Another flower withered today Observe them falter every which way Not loved enough or yet too much Once beauty, smooth, now coarsely rough What’s dead is still, framed there and then Beheld forever by one man As that which was, which blossomed, full Mildew on leaves, o’er my eyes: wool And all senses’ remembrances are stirred By […]Read more "Withered, but remembered still"
Eine Linie ist eine Illusion. Linien werden nachträglich gezogen, Zusammenhänge im Nachhinein als offensichtlich erklärt. Im Moment aber kann es keine Linie geben, weil sowohl unklar ist, was der Ausgangspunkt ist, als wo der Fluchtpunkt verankert werden soll. Unendliche Zerrungen, wie eine Schallwelle – bloße Schwingungen, doch nie Folge eines Bleistifts und eines Lineals. Leben […]Read more "Geometrie des Unberechenbaren"
A cup of tea, warm, snug clothes, a comfy armchair. Leaves fall onto the ground. Flames blaze in the fireplace. The open window allows for a draught of cold air to pass by the scarf-covered throat and break the otherwise stifling hot atmosphere, to lend it something crisp. Chestnuts can be found almost as much on […]Read more "All is said"
Autumn has finally come. As it always does, it came unannounced with no transitional period that would have allowed for dispositions to be taken, amendments to be made. One day Summer, the next day Fall. So much as for the exterior world. Within me, however, what a firework of seasons! Summer that turned into Spring as coats […]Read more "The changing of seasons"
The foot is heavy, the rain brings out an earthy smell, vision is clear and the bitter taste of ale lingers on my tongue. So much more than tar, this pathway made of purest black leads like a neatly drawn and endless border between saturated green on the right and a greyish brown wilderness of plants […]Read more "A longing for autumnal clarity"
Summer. Sweat. A head void and filled at once. Grabbing a beer, a guitar, getting up on stage. A buzzing noise that constantly grows louder. Bobbing heads. A beam of sunlight blinding a whole city. Instead of order, chaos. In chaos, a new liberty. Always bearing in mind the rules we disassemble. Nonchalantly breaking free. […]Read more "Fading . . . Rising"
Like a bass line upon which treble layers like an antagonizing force of disruption, my calm is stirred up by the hustle outside my door. As smooth as the jazz that comes out of the dark oak radio and pervades the room, is the whisky I swivel around in my mouth. A numbness of my […]Read more "The hotel room"