Nanu, I see nothing.
Must grope through jumping tires, catacombs, eng.
But I post everywhere, get bruises.
Hallucinate tremors, like snakes,
Places dangers, made out in somewhere.
Nobody takes me for a walk on my arm.
So needy, not as chicks.
But the snow plow comes twice.
And light me with the Bethlehem star
a room. Carries out the porch with a crash,
this elephant foot, then.
Nanu, I thought, I would have locked,
I left everything wide open!
Expect (Not), that I fall softly,
(Not), I'm falling hard, directionless.
Orientate me entirely to this scratch from ice,
Windshield scraper, twice, in the morning and in the evening.
Parked in my blind zone.
This is the blind zone!
Has penetrated!
(25.1.2021)
I see you – are my picture puzzle…
And, I see you – are my companion
Of course I see you – are my mirage
You are. Even if I will never see you.
AS
But this I is not my personal I,but an extended one, respectively, one shouldn't read it as an autobiographical unconfessional.
Count me in, I no longer apply myself to myself completely.
In fact, before writing I had tied my eyes with a stocking and tried to imagine, what changes in a view of the environment, when suddenly you can't see anything. I didn't like the blindfolded footage, purely aesthetic.
But I probably should have taken the other one after all. So that no one would have seen me, as a competitor to the text.
However, this time I had planned a text to be presented and a merger.
My videos are not intended as a mere self-expression. If, then I would rather call it a deepened and expanded self-expression. With the self, I always represent something else, because pure self-expression is smooth and hard-working, to make everything visible, what is already visible. But I know, that, if any, I just draw eyes on myself, who look exactly for that, only for the simplest and most beneficial of what is visible. This is my fate. And always has been.