Supernova

2013

Booklet

Large stars live short, intense lives where energy is produced at a furious tempo. In the core ever-heavier elements are formed, as temperature and density increase. Finally, the innermost material of the core is transformed into iron. Then the star is unable to produce more energy, and collapses under its own weight.

The collapse releases extreme amounts of energy. For some months the object may shine like many billions of ordinary stars together.

 

 

 

He says: I am one of those who lost. It was a terrible, costly loss. Sure that we were right, we ventured all. Held back nothing, predicted no retreat. We were strong, we had to make it, couldn’t be stopped.

It isn’t easily to find lines in what became.

Some doors close forever.

 

 

 

An old gallery, one of the oldest of its kind in Scandinavia. Picasso, Braque, they were ahead of their times. Hatchet job in the newspapers: new-fangled nonsense. Boycotted. Long queues, wild parties, scandals. Anything was possible.

The basement rooms are labyrinthine and stuffed with art. Packed in crates, cardboard and plastic, some labelled, some not. They constantly discover new treasures below stairs, behind doors, on top of cupboards.

There’s a faint smell of turpentine.

And dust.

 

 

 

What is time?

Time is what is between now

 

and now,

I say.

 

I have a ghost in my mouth.

Some say the most useful thing I can teach my child is to beg in Mandarin.

 

 

Everything is the same. But quite different.

Something has changed from the inside of everything.

 

 

 

When we moved in, the house next door was full of Polish construction workers. Hard working, in protective footwear. Three weeks on, two weeks off. Then came the African prostitutes. They slept almost all day and hung over the fence of the kindergarten on the other side of the road when they went out to work in the afternoon. They probably missed their own. In the summer the Roma people came. They slept in unregistered cars parked along the road, shared shower and privy inside the house.

A forest of satellite dishes grows in their garden. They capture signals from far away. Like the rush of the waves in a seashell from another sea.

 

 

 

Peace Prize for Europe.

It’s burning in the streets of Athens.

In Madrid they’re protesting against 25 per cent unemployment.

Thousands of demonstrators on the streets of London.

In Oslo it’s six degrees and dry weather.

 

 

 

On the beach in Greece. It must be the police; who else would be allowed to fly so low? We could see the pilot. Sunglasses and tattooed upper arms. Were they looking for someone? We got the children up out of the water.

The helicopter came down for a landing, in the middle of the beach, among towels and parasols and almost naked bodies.

All heads turned in the same direction. We went along with the others. A procession at the water’s edge. The sand was so hot the air trembled.

It stood on the beach about five metres in from the water’s edge. Green with orange and black stripes. When we got there it was empty, the rotors were no longer turning. People walked around it, touched it, photographed with mobile phones. Stood there. A long time.

Private helicopter on public beach. Not really allowed? An Italian rubbed middle finger and thumb together. The money gesture. An imaginary coin spun in the air.

After a while we went back. The helicopter stayed there for the rest of the day.

In the evening we asked the waiter in the restaurant who owned the helicopter. He pointed at the bottle of water we had ordered. The owners of the drinking water were paying a visit. “Guests,” he said. He was working a double shift and had been there since six that day.

 

 

November 2012, appeal from the Mayor on Lampedusa. Their cemetery is full, the last boat refugees had to be buried elsewhere in the region. She asks Europe how big her new cemetery has to be.

 

 

 

I show them pictures. Other places. But it affects us too, I say. It’s coming, no one will escape it. Are you ready?

Young, strong, glossy. Like them. The faces hidden beneath scarves and caps. All. None. Tense muscles, leaping, kick-off, fists clenched. Bodies, ONE body. Wild, beautiful. Critical mass. They’re setting the world on fire.

A student puts up his hand. Says he wishes he had something to fight for.

 

 

 

Snakes and reptiles in the basement.

 

 

When darkness fell it was quiet on the island.

The rescuers had taken care of the injured and the dead.

I’ve heard that their mobile phones were left lying everywhere. They shone like glowworms in the summer night right up to when the batteries died.

 

 

 

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Pioneers.

No one has gone there before them.

Our maps have new white patches. Ever new, ever larger.

Closer to the edge.

We still live here

in the border regions.

 

 

 

The survivors seem to be the most dangerous. They aren’t afraid any more.

And you should probably watch out for those who have lost all they owned.

 

 

 

Ryan Air to London. Cheap and nasty. Polish air hostesses with synthetic turquoise capes, in a shapeless cut.

He limps a little. Is ordered down on to the seat beside me. The hostess talks to him as if he’s stupid, hangs over him. His friends are spread around the plane, they’re not allowed to sit together.

I offer to change places so they can sit together, but the cabin crew won’t let me. He’s furious. Damned racist bitch.

He came here when he was 13. Alone, with a bullet in his knee. Had forged his passport and got himself a ticket. His mother cried, he was too young. But there was no hope, the next bullet could hit him anywhere, he wouldn’t survive. There was no future.

Taxi from Fornebu to Oslo centre. Police station. Long interviews, interpreter. He told them everything and was sent to a reception centre in the west country.

You were 13, just a child! How did you manage it? I would never have dared.

Oh yes, you would. You’ve just never been truly scared.

 

 

 

We’re woken up by cars and dogs outside the house, the flickering light from the police cars and ambulance strobes through the apartment. Everyone knows that people are hiding in that house. It isn’t a good hiding place.

He stands on the pavement shouting CAN YOU HELP ME? in a thick accent. He has been here long enough to learn Norwegian.

Tall and dark. He’s bleeding from one hand and is bandaged by an ambulance driver. Weeps and sways a little. Has tried to escape through the garden and into the park along the river, but the dogs caught him. I don’t know whether they bit him or he tore his skin on the fence when he tried to climb over.

When I come home from work in the afternoon the bloodstains on the pavement have been covered up by a fine layer of new snow.

 

 

 

It’s an old military camp. It has bars on the windows.

Some of them live here for up to ten years.

The neighbours protested at the barbed-wire fences, they were so unpleasant.

The new fences are easy to climb over. It isn’t a prison after all.

But the residents in the enclosure feel insecure. Someone could sneak in over the fence at night and mix with them.

 

 

 

Market economy – Market society

20 per cent of the shop premises in the centre of the small town stand empty.

Big public sector cuts have led to unemployment and weakened purchasing power.

Begging is illegal.

 

 

If the temperature falls below -50 the moisture in the air freezes to ice and rains down in tiny, sharp crystals.

Zing!

 

 

 

The light comes from straight ahead. It dazzles. Burns out the pictures.

 

 

 

If you look through a sunstone the yellow rays will shine through, while the blue ones are filtered away. The yellow light penetrates water vapour and clouds. Without the dazzlingly strong blue rays you would be able to make out the sun behind the cloud cover.

It’s thought that was how the Vikings were able to sail in straight lines across the sea to Greenland.

 

 

 

When time becomes everything and life nothing.

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The earth quakes. Falls out of the shapes it was sorted into. Is shaken together to one great, dense, continuous material. No lines, no shape, no direction. BOOM! It IS.

Ginnungagap.
So far out we’ve never been before.

I see C-beams glitter at the Tannhäuser Gate.

One sun

two

three.

Do we know enough now?

 

 

59. There shall they find

the wondrous

golden chessboards

in the grass,

the ones they played with before

in the oldest days.

 

62. I see a hall that stands,

fairer than the sun.

The roof is of gold

at Gimli.

There shall

bold men bide,

and all their lives

take pleasure.

 

63. But I see the dark dragon,

fly over the valley –

aye, that worm glitters –

comes down from the mountain.

Nidhug bears bodies

on his wings

flies with them over this fair valley.

Now I must sink down below.

 

Völuspá