Having delighted us with his impressive performances at the Poetry International Festival in 2015, Norwegian poet Nils Christian Moe-Repstad will be joining us in Rotterdam again this year.  His poetry seems all-encompassing, like an encyclopaedia, or the whole of Wikipedia. Yet all the entries appear to have been shuffled, creating unusual but fascinating connections. The body plays a key role in his work. In his reflections on reality, from the microscopically small to the cosmically huge, the body is always the point from which he directs his gaze, and to which thoughts and ideas are tied. It seems only logical that the body should play such a key role in Moe-Repstad’s work, if we consider the fact that he broke his neck in a diving accident at the age of 19. While this personal disaster could only be sensed somewhere in the background in previous books, like 19 forgiftninger ('19 Poisonings'), in Wunderkammer, published in 2016, he bluntly and frankly highlights the paralysing consequences of his accident, with no bitterness and no reservations: ‘the world is unmoving and I move it with my head, like a footballer.’