anna von hausswolff 1-24-11 sonja akesson poetry at sodrateatern

i continue to be fascinated by this concert i saw ten years ago, setting the poetry of a critical poet to music. i was so convulsed by the glorious sound, that i gave scant attention to the tiny films i made from standing room only where i had begged my way into the sold out show. the music clearly is for dancing, not standing or sitting. so many other good songs fromthis show exist, including one about a black hole "svart" and one about ok. okej? and the lineup included ane brun. i had sobbed my way thru a hollywood concert at hotel cafe, the cafe where i met dustin mosley a first time some other show. ane brun made me deathly starstruck, except it's almost as if she remembered me, peering at me as this strange supposed american who attended very close to the stage, letting tears pour from my face, as she played. anna von hauswolff for some reason took me into the green room full of all the best swedish female vocalists setting this poetry to song. ok robyn wasn't there. as i published this concert footage, different artists found it and would email or comment, and i was able to amend and correct the spelling of names, which is of course difficult. perhaps i should make a little blog album for the songs from that performance, so i can find all the footage easily. i am proud one of the songs got 900 hits. it was january 20, 2011 and i went bc i saw the name reine fiske on the poster plastered around town, and of course i'm a big fan of his work in dungen and now morte macabre. i had no idea i would be in for anything this spectacular. the crowd was affluent stylish educated powerful swedish women, and the men they allow to be around them. who would want to hear a poetic voice from the 1960's voicing discontent for the lack of progress in women's advancement towards equal social standing in sweden ........? at the kulturhuset, a great storyteller recorded a sonja akesson poem about the domestic inderturing of women into a life of domestic toil and labor with no recognition for the emotional labor of absorbing male tyranny and or abuse. translated "to be white man's slave" is not in any way to be meant to nullify the horrors of the transatalntic african salve trade, or to minimalize or equivocate. such strong language hurts and offends even me. but the point is the swedish perspective feels that strongly. that global oppression of women is every much a hidden horror of this magnitude. that voice, sonje akesson's voice: indicts the entire system, of 50% of the world's population cast into poverty, disregard, overwork, humiliation, abject "domestic violence", femicide even.   this dehumanization, until given the name it is----would not be rectified the world over until adequately diagnosed

by poets.

at the show i met reine's mother, and he told me about the bo hansson tribute at gyllene cirkeln where jimi hendrix played when he visited stockholm.

the bo hansson tribute is quite amazing and i filmed it and it was seen and linked to by their music society. it was there that i learned more about swedish patience with queue-ing.

the music venue is over this lecture hall where PUBLIC & free lectures are had for the advancement of societal and cultural political improvement.

i attended one lecture there, putting it on bambuser.com which has since purged the archiving.

another bambuser film i made in sweden, was with a man i met at the precise location of olaf palme's murder. we had a coffee, and he told me all about olaf palme, in swedish.

he felt that it was very important, that we met at that place, on the anniversary of the assassination, by chance, as i asked him, do you know where the computer store.

when i finally got to the computer store, to try to un-linux my computer as ellis had tinkered with it, the amazing man at the counter, explained how the arab spring, was an economic thing, and it was all happening, for reasons of re-development, and he helped me not get a big head about it, or underestimate the work of the puppetmasters.

i put an interview with a leader in the feminist initiativ party on bambuser as well as an interview with my ivory coast friends.

later i would sit at olaf's grave, and watch the swedes file by, and lay a rose, or bow their head.

the way i liken it, is to the death of JFK, in terms of closeness and popular appeal and misery associated with olaf palme's glory and demise. later i heard perhaps, he was killed for being opposed to the vietnam conflict, but it could have been anything.

and then nordiska kompaniet was the place of anna lindh's slaughter, and i stayed there drinking lapsangsouchong smokey pine needle infused black tea----occasionally wandering up to the site of her stabbing demanding an answer to the mystery of her murder.

it felt to me tasteless that there was no historical marker, or plaque explaining the great national tragedy.

perhaps it is all too fresh.

the men who hate women.

or kill them.

this is all very close to the august strindberg house.

as an impassioned fan of his book the inferno, i did not understand the significance of his political participations in sweden's transformation, until visiting his tiny apartment which is now a museum.

i also did not understand that he is considered a revolting misogynist by modern swedes, as his misogyny seemed a thing of his age.

a wonderful store, hong kong market, sold tofu, nearby, and i would gladly return one day.

my last way out, i pledged my heart to swedish women, that i would fight for them, for young women, so they not endure the horrors of these violent beasts who destroy us.

i was so grateful to the magnificence of the country they loaned me to explore, i wanted to make it even better for them, and for all womankind, etc.