onkel-hva
Norwegian
Onkel Hva was born in a mud hut in Teveldal, Norway in 1948. His parents were illiterate potato farmers, and little Hva had to teach himself to read & write. / At the age of seven he was sent away to school in Meråker, where he was profoundly shocked to find actual paper and honest to God books. / That was, however the only good thing to be said of his years at the School. Hva ended up a bitter loner. And he has been like that ever since. / / He found his voice in poetry quite early on, writing melancholy and bile-filled poems about loneliness & solitude & women's naughty bits. / In 1966 he managed to publish a book of selected poetry with the now-defunct publishing house TrønderPoesi. It was called Refleksjoner Over Blind Høne. / / Since then, things have been rather silent around Onkel Hva, but he recently (in 1982) met what would become his manly muse, Onkel Ugle (born in a marsh outside of Oslo in 1949). They are now working on their magnum opus, Bus-Tour Rhymes.
All alone
in the dark
listening to old Martin Denny LPs
I drain my last bottle of bourbon,
extinguish a cigarette that tastes nothing
A single tear falls gently from my left eye
I blow my nose in my left sock
and fall asleep on the sofa
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 6:12 PM UTC
My nose is
bleeding
from all the amphetamines
I wipe the blood
with my ***** socks
smash the lamp with my fist
and refuse to pay her
Apr 2, 2012
Apr 2, 2012 at 8:25 AM UTC
It is
you see
not a question of why
but of how
How do you get her?
How do you do?
And for that matter,
how can I do her?
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 11:33 AM UTC
Early one morning while putting on my socks,
I saw what appeared to be a mouse.
I watched intently for hours, it seemed,
It looked back at me, with mild curiosity,
then ran off into the hole in the wall.
It came back that night
while I was taking off my socks.
It was bigger, somehow,
and had antlers.
Mar 30, 2012
Mar 30, 2012 at 10:35 AM UTC