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Næsten alle, jeg gik på Brønderslev Forfatterskole med som teenager, er kommet ud som queer som voksne.
Det er en hyggelig tanke, at alle vi små forfatterspirer bare rendte rundt og fandt et fællesskab blandt andre små forfatterspirer og endnu ikke anede, hvorfor vi alle følte os en smule malplacerede her i verden. Som om narrativet vi var blevet lært, siden vi var små, bare ikke passede os, så vi fandt en måde at ændre det på ved at opfinde vores egne verdener og skrive os ind i dem
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unknownpoet3 · 4 years
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Remember Yahya Hassan
A great poet died in my country this week. One of those the nation mourns publicly.
The circumstances regarding his death are still unknown, and even though I’d want to know, this isn’t about that part of his life, because he and I go further.
We met nine years ago, the summer of 2011, at a summer programme for young writers. He was a “beginner”, I was a “senior” who completed the beginner’s programme the year before that encounter. That didn’t mean much though as we all mixed in the spare time programmes.
In the end of our programme, we we’re four people joining a group of our own, having a lot of laughs, doing stupid shit in the middle of the night, even though we had classes in the early morning.
To this day, one of my happiest memories is how you mad me laugh one night at writing school for young adults, and how you read aloud a beautiful story, you wrote, with the most beautifully painting scenes, that nearly made me cry.
These days, everybody talks about his poetry (which really IS legendary, let that be known) and his criminal behaviour, but please; let be known that Yahya Hassan was more than that. Even though I’m a lesbian, I knew immediatly that he was handsome, deep, funny and always up for a good time. Even though we haven’t talked for years (a regret of mine), he remains one of my happiest memories so far.
And he might be gone, but many of us will stil remember him - one way or another!
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