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I have always liked Sigur Rós, and I was pleased to see that Youtube has featured quite a few of the “Minn Heima” contest submissions. Here is one of them. Let it play while you read the rest of this post:
Watching this documentary yesterday reminded me a lot of my own background in Northern Norway. I was born in Hammerfest, and I spent years on Arnøya, which is an island quite a few miles north/north-east from Tromsø.
My mother’s family is mostly situated around Bergen, while my father’s family are mostly up there, north. Places with scenery like this:
(Having been in Denmark for over 1 1/2 years this time around, I sometimes feel this craving to have mountains around me. If you know anything about Denmark, you know that it is flat. Very flat. In Bergen, I was literally surrounded by mountains, except to the west where you had the Atlantic ocean. But I had my years in Bergen, at least for now. Time to explore Copenhagen more, and hopefully move elsewhere at some point. Somewhere warmer.
In two weeks I turn 30 years old, and I am scared to the bones. I have for various reasons been ridden by angst for the last several months. An anxiety which I have had difficulties pointing out the reasons for.
Today I listened to Faurés Requiem for the first time in a very long time, and afterwards I returned to my old heroes: Rachmaninov, Scriabin, Shostakovich - all those Russians, and Bach.
I felt like I was home.
Home, to me, is not so much a place, as it is an emotion. And through those last years of back-and-forth, anxiety, living with a person who kept making my day a wreck, getting my head knocked over, and in the midst of all that still thinking that I would have the energy required to successfully do a political videoblogging campaign here in Denmark last october/november . . .
It’s like that line in Fight Club: “My eyes are open”. I shudder, thinking how I have lived and acted the last long period of time. As a friend recently told me: “This is not you, Raymond”
Glenn Gould reminds me of things that I had forgotten about. I am thankful for the Arts.
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Great post, Raymond! Love it! Listening to this music and getting the images of your beautiful country while reading came together very elegantly. It touches me deeply, perhaps because I can recognize myself in this.
It is what communication is all about. Thank you!
Happy Birthday, Boy King.
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The landscapes of our youths always call and comfort.
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Tell me: when are you most happy?