Legend (Skriven till Israel G. Young )
The teacher- who do not sell his only soul
Is -like the smallest child –
Upon other’s shoulders lifted high.
The teacher -
Who sells his only soul…
His chaotic breakdown – will be foretold.
Cause – what violence – may create -
Blows away – like dust in the wind-
by the break of day.
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Torsten Föllinger- is by some known, as the star of the stars. Star in this case means ‘ Zarah Leander-
Ernst Hugo Järegård, Erland Josephson, Liv Ullman, Birgit Nilsson’ etc.
his wing of humility, in a harsh geniality, which jumped forward, exclaiming truths of joy to laugh
about. But not in any mean matter, like Ingmar Bergman, who, was his arch enemy, mostly because
Bergman wanted his actors like Liv Ullman, Erland Josephsson and Torstens ‘best friend’ Allan Edwall,
to act dirty things in front of the camera…”He liked such things…” as Torsten driely exclaimed, and,
put another piece of cake into his mouth. Zarah Leander loved orgies and, one amusing story is about
how her husband Vidar one evening called Torsten and complained “ We have patriates here again”.
Torsten promised to come, cause, as Vidar stated; he knew Torsten was the only one Zarah
respected (or one of the few) and, if she knew he would come, she would turn the bunch of lovers
out…
with his bulldog ‘Smulan’ out to the mannor country house, were Zarah ‘was living’. It turned out
that Zarahs daschshund happened to arrive from the neighbour at about the same moment and, she
stood on the porch, with a brush in her hand, she complained that the dog had been chasing after
the neighbour’s , ‘in this way, now, you have gotten yours’, and he has had his…’, it was during the
time of mating dance.
As she lifted the brush to hit it. Torsten said
are mad at”.
He was himself a figure which liked more to perform among common people, lowering
Torsten unhatched the connection to the telephone and next day travelled in his car
heartbeat - false and true.
“ You aren´t going to hit the dog are you? Slap me instead… Surely it is really me you
“ Go away!”…
”Do you want me to leave? I have travelled far just to see you” There was a pause - of
“Come on, you devil…”. Zarah gestured towards the front door.
It is said Zarah Leander boosted Herman Göring under the table, if that was when, he
lived in Liljeholmen, at Liljeholmsvägen 8A, by the harbor of Mälaren, or in Germany when she
performed for the stab of the Nazis is unsure.
class in the Dramatic Institute (DI). “ Yes, I am old as the grave, and Allan here is three years younger
than me” in a gesture torwards Allan Edwall.
audience also will´. In this sense teaching the essence of intercause.
“ This … old, old legend … this …”. Torsten was once introduced for the resignation
Torstens teaching had the following elements; ´if the performer feels pleasure the
“Success or fiasco, but not be a good boy”
This was the whole of his genial teaching in its’ essence.
He received all kinds of peoples, not only stars. One of them who came to Torsten,
at an early age, was Ted Gärdestad. The days before his claimed suicide, he visited Torsten, asking
for assistance. The still quite young star, had become part of the bagwa sect ( in Arabic – this would
implement something like an illegal fighter; and in Pali a master of his own). All members of the sect
were forced to carry the leaders picture around their necks. Ted had become a victim of his own
success and through the intense pleasure of many girlfriends, meditative drugs and material richess,
fallen into the trap of machokism. (That is, to cause himself harm, pain, and unreasonably strict
hygiene to push his genius onwards into further creativity for which his audience craved).
of releast criminals, where his rolemodel was his mothers’.
Torsten – besides his masterwork, also extracted in the social field, as a personal guard
When young, he experienced his mothers’ strength, in being fearless of bulls. The bull
– backed of and snorted, but Ingeborg didn´t care but kept on walking through the fenced yard. The
bull – backed of and snorted, but her psycic strength were such, the animal didn´t attack. In such a
way, Torsten treated criminals, with lessons of singing. One of them used to escape from prison in
the following way; he went on lease around the prison and further on. When out of sight he began to
run. His guards chasing him. When he had tired them, he asked to be releast (of his handcuffs?). They
had to walk back alone.
One night Torsten went across Norra Bantorget in central Stockholm. As he was about to cross, he
saw a heavy built character, approaching towards him, the opposite way “be prepared…”, Torsten
murmured to himself ‘surely it is a stiletto’.
problem?...”. “Do you see what I have in my hand?..”. “Really! Look…! – Isn´t that a – such – a – st -
sti – sti – sti – sti…letto!”. Torsten said in a very silly voice ‘senil – old – idiot – panthomin’ “Damn old
bastard…”, the shadow exclaimed and went away.
“I need money”. A voice from a dark shadow in the darkness of night. “Isn´t that your
“You see he couldn´t attack a defenseless…”
His mother when he still was a youth – sitting under a kitchen table, cutting cows and
sheep from newspaper as siluetts in his own design. There was announced; the most life dangerous
intern in Östersund (Norrland/Jämtland) had escaped from the prison. He was a life danger! It was
claimed.
“Is someone there?”. “Yes”, came an answer – it was – the life dangerous murderer,
“I do not permit you to be running like this out in the night. Harken! You enter, and we will have a
cup of tea and a chat”
mother…”Shouldn´t we call the police, so they can shelter you, it´s a cold night”. ‘My mother was
very firm you see; but, she never betrayed anyone.’
Stockholm – whose artistic leader he were for several years, one autumn evening – he was attacked
by criminals, wanting to penetrate the building –
His mother – sailed out in to the stair well and exclaimed in the darkness penetratingly
Soon – the life dangerous intern became, like a baby in the lap of his
Torsten always practiced theatre in real life. As he was coming out of Dramaten in
“We hit you down, old bastard!”
But – Torsten – wouldn´t permit them to get inside. He – had practiced some falling
situations – already in Calle Flygares Theaterschool. As they hit him – he fell without hurting himself,
by this surprising the burglery – robbers – who, must have thougth he had past out. Unluckely – this
didn´t work with the “healthcare” – who gave him a shot – ‘swine – flou – vaccination’ – without his
outright consent – and – he developed a weakness which made the skincancer spread more rapidly.
friend - and, read some poems. In the night – he past on – to heaven hopefully…
tuberculosis,
He often – felt his presence, and longed to die – so he could meet him again in person…
He should have become 88 in 11th
He spoke much about Ottar, his best friend in his youth – who – had died out of
march 2010 – but – the 6th
As young a gang of boys approached him violently
“To see a gay motherfucker like you!”.
“Think of me…I have to look myself in the mirror everyday…”.
The leader of the gang – said something so stupid – Torsten never remembered the
thing. This made the whole gang laugh -
“Since that day he was one of my best friends…”
Torstens’ sadness about his leaning towards homofili, sometimes impressed in him
such a depressed state – he wanted to jump out of his own window. But – the thought of his pupils
climbing the five flights – to his attic appartment with view over the woods of Nacka, on Ringvägen
163 – always cheered him up.
expression.
homosexuality to anyone, as far as I know. But – always warned against perversion of intrinsic
nature. He had tried it with woman – but he wanted a man – not only to have sex with, this he could
do in two minutes in the toilet (en la toilette), but – to speak with – to enfold – to love…really love...
may Allah grant him forgiveness of his sins, in this world – and grant him Paradise –
He spoke very pleasantly about so called idiots, which lacked the refinery of
He was a supporter of theirs’, almost everyone loved him, and he never preached
Aamin…
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