In a state of complete loss of consciousness, I could watch, how someone stretched out his arm several times towards a complete stranger; I. A voice called, I heard it: "Give me your hand, please ... please ... give me your hand .... please ...! ...
Early diaries, 2004
6.9.2004 Blue Coast. Saw the sea. Its noise; a dark tone, like artillery, which bursts on the rock. It was so wild, far out, maybe even between Tunis and Marseille storms. Wind, der die Wellen bis an unsere kle ...
Early diarys, 2004
26.7.2004 The little Iraqi girl plays hairdresser for my hair. A mysterious sermon flits over her lips. Your little world. Your huge little world, spun in my hair. (Get a taste of the Tscharnergut in the day care center)
Early diarys, Olympiastadion Berlin, 1998
Olympiastadion Berlin, 1998 Shadow falls on the stairs, which border on the sky. The places, brown plastic benches, die von weiten wirken wie in die Luft gebaute Springhürden oder rostige Haarnadeln, they are evacuated. It's Sunday. There is a, ...
Words, Poem by Silvia Plath
by Sylvia Plath: Axes after whose stroke the wood rings, and the Echoes! Echoes, travelling from centre like horses. The sap wells like tears, like the water striving to re-establish its mirror over the rock. The drops and turn ...
Early Diaries or the Anti-Bridget Diaries, 1996 im Beaurivage
Beaurivage, Thun, 1996 8.12.1996 Write on these trips. The days spent in the lightless. Drive out into the nights; the lights have already closed. So I drive from the lightless day into the closed rooms of the night. Und w ...
a faulty course, Beginning, 2019
Shortly before my thirty-ninth birthday, I was overcome by such a paradoxical, unfounded fear, that I wish, to go crazy. I didn't mean to be moronic, But if I was mad enough, I might be able to, ...
2.30 AM (before noon)
A resinous squeak as always at this time. The first roller shutter goes up. shift work, maybe. At the same time someone opens the hot water tap upstairs, a night bath for day trippers, lucky two. Als Kinder haben wir uns in der Wanne als S ...
Diary: Desires are desired
As long as I wasn't serious about writing, I thought writing was a great thing. The more seriously I was writing, and therefore the better I wanted to get at it (for me and by my standards), the more uncomfortable it has become for me, this ...
Send me nudity
Momo is writing to me. My chat is full of little messages from Momo. 26 year old and in the nursing home, Parents who don't believe him. Momo doesn't just chat with me. He chats with everyone. Collects the most beautiful young women on the Net. Momo würde all d ...