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, die das End ...
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, because ...
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: 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, Last ...
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. The wavy one ...
Early diaries, 2002, the meni
9.2.2002 Russian party at Gaby's. So many men, as I see in a year. In the dim light of the roof deck, family. Russian band, sentimental, melancholy. The Russian men dark, auratic. Gabie's attachment: Coach jackets students, lust ...
Early diaries, 2000
10.11.2000 A life dedicated to inner movement must end in self-abandonment or the madhouse. And yet I am a minimalist, just euphorize myself. One sentence, that gets me excited, because he might have touched my nerve ...
Early diaries, 1999, Ryfflihof
18.4.1999 Ryfflihof. I'm here. A human, a saleswoman, no idea. I have a card number, belong to the world again, do a service. I have a face? I have eyes? Nobody saw me. Should I be happy about it? I ...
Memory: Gate to the Emmental
In October before 30 Years ago I was in the potato field with Clara. The field was on the slope, steeply below the farmhouse, where Clara lived with her parents and four brothers. Claras Bruder Johann trug einen blauen Overall und ging schon mal mit dem Tra ...
Diary, 29.10.2020 (with a scene “the Piano”)
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 ...! ...