Fredrik Scheike

Hard to imagine. But this is pretty much all the poetry, word and creative thing I've ever written, besides that one notebook that my dog ate. And scripts on my laptops, or notes on my phone, but you get the point

Every notebook to the left of the blue box, which in itself contains smaller notepads and sheets of paper, is complete. Cover to cover.

Every notebook to the right of the blue box is incomplete to a certain degree, but begun in one way or the other.

I have written tonnes of crap and more than a couple of gems. I've tried to phrase myself in the four different languages I know, to come closest to the poetic truth I've wanted to express in that specific moment, to varying degrees of success. I have tried, I have failed and I have kept going.

Poetry is probably my main form of creative outlet, my way to connect outwardly on a human to human level. The way to synthesize individual feelings and experiences into universally recognizable expressions. The way to also transgress the human by becoming more human, by binding together past, present and future.

Poetry is one of the most primordial forms of artistry and probably predates both music and fine arts and painting. I'd say it stems from the moment when we first felt awe or deep reverence in the face of something and wanted to share that with our fellow creatures, but these are just my speculations. The thing is, it has survived and is the nerve in the human organism that make us tick. Makes me tick.

My poetry is deeply personal in the sense that it stems from my interior and is the thing and way I breathe and think for the most part of my days. It's my spiritual language and my most vulnerable self. It's my light and my shadow, my guide and my looking glass. I am it's protector and it is my savior. It's my most refined self and essence.

My poetry is also universal and artistically open. It's meant as a bridge in between individuals. It's the architecture of the soul. It's philosophy and psychology and so much more condensed into a few or many lines. It's the autobahn of the heart.

If you have made it this far. Thank you. I am currently in the process of connecting a lot of dots. Stay tuned.

"natur mort"
död
det är nu allt börjar
det är nu allt slutar
den stilla den alltför vana
den absoluta tystnaden

det är nu nyss blev nu
det är nu nyss blev då
stilla stigar där dagen sover
där det som såtts gryr

det är nu då inget varar
det är nu då allt är evigt
om natten nalkas, nalkas kylan
myllan täckt i brandgult flor

liv
det är nu allt slutar
det är nu allt börjar
den ständiga varaktiga
den totala förvandlingen

klistret.

I'm going to have to think about something clever to say.