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Lisa Carlsson

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WRITER &
LYRICIST

Educated at Nordens Folkhögskola Biskops-Arnö, Lisa Carlsson @justlikesnow is pursuing a masters degree in comparative literature exploring the Manson Family in literature, the creation of myth and how transgression can never be fully told in a linear way.

Lisa has previously written for, amongst other publications, Arbetaren, Expressen Kultur and Nöjesguiden. She has many years of experience working in the fashion industry, most recently as the editor in chief for APLACE Magazine as well as writing for the Swedish fashion brand Hope Sthlm and co-writing manifestos with Minna Palmqvist @minnapalmqvist. Her fragmented writing explores themes such as violence, beauty and rituals. She harbors an obsession with Death Valley, her soul lives among redwood trees and she longs for full and total ego-loss. For Fine Dying, Lisa has written an instructional menu inspired by Virginia Woolf’s texts and the womxn designers creations for the Misschiefs dinner setting and tableware.

INSTRUCTIONS

"1. Let a grain of sand enter the shell of an oyster. Wait for seven years, seven months and seven days. Watch as the pearl emerges from the shell. Put the pearl inside your mouth. Carry it gently under your tongue. The oyster is a living thing. It dies in your throat. On the way down. Before it reaches your intestines.

2. Bring out the torches. Light the candles, one by one. Let them burn. Dip your finger in ink, draw a circle on the floor. Let's gather for protection.

3. Watch the glass glow like magma, as it takes shape. Let it cool. Count the bubbles. Put it to your lips and drink.

4. Ask yourself, out loud: What are you chained to? What are these shackles? What is lost if you break them?

5. Cover your shoulders in your grandmother's sheets. Feel the bodies that slept in them. The skin that softened them, before you. Cover your hair. Pick up a knife.

6. Cut lines in your palm. Let it bleed. Kiss it. Taste the iron and the salt.

The struggle was severe. One might even say brutal. What is left is decay. Shatters of a glass that fell to the floor. Out of the ashes – a new kind of beauty. Out of death – life. Once we've killed the angel, what remains?"