Pär Thörn

This is a list, a long string of words stating particulars of a post-apocalyptic landscape. The sense you get is of a sort of eye flying over the wasteland, registering what it sees and senses:

Tree.
Ruin.
Rifle.
Fire.
Tree.
Rock.
Headwind.
Wound.
Cap.
Chair.
Packet of cigarettes.
Dirt.
Tree.

Gradually, more abstract words are interwoven, descriptions of emotion and, perhaps, moral. The faintest trace of sorrow and wariness in the registering eye perhaps. You can also occasionally get a sense of specific events on the ground – the site of a big explosion, some sort of camp, what once perhaps was a mall, a plundered village.

This is, in it’s own right an effective text, especially when read aloud. But it’s also, you know, just a list.… (altro)