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Fly self accident

July 26, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with No Comment Uncategorized

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 ...

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Korrespondenz Antonin Artauds mit Jacques Rivière 1923/24

July 17, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with 2 Comments Uncategorized

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: ...

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Diary, 9.6.

June 9, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with 4 Comments Uncategorized

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 ...

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Diary, 8.6.

June 7, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with 2 Comments Uncategorized

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 ...

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the good psychologist

June 3, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with No Comment Uncategorized

  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 ...

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lovesick box

May 30, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with 3 Comments Uncategorized

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 ...

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diary, 19.5.

May 19, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with 2 Comments Uncategorized

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 ...

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Diary_10.4.2020

April 10, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with 6 Comments Uncategorized

When we don't live our lives, what life do we live then? This is not my life, just a strange hose, who tosses with me in no direction. I mean: the, that I helped shape, the, that I wanted to give back to myself, w ...

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Guesswork

April 2, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with No Comment Shard of minutes

Guesswork. These strange sounds, that rushed out of my throat, just, because someone visited me once. Of, for example, you had just come, shoed in loudly rumbling from outside: I was already giving off too much air! Hyperventilierte! Hab einen Zwi ...

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Visualize our toes

April 2, 2020
by Marion Jeanne Suter marionroad with No Comment Uncategorized

Visualize our toes (Physically posthumous) God and I were seriously ill. Betroffen waren unsere Mitten, We both would have needed the drip. But the world didn't care about us. God has had bad cards in the world for a long time, um me ...

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