4.3.2013 This year clouds have risen over the Gomsertal. They hang black-blue over the old brown snow. The trees on the slopes are skeletal. Only the donkeys behind the rotten wooden bars are splendid to look at and squint around the G ...
to clean up
One night I got up and made the river flow, without water, rubbed stones together, until they glowed, without starting a fire. I filled my travel boxes with air and lit the hut with the passion of my breath, aber s ...
Visualization: over the sea of fog
I'm over the sea of fog. To assess the situation. Stand flawlessly in one spot, than myself. Inhaliere saumloses Blau, so, look- I breathe in and not out. I think: you never let yourself go. Maybe ...
I want to emigrate to Bauchstern
I want to emigrate to Bauchstern, Lichterort, where they go, when they get small. As bright as only the night can be. Sick, Cripples and farewells throw their candlesticks into it, unlucky star followed blindly. Expanse, that one ...
Retro: Diary 2003 (2)
29.6.2003 Dear Mr. W. Have I already told you about my "Wehrmacht" booklet?? It hangs over my bed and I put the boys there, with whom I somehow get into a kind of exchange. It's a pretty empty book, ...
Prose_Retro: The business. I'm too much of a stalk for the First League (Fragment 2009)
VBefore me, Bahnhofstrasse is already quite deserted and disembowelled in the pale yellow light of the street lamps. I stop and read under the shelter of the Dürr cigars: “The special tobacco blend and that cultivated especially for Davidoff in Ecuador, Darker wrapper leaves ripened in the sun give these cigars a flavor full of character. ”Dürr's cigars are wrapped in mother-of-pearl foil and lean against finely carved wooden boxes. ...
Retro: Marbach fragments (from the insatiable, 2, 2002)
2001/2002 I was in Marbach for three months, because I slipped into a weird crisis: I no longer made love to my doc and lifesaver with my body, I was suddenly separated from him and fallen out of the wholeness of our connection. ...
Retro: Mid season (from the insatiable 1, 2002)
Mid season (from the insatiable) At twenty-six, im November war’s, I felt suddenly, that I didn't love Doc anymore. We stood at the bus stop in the suburbs and waited for the bus, That should bring us back. Autos, ...
14.11.2020 #pwME
I don't see any way out. During the day I can no longer move because of weakness and nausea. My relatives "frolics" me, because they are helpless themselves, accuse me, to reject them. My doctor sees me in psycho rehab, gave him the Me 3 times ...
Early diaries, 2003, the Jungfraujoch-Guy
7.3.2003 Smaller, rabiater, not too sensitive volcano, this american-guy. It was a spring day with a hair dryer and fibrous clouds. The birds fluttered overhead in droves, while we were skating- it was nice. Die we ...