https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zfCebdWCy0M
Other_ Erich Fromm_Psychoanalysis of Fascism
'Die einzigen, who still think critically, are the children, die Schlafenden und die Verrückten.' (Interview 1975)
#pwME_a small infection, who can't get out and hurts, like a big_and the summer …….weighs….. always….. Less …. or always …. heavier ……if I still knew…..
Bitte sag nie wieder zu mir, dass ich negativ bin. Wie kannst du sagen, dass ich negativ bin, wenn ich doch da bin!? Wie kannst du sagen, sei nicht immer so negativ, wo ich alles, was mit mir geschieht, annehme und damit arbeite?! Wie kannst du m ...
Andere_Roland Barthes
'La plupart du temps nous parlons sans savoir que les langages existent.' (Interviewauszüge mit Roland Barthes,1915-1980, Tissue 2015, Roland Barthes, Meister der Decheffierkunst)
Other_about Gerald in “loving women” , D.H Lawrence, 1916
'Und während die Lebenskraft des Vaters zunehmend schwand, In return, Gerald felt an increasing sense of being at his mercy. After all, his father had always embodied life for him. As long as his father lived, war Gerald ...
3004_#pwME_Cardiologist 2023 caught in hubris
lang angestanden, musste ich also auf den Hometrainer. Ich gab mein Bestes, das da war 60% Leistungseinbusse von Gesunden. Die Kardiologin, danebenstehend, informierte mich darüber, dass alte Menschen das leichte Programm, das leichteste, das sie ein ...
Diary_3004_Morning walk in a Steinbeck landscape
This morning at half past eight I went for a walk, to see everything, the dry stubble of the meadows with the bent stalks, the scrub and the few flowers, the necks of poppies and little daisies, Grasses rampant in the concrete. Sheep ...
Eclat de Minutes_ Reunion with bathing shoes
A reunion with bathing shoes, Size thirty five, painted with starfish. Sticking to the feet. Und mit der ersten Welle dringt Sand zwischen die Rillen, the suction inflates them. Suede at a sole for a reason, times cool, times muddy, S ...
me to Icarus (can't get my scooter)
lost my legs. Put them down somewhere, carried me no longer, who brought me home? days passed. Lag im Labyrinth. Was, if someone steals my legs? I have to get my legs! But found none instead ...
Dust bowl_Eclat de Prose
said: it's no man's land. And yet she was magnetically attracted. The buffalo grass grew to the horizon. Tall hair, dreamily playing with the wind. The evening sun a giant, no tree, who fences the stars. No man's land. It is ...