Another poem from Klaus Høeck's 'Live'

                  stone

                  i admit it it’s

completely way out to drive

                  all the way out to

                  hampen to write this

poem – but that’s what i’ve done

                  and now i’m standing

                  in a field where i’m

kicking at stones partly to

                  discourage festi

                  val poetry and

partly to pay my homage

                  to dr johnson

                  i scrutinise the

stones carefully how beauti

                  ful they really are

                  each one of them re

markable in some way or

                  other – one with a

                  medal ribbon di

agonally across its

                  surface another

                  with an axe blow from

the stone age finally i

                  pick up a flintstone

                  i let go of the

stone it falls to the ground – so

                  simple it is the

                  rest is twaddle a

load of codswallop or sim

                  ply stuff and nonsense

                  at best habit or

a matter of faith i get

                  into the car once

                  again and drive back

while you are reading this po

                  em as a fact now

(The expression 'ude i hampen' in danish means 'way out, far out, beyond credibility'. Opinions are divided as to its origin (see here). but it is a location slap bang in the middle of Jutland, and Klaus Høeck visits all sorts of places in Denmark in the course of his latest collection.)