to have a cultural identity, and hold on to it, steadfastly.
and the part of sweden i love: equality and humbleness, elegance and the collective. ubuntu.
or sonja akesson and anna von hausswolff.

sweet nicky said my singing is similar, if only.
i write dust i want to sing.
so tired of being shouted down, in the cave, creating lanyrinthine ways for us to walk around each other, in french, in german, it doesnt matter.

and then when swedish women's voices were silent, and everything was cries and whispers, viksningar och rop, vara vit man's slav.
prata om det.
reading up on gloria allred and keith fink again.
what a league.

i gave gustave my chai but sometimes i need it back.
it is as though women needed their own currency.
money doesnt exist, its all occupy wall street.
bet tzedek.
lagom.