Yesterday the poet Bruno K. Öijer released Svart som silver (Black as Silver). It is the first book in seven years. In many bookstores, it was sold out just hours after the release. I happen to buy a copy yesterday. I just read it. I am delighted and quite surprised on how bright and cheerful this collection of poems is. What caught my attention the most in the underlying theme is the agony from the loss of a beloved woman. She’s the shadow and the light of the collection itself. These poems are poetry as it’s best – painful, passionate and yet so utterly, utterly beautiful. I usually don’t use this kind of adjectives to describe something I appreciate, but this time I can’t stress it enough. The artist seems to have come to a closure – with lost love, with all meaningless people, with all evil and, in the very last pages, even with him and how he is portrayed.
In the future, this man will be cherished as one of Sweden’s best poets of all times –
på den vänstra handens fingrar.
I was in such a good mood yesterday I also bought some dope ass wine. Saturday night I plan to intoxicate my fellow trendspotter and good friend Philip. He’s a non-drinker, usually, so I am not sure if I’ll succeed. Only time will tell. ;-)
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