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Bas Jan Ader’s boyhood sailing permit resurfaced, issued July of 1959.
Inside it is a note written by his mother, “Mrs. J.A. Ader Appels gives her son, Bastiaan Johan Christiaan Ader permission to go to sea.”
the wind frightens me again
i’m sitting inside watching everything get greener and greener
it was the same way last year
the colors get bright and the smells unbearably familiar
we have been here before
under the sky where the softest clouds turn into monsters
could the blooms stop growing into frightening ripeness
could the rain come once without the sun
rainbows are weighing heavy on my backbone
i don’t get enough calcium for this
i take the lawn mower from the shed
mow words into the grass
i am lonely help me out
grass grows so fast in early may
Rolf Jacobsen, translated by Robert Hedin
I buy bus tickets like a professional.
I am not happy with my job, I feel undervalued, underpaid.
It is always too hot in there
and I always find the weirdest eyes
staring at me wondering
will I sit next to them
or will I find someone else, someone staring out of the window, or into their knees.
I can never tell the difference between a challenge and an invitation. I am not getting ahead in life.
