, Earlier, when I last saw Malte, for the last time the brain and the veins full of red wine and beer, I said a sentence to him, always, in consciousness, that it's my last sentence for him. In front of the coffee bar Mocha, at four at night, am Thuner Schlo ...
History lesson for children
About 150 Years ago, two vain badges attacked each other, around as they said, To become brothers, honored as enemies. It was at a time, in which countries were divided up and stole for the game. Frankreich war damals schon gross, Prussia there, ...
Kam herein
Schritte hinter meiner Tür. Tell me, when is a coming. And when to go. I'm so in love with faces. I can see that in my steps: one is on the go, one is dragging himself. (that's the, that comes from the cleaning company) And a ...
ME-Diary: proper foray with proper ABC
I was interested in occupations, in which I felt an immediate energizing effect on the organism. . In school, this need was partially covered by singing and gymnastics. Perhaps also through essay. Aber ehe ...
No roof here, no floor there
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 ...
Fly self accident
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 ...
Korrespondenz Antonin Artauds mit Jacques Rivière 1923/24
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: ...
Diary, 9.6.
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 ...
Diary, 8.6.
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 ...