Plonévez-Porzay, again with a clear blue sky and poplars along the hot roads reading Kaalø's Jorden taler while the dog in the chambre d'hotes in which we live is pissing off the rear wheels of the parked cars - so don't say that land is not being traded: I don't give a damn who says any different ... as Eddy Grant shouts across the crowd in Eddy Grant and The Frontline Orchestra: Live at Notting Hill from the derivatives, then - but then who is afraid of frontlines, absence and earth poetry!
		Previously published in Claus Carstensen 99/00, Borgen 2001