ASRA RAN BJORT
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Asra Ran Bjort


Writer & Graphic Designer

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Asra was born in Berlin but grew up in Iceland. She moved to Tokyo, Japan in 2016 where she studied Japanese Literature and Art History at Waseda University. She is currently working as a graphic designer with a Japanese company in Tokyo.
Her independent work is writing, which initially led her on her quest into the world of Japanese literature. As a writer she aspires to explore and reevaluate human behaviour, and the relationships to our vast surroundings.

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BLACK MASS

Ticklish fever
In my bruised bones
Healing soul

Birds dancing in the clouds
Of the frozen city
Where towers sit on the horizon.

A concrete jungle
Where we find
Minds entangled
Like the roots of the woods
Buried
In the dirt
That turns into clay
Which then shatters in our hands
And we paint the night
With the white chalk.
Our own dreams
Glued to the open sky
Film noir
Under the stars.



Driving through palm trees,
And run-down huts
In the golden
Afternoon sun—

I can only think of
Her collarbones.



I polished the
Windows

And now
I cannot unsee my
Own reflection
Intertwined with the shadows
Of the black branches
In the night
Like scars across my face



BEYOND US

The way we think
about our own bodies
our flesh, bones
and blood
as a manifestation of life—
how come the entire planet
with its immensity of species & organisms,
continental rocks
and all of its vast oceans
it is not respected
in the same way?
We have constructed laws,
social codes
and consequences
to the harm of our own bodies.
We ought to recognise
the harm to the body
of our planet
as earnestly.
When that embodiment
of life
is vibrating of alarm
right under our very feet
because
of our own greed.

The ship
that carries our existence
across stars of time—
we know as Mother Earth
— who has born us to life,
nurtured and nourished
every single one of us.
Always
continues to give,
all of its energy
waters and atoms
the very elements
our entire existence
depends upon.
Despite our pure
abuse
of her very flesh and blood.
In light of
Anthropocentric Success & Advance.

One day
she will stop giving—
we ought to think about
the future waves
of generations
and continual life;
Evolutional Expansion
of the mysterious magical
entity
that we know of
as life on planet earth.

Who are we to destruct what we are made of?

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