by Eyþór Gylfason
The present is a pop song
a stillborn party
three chords
on a checkered dance floor
the chorus
weed
devoid of meaning
and that’s why I swill champagne
with a blurry harmony
and toast to the end
The poem is the title poem of Eyþór‘s debutvolume of poetry – called Hvítt suð in Icelandic. The photo is of the poet andmusician Drengurinn fengurinn, from the publishing party.
