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La neve difende la propria solitudine
non vuole finestre illuminate
accanto a sé
solo lei deve risplendere.
Non vuole impronte umane
su di sé
solo cani, gatti, volpi
e cornacchie devono lasciare impronte
essi hanno il suo stesso silenzio
dentro di loro
come la luna e le stelle.
Gunvor Hofmo
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Fra en annen virkelighet, Gunvor Hofmo (1948)
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"أمسك بيد إنسان،
أنظر إلى عيني إنسان،
إلا أنني على الطرف الآخر،
حيث الإنسان ليس إلا ضبابًا من الوحدة والقلق!"
*Gunvor Hofmos
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Susanna — Meditations on Love (SusannaSonata)
Photo by Ida Fiskaa
Dusted was all in on Susanna in the mid-aughts when, with the one-person Magical Orchestra, the Swedish soprano turned Dolly Parton, Kiss and AC/DC covers into mystical, inhuman hymns. The artist, whose full name is Susanna Karolina Wallumrød, has been productive since then, working with Jenny Hval and her husband David and recording about once a year, primarily on her own label SusannaSonata, but this writer, at least, has missed most of it. I last came into contact with her in 2011, when she set a series of Norwegian poet Gunvor Hofmo’s works to music for the album Jeg Vil Hjem Til Menneskene.
Listening to Meditations on Love, then, is like meeting an old acquaintance by chance, reconnecting with what you once valued in that person and noticing, also, the things that have changed.
Susanna’s voice is a reassuring constant, an effortless, uninflected carrier of melody. She has her diva-ish moments, but mostly lets the notes assemble out of air and fog, coalescing with a purity that seems not quite human. “I was never here, ay-yay-yay-yay,” she breathes in “I Was Never Here,” the tune taking shape like moisture condensing on a chilly car window, a squall of sax, a patter of malleted percussion, a surge of muscular synth coming up behind her. The words—and the music—come as always from a distance, an unbridgeable remove that was what, all those years ago, transformed rock chestnuts like “Love Will Tear Us Apart” into haunted mysteries.
Yet over the intervening years, Susanna has picked up an affinity for rhythm, for jaunty cadences of percussion and propulsive blasts of sound. Her partnership with Dag Erik Knedal a drummer with the jazz ensemble Cortex and experimental percussionist Ane Marthe Sørlien Holen of Pinquins and Ensemble Neon, gives her music a playful, sportive mobility. “Everyone Knows,” for instance, pairs her free flowing vocals with a clip-clopping, vaguely equine beat. Her elongated, tone-shifting “hey-ey-ey-ey,” flows over sharp, edged architectures like honey on a wire sculpture. The music is visceral, even as her singing remains disembodied.
Prickly, tetchy arrangements frame her fluid phrasings, as on “Big Dreams,” where pizzicato strings, arranged and played by Sarah-Hane Summers, flit around her like birds. Jazz sax and clarinet from reedists Harald Lassen and Morten Barrikmo add texture and dissonance. Susanna’s earlier works distilled agitated work into timeless, edgeless serenity, but now her arrangements fuel the music with urgency. “I Took Care of Myself” gallops and careens, powered by a rushing synthesizer riff, a rattle and clatter of drums.
The music is so intricate and surprising and full of life that the cover records start to feel like a parlor trick. Sure it’s fun to hear a Kiss song slowed and gentled to a lullaby, but maybe more important to let Susanna couch her songs in conflict and dissonance, pure still but bristling with complication.
Jennifer Kelly
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If you're looking for any ideas for people to write about: I recommend looking into the norwegian poet Gunvor Hofmo and her (likely) girlfriend Ruth Maier. Maier was an austrian jewish refuge who came to Norway in the beginning of the second world war and that's how they met. Maier was deported from Norway on the ship Donau and was murdered in the gas chamber. Hofmo's poems published after the war are heartbreaking but truly capture her love for Maier. If you feel like MQH has published enough about europeans I understand. Their story broke my heart a bit and I just wanted to share it.
I had actually never heard these names before, so I very much appreciate you bringing them up! I am absolutely open to writing about them in the future, I have now added them to my list, they sound like they have an important story!
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Gunvor Hofmo "Silence stretches the passage of time when I'm alone. Giving birth, the day subsides into the midwife arms of the night."
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YARGH
4. i’m a sucker for fårikål it’s just . it’s so good literally just lamb kale laurel leaves and pepper

8. yes sweden 😭 which is insulting bc it’s sweden like cmon guys just bc we’re the same to u it doesn’t mean we r not Eternal Enemies …. also usually confused by americans when they think norway is in sweden but also sometimes by europeans based on the accents bc to others they’re pretty similar
10. personally a big fan of hælvete (hell with a schwung of my dialect) and forpult (fucked kind of) it’s just so multifunctional
11. might be olav h. hauge ? i love his poem mange års røynsle med pil og boge but gunvor hofmo with det er ingen hverdag mer is also very much a favourite !!
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«Det er ingen hverdag mer», Gunvor Hofmo, Jeg vil hjem til menneskene (1946)
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They come...
Me, begging for strength
in this light's harshness,
me, begging for strength
in the nakedness of things,
at dusk I fight
against my own life,
that which wants to fall asleep
in the society of mutes,
wants to be wind among the winds
wants to be light above the pear tree
wants to be sweet-sharp silence
in an unknown face...
Oh past, oh tears filled with solitude:
Fall not asleep, lie not in weak dreams!
Stand up and keep vigil among the mute
with raised sword
Fight for my face, sword,
the life they scorn,
fight for my bitter truth
they don't share...
They come with open jars
of air and flat emptiness.
They come and think I am water
to be shaped after them!
- “They Come...” from Blind Nightingales (1951) by Gunvor Hofmo. Translated from Norwegian by me.
#WHY wont tumblr let me post this in stanzas????#anyway this really spoke to me last night#so sad#so powerful#so gay#gotta love gunvor hofmo#norwegian poet#poet#norwegian poetry#norwegian#translation#gay poetry#queer podcast#queer women#wlw#gunvor hofmo#sapphic
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Norwegian poet Gunvor Hofmo
#Gunvor Hofmo#Hofmo#Norway#Norge#Norwegian#Christiania#Oslo#1995#1990's#1921#1920's#1900's#modernism#poetry
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The words, shiningly silent I shall find give them to you, hammer some moments together under the frame of eternity so you will never forget me
Gunvor Hofmo
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"Red was the valley of your childhood! / All those later years / are like blood dripping more quietly / from childhood's unhealed wounds."
Gunvor Hofmo, "Childhood" (unofficial translation)
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poem by Gunvor Hofmo
Fra en annen virkelighet (1948)
Syk blir en av ropet om virkelighet.
Altfor nær var jeg tingene,
slik at jeg brant meg igjennom
og står på den andre siden av dem,
der lyset ikke er skilt fra mørket,
der ingen grenser er satt,
bare en stillhet som kaster meg ut i universet av ensomhet,
og av uhelbredelig ensomhet.
Se, jeg svaler min hånd i kjølig gress:
Det er vel virkelighet,
det er vel virkelighet nok for dine øyne,
men jeg er på den andre siden
hvor gresstrå er kimende klokker av sorg og bitter forventning.
Jeg holder et menneskes hånd,
ser inn
From another reality (1948)
Ill becomes one from the scream of reality.
Way too close the things I was,
so that I burnt myself in-between
and I stand on the other side of them,
where the light differs no from the darkness,
where no borders are set,
just a silence which throws me out in the universe of solitude,
and of irredeemable solitude.
Look, I cool my hand in a tepid grass:
This is ample reality,
this is ample reality enough for your eyes,
but I’m on the other side
where grass blades are pealing clocks of sorrow and bitter expectancy.
I hold a humans hand,
look into a humans eye,
but I’m on the other side
where man is a fog of solitude and fear.
Oh, if only was I a stone
which could roll through this emptiness of burden,
if only was I a star
which could drink this emptiness of pain,
but I’m a human thrown into the borderlands,
and the silence I hear hisses,
the silence I hear screams,
from deeper worlds than this.
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DESDE OTRA REALIDAD⠀ ⠀ Una se pone enferma del grito que pide realidad⠀ Estuve demasiado cerca de las cosas⠀ de manera que me quemé al atravesarlas⠀ y estoy al otro lado de ellas,⠀ donde la luz no está separada de la oscuridad,⠀ donde no se ha puesto ningún límite,⠀ solo un silencio que me lanza a un universo de soledad,⠀ de incurable soledad.⠀ ⠀ Mira, me refresco la mano en hierba fría.⠀ Esta será la realidad,⠀ será suficiente realidad para tus ojos⠀ pero yo estoy al otro lado⠀ donde las briznas de hierbas son campanas⠀ sonoras de pena y amarga expectativa.⠀ Tengo en las manos la mano de una persona,⠀ miro los ojos de un ser humano,⠀ pero yo estoy al otro lado⠀ donde el hombre es bruma de soledad y angustia.⠀ ⠀ Ay, si yo fuera una piedra⠀ que pudiese sostener el peso de este vacío,⠀ si yo fuese una estrella⠀ que pudiese beber el dolor de este vacío,⠀ pero yo soy un ser humano arrojado país fronterizo ⠀ y oigo rugir al silencio⠀ desde mundos más profundos que este.⠀ ⠀ Gunvor Hofmo- Noruega⠀ & Bruno Baraldi @takiisbranding (artist)⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ #surreal #surrealism #popsurrealism #jesuislesurrealisme #retroart #newcontemporary #digitalcollage #collagedigital #digitalcollageart #collage_art #collageart #collageartist #collageartists #collageartwork #collagework #collagecollectiveco #c_expo #collagemaker #surrealcollage #cutandpaste #collagelife #contemporarycollage #collage_guild #collagetash #collagedesign #collages #undergroundart #marcopolorules #vagabondwho #brunobaraldi https://www.instagram.com/p/B6GBo_Jo7wD/?igshid=mx0dx38qchmz
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Jeg blir aldri ferdig med å forlange klarhet, stillhet. Jeg blir ett med høsten. Gunvor Hofmo #poesi #ord av #gunvorhofmo #øyeblikk #fotografi #tilstedeværelse #tid #høst #skildringer #forgjengelighet #melankoli (ved Øyslebø) https://www.instagram.com/p/CGQkMsyJFTQ/?igshid=1q333glm7ln4q
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“The greatest love is without hope”
-Gunvor Hofmo, Norwegian poet
#oh#sad gay poetry#i know she's dead but always support gunvor hofmo<33#poetry#gunvor hofmo#blinde nattergaler#to stemmer
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