Swedish Election special

The dead can speak to the living, but the living cannot speak to the dead. Lars Gustafsson

If you haven’t yet read Dagens Nyheter’s article (19 Sept) “Two poets on their way to the ballot box” - email correspondence between poets Lars Gustafsson and Göran Greider published on election day - you might want to click on the aforementioned link (in Swedish).

It’s a rare wrap full of juicy election tidbits. Wise way to make use of a Swedish daily!

Having recently published a new collection of Lars Gustafsson's poems, a swell take on the Promythean myth, I can still envision Erland Josephsson sheltering a flame flickering in his hands as he trudges through the rain, splashing across a big puddle in Tarkovsky’s Nostalghia.

Let’s face it, there’s no key in the back of the Book. Though when 20 xenophobes (not just their house-trained leader) enter the Swedish Parliament, they're bound to grow some interesting bushisms). Then Gustafsson might be asked to take another look at his philosophical equations involving tolerance and intolerance. The church bells tolled on Swedish Election Day and Greider ultimately promised to wake up Gustafsson on Judgment Day.

In the meantime, you might want to follow Lars Gustavsson's blog, in Swedish.