Traffic lights, jumping on red, just before the first, second and third branches. Then the shopping mile, the manor, dimmed light: im Innern schwarzer Nylonstrümpfe. A long loaf of bread from the back of the Jura, hoch am Himmel in Scheiben geschni ...
Grope in the dark. Light the flame, a thousand and one handles: Just be amazed. Cotton swab to light, and an eye in the light barge. Then black. Fly, you're too close, of this life-size ball of fire, ...
But when there was nothing left to say, I gasped for air. The rest of the time I listened to the birds. Your communication was actually a mystery to me. What can you say with a twitter? Was an Nachdruck hineinlegen in e ...
At the heart of surrealism 1999 (at the latest when I was captured by my mind) las ich die Briefe / Prosa Antonin Artauds an Jacques Rivière. I also find it scarce 20 Years later it's still terrific. Extracts: ...