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the poetry that matters

Hjörvar Pétursson

Hjörvar Pétursson was born 1972 in the town of Akureyri, Iceland. He has also lived in the village of Blönduós, on the State Farm at Hólar in Hjaltadalur, and in the capital Reykjavík; as well as (for shorter periods of time) Brno, Czech Republic; and Lund, Sweden. He has held various jobs, such as assistant bricklayer, waiter, farmhand and mailman. He has had short stories published in a couple of Icelandic anthologies, poetry at various occasions in Icelandic newspapers, magazines and e-zines, as well as translations of poetry to the Icelandic, including a performance on Icelandic State Radio. He is, however, yet to publish a proper work of literature of his own. In the late 90‘s, he was a member of the editorial board of Icelandic literary magazine „Andblær,“ mis-using the opportunity to push his own works to its fullest. He currently resides with his wife and three children in Tübingen, Germany, working on the statistical genetics of Parkinson‘s Disease and Essential Tremor. He regards his participation in the writing of the scientific papers he has co-authored among the finest pieces of literature he has ever written.

Emanate

don't stop to think
this is a challenge
you're in the same steps
carrion
you do not have to be who you are
you aren't
you are not who you are
why are you someone else?
rape
the rape of language
it can not be done

don't let me interrupt
just keep on doing what you were doing
have you ever seen a man having trouble
rising from his bed in the morning?
talk about incompetence
free rape at the entrance
language again
it can not be done

chorus
two verses and a chorus
it can not be done
it can not be done
it can not be done
(fade)

 

Hernia

thrust oxen hair
ransacking or ochre or god
ask me
hence tough
asunder or nearer
Van Gogh needed in struggling
sworn
coughing
if not a book
if late a gag
nesting it
wearer shut off abode
or shield her up
rope sent off
hell
dear income on scythes

 

Hoot!
(Pt. 1)

sheer riff raff you're told
and unspurned in gum
Meth Astaire
giganice square
or hub under bow
caring or graphs
cunning
eat it
agar
arse

I'm coming at it
arid
with us in action and I got a
caffeine eel
bake it
steer neither once
daughter of goth
or some other tin sun
heretofore quoth:
hate her broken, awkward and broke-ass oven
yummie
nagging ivy
meth-buying or high tooth
now gassed
bow quinine
sit our asians after
suck earth
goth
Manson man
Doolittle man

 

Hoot!
(Pt. 2)

Hootah!
(...mumble, mumble...)
Eee-oooh!
Orgasm man!
(...murmur, murmur...)
Eat a leg!

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