All posts by : Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad

I had a long black coat. With it I stepped again and again against elongated black clouds. One day my coat turned into a cloud coat. Schwarz, lang und ach so schwer trug ich ihn auf den Dachboden und legte ihn dort ü ...

Grope in the dark. Light the flame, a thousand and one handles: Just be amazed. Cotton swab to light, and an eye in the light barge.   Then black. Fly, you're too close, of this life-size ball of fire, in e ...

At the heart of surrealism 1999 (at the latest when I was captured by my mind) las ich die Briefe / Prosa Antonin Artauds an Jacques Rivière. I also find it scarce 20 Years later it's still terrific. Extracts: ...

In this final silence, images move closer to me. On a timeline, which is no longer true, in wild confusion. Since around 5 Years ago I stopped, to process. The metabolism of that, what i experience, emotional, mental etc ...

Winter evening in June. So finally still, that I hear the ticking of the old cuckoo clock on my grandfather's neck. At two o'clock, at four o'clock, at nine o'clock the grandmother went into the kitchen and put the water on, presented six ornate cafes ...

  When I became a psychologist, I said to my client: have to clench your teeth firmly, so, as if you didn't have any. But I didn't become a psychologist, but first a head painter, then teacher and sweetheart from my heads, dann Lä ...

And now my body can feel, how time stands still. Or the other way around: there is only time left, noticeable, a heavy boggy mass, Clay, maybe, that reaches up to my neck, while I take one step in front of the other, w ...

for this and that reason I think again a little bit about the depression. Does it exist or does it not exist? I am inconclusive, but I tend to say, that depression doesn't exist, but a psychohygienic invention ...