ditch,

the poetry that matters

Kristín Kamban

According to Kristín Kamban, aggravating folly doesn’t frighten her; she does it all the time. Her belief in the existence of the boogie-man allows her to do so. She tries to manhandle the manifestations of him in all of her doings. Especially poetry. Kristín lives in Reykjavík and studies folkloristics at the Universtity of Iceland.

The Santa Claus has a beard his like Ingólfur’s dog
has a pink stomach
Thomas puts an artificial beard over his beard
clearings beard beard beard brown bottles sugar
greediness, the seal Snorri heads a brown baldness a brown pen
chip the Thomas Ingólfur’s dog
Ingólfur a good soft paw stomach
pat a stomach Ingólfur’s picture frame artificial
beards dents Thomas’ pens Ingólfur’s dog candlesticks
impale Ingólfur impale Ingólfur impale the pictureframe’s dog
Ingólfur’s chairs in dining rooms pitas can not sit.
Ike is from Canada Angela is from Canada but the head on her is not bisected
the head on Ike is bisected he he he he he is adopted,
the oven - killed oneself killed oneself not: protests verkfall!! strike.
Ingólfur’s little brother on a dog dog dog construction crane proselytes
A construction crane’s price for a construction crane.
Grandfather’s ashes ivory tower in the buttocks of a grandfather
ivory tower in the buttocks of me you Ingólfur.
The Christmas card has a green yolk black cell - bell
the magic shows on coasts break all panes in the house –
rides a bad smell of a skate – stimuli on people’s olfactions
stimuli on peoples ivory towers. dad dad dad dad pink and blue tricks
sadism sadism Álafoss elves at Álafos
Benz automobile Álafoss Benz Benz Benz Benz
of Lagomera aristocrats intelectuals with disgusting hair
aristocrats’ sex shows. 

the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus the Santa Claus.

Sean buses in a narrowness resided to drive Peter – chocolate milk with Peter.
Christian more Christian Nadia’s eyebrow has come in sight and mine as well
the nature is intensified a fiend the nature is intensified a fiend.



Isms that turn lighthouses
(homophonic translation of Ismail si Turnavitu, a Romanian poem)

Low series dance a steed's cunt,
Rio Tinto flight of isms.
Ex dots a dildo, aesthetics of semesters sit in a tub
with your boobs, your stew: Titanic & titan respect Rúrí.
Isms inside food and Karitas goes crazy, saw weary test-tactics.
Haddock try haddock sow in that server - skate indie trash at
tea 50 bananas pesos, pins. Suzy sings wafers into a pendulum,
turns lighthouses, napkins, dishes, harpsichords,
insidious Ashkenazys, fanatic nineties.
A drift - time soils.
Paste this year nice
a preface approximately
zero exuberance
a surreal Lada.

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