It takes roughly eight minutes for the light of the Sun to travel to Earth. Eight minutes and twenty seconds, to be exact. Meaning: If the sun was a lamp on your nightstand that you could switch on and off, it would take eight minutes (and twenty seconds) from the light went out until the light would go out down here. During that time you would have time to read a poem, but hardly a short story and no way a novel. This might make poetry the most apocalyptic of genres?

In this, Linda Klakkens third, poetry collection it is this un-fact that frames the work. We are not facing a black sun, but an author writing about a mother-daughter relationship, modest of sorts, encompassing in it´s simplicity - a proof that life is being lived, even if it is always and already doomed.

Linda Klakken (1979-) has published the collections Mother, Wife, Slave (Mamma, kone, slave - 2013) and Finish the book about your life (Skriv ferdig boka om livet ditt - 2014)