The last chapter of mine "Belief" showed me again, how tricky it is, To write prose in pain and sentimentality. I'll take the chapter "the third novel" out of my "Belief" out. Ich mache einen Entwicklungsschr ...
Host Tree (an old song)
I fight! All clear: just for my little climax. But clouds are faster than me. Where are you now, my golden thread? Am I colliding with the present?, when I fight like that? Don't ask. Read it in its tremors: ...
BBC-News with Meerkulisse
I am the sea. Wild and untamed. My message is: Incomprehensible! A desperate father sinks his daughter inside me, or drive a boy tied to PET bottles on me; during yachts and jaunts romp on me --- ...
Note for dad from a loser (that dad will never read)
You're crumbling, father. I feel sad. ---- But you led me by the rope. The mountains were too high. Too far on foot. I got sick from these peaks. ---- And now. Look over us, you and me. Stupid, dass ich dir nie ...
3004_to “quarantine”, about Catherine from Zolas “Germinal” as well as the “Zauberberg” and the “book” From God
I need that certain something, to be able to write. I need it: to get into an exalted mood, an excitement! But I am so tired from the constant physical convulsions. High blood pressure when straightening the body. Auspressen der G ...
3004_Diary_I am almost only asleep
Now I am jealous of myself, when I was just getting better and before I realized, that these days "canceled" and something new has started: I almost only sleep now. To see, as my physical resistances dwindle, ängstigt ...
3004_Fash-ion_Sheep
The sheep are ringing and ringing half the night four meters from my bed over the road in the meadow. I like that very much, these newcomers! Definitely make Ghost City a few degrees warmer. Firm and rough, leicht fett fühlt sich s ...
3004_6AM___Fash-ion
Currently I'm still wearing the light gray jeans. In addition the gray-brown sweater from yesterday (who now has two ladder stitches from Hopfi). I wear small ones on my ears, red gold, fine causual hoop earrings. I don't wear socks. Auf den Lippen trag ...
3004_To write prose_quarantine (prov. title)
So it is like that, that I want to write out of the text, quasi expanding from the inside to the outside. Paint a flower, which erodes. Don't write linearly and don't think, that I can only think linearly, when I think consciously. Nevertheless: von Inne ...