(Text, 2019, spokenMe: 29.7.21)
A toast to Bern
I am disposing of my toaster. It's old and sticky. And always had a mistake: Just didn't chop up the slices. Toasted them, until they were all black. (Problem with the thermostat?) War daher auf Nimmerwiedersehen schon im Keller. M ...
3004_Diary_ to “Belief” __and to fade the tracks
I had twenty years, this novel (Belief) to write. I think: yet: twenty years is enough, for whatever. A human, given twenty years, he can do something! I do not want to say, dass der Br ...
From Agadir to Dakkar ( a Google Earth trip)
:or MJS, der virtuelle Reiseführer Von Agadir nach Dakkar (Google Earth trip to Al Jazeera) MJS-Property, the virtual Globetrotter Hinter mir die Stadt, Skyscrapers like mountains, jagged white, von schwarzen Löche ...
Summer break. I have to go to the channel “clean”. I have to develop. If i can. Because cellularly I stand still.
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 ...
