Somehow, I know, there are a lot of lies. And it used to scream, yell with urgency into my ears.
But as I grow older, it just grows more and more silent. Now and then a whisper, almost faded away, drifts by my ears. I stopped listening to the words. But it is not resignation, more a sort of convenient move.

R.M. Parkner, Garden City

Without..

Would there just be the unbearable, terrible silence of noise in the world, without the music?
Isn´t the noise we surround ourselves with willingly, in the end nothing but a try of escape for up to a few minutes. repeat, again, again and again? What is leading this everforward push for escapism? Are we cowards before our own hearts?
I can only remember the slight echo of what was music in the Garden. It is gone, it has left me behind, struggling, as I woke. It is I who left it behind. I only know, it must have been the sweetest sound that ever drifted to my ears, but also, I am not quite certain anymore.



Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden And Why I Came Back

in the letter from s.

Im Deutschen sagt man ja so sprichwoertlich: "Da gibts nichts zu lachen!", aber mir hat das nie geholfen mit dem Lachen aufzuhoeren und mit dem Weinen anzufangen und ich wuerd mich gerne mal aussprechen mit den grossen Sprichwortautoren und denen was an die Loeffel geben fuer so neunmalkluges Zeug.
s.

in a letter from s.

"Where he goes after that is not important. For we must remember that all this took place thirty years ago, back in the days of our earliest childhood. Anything is possible, therefore.
I myself prefer to think that he went far away, boarding a train that morning and going out west to start a new life. It is even possible that AMERICA was not the end of it. In my secret dreams, I like to think of Blue booking passage on some ship and sailing to China. Let it be China, then, and we´ll leave it at that. For now is the moment that Blue stands up from his chair, puts on his hat, and walks through the door. And from this moment on, we know nothing.

thief turned out to be a wild boar

A young wild boar had entered a family-home through an open door, wandering through the bathroom and other rooms till coming to a halt in the office, where it went on a rampage , destroying things worth about two thousand euro. when found by the alerted family, the boar was sitting on the desk, on top of a notebook, gazing dreamily out the window.

TICKEN

Auf Kampnagel, 24.3.1o-28.3.10

the picture-reel stopped working

I went..

I went to the Garden of Love
And saw what I had never seen
A chapel was built in the midst
Where I used to play on the green
And the gates of this chapel were shut
And "Thou Shalt Not" writ over the door
So I turned to the Garden of Love
That so many sweet flowers bore
And I saw that it was filled with graves
And tombstones where flowers should be
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds
And binding with briars, my joys and desires


William Blake

Niemand

Niemand ist für einen anderen bestimmt. Nicht nur, weil es keine Vorsehung und auch sonst niemanden gibt, der das arrangieren könnte. Nein: weil es zwischen Menschen einfach keine Zwangsläufigkeit gibt, die über zufällige Bedürfnisse und die gewaltige Macht der Gewöhnung hinausginge.


Pascal Mercier, Nachtzug nach Lissabon

If I was..

If I was crying
in the van
with my friend
It was for freedom
from myself
and from the land
I made a lot of mistakes

Sufjan Stevens, Chicago

Whassa missin´, dude.
I likesa very nice spo´ta live in.
Ma famaly `n ev`ryone there.
Ain´t no one feel no problems no more, man.
You believe, fools?
You believe in `em shit-talkers?
I gotta go back, leave `em behind, yo.
Forever, I swear on ma little momma.
But, thingis, we fucked it up. We fucked it real good, I say, but no more I say.
You will see, whens you goe there. You see.

Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden And Why I Came Back

.....the way...

I can´t go on.
I must go on.
I´ll go on.

..A sound promise..

On the long road, I finally submitted, I gave in and came back. Back to life, in a way, but also at the same time very near to a death, not as we know of it, though, indeed, we do know only very little.
Aside from various not very specific reports from people, who turned their lifes around, after having so-called near-death experiences. A weak heart is a weak heart and will stay a weak heart, is what I can say. Is all I can say.
But anyway, I came back, only in a different way. Steering the vehicle through hills and all, I had very distinguished notions of what was to come.
I saw green gardens and blue rivers, my hands deep in dirt-soil. And weeks of leisure.
I was not opinionated anymore, everything a distant past.
Nothing was very important there. Everything did not hurt anymore. I was able to breathe. I felt contented. But in the Gardens, we were supposed to fail ourselves, I can´t mention right now, what had happened there. But, so, I left. I came back, on the long road.
And when I woke, I found her, rummaging through her purse, she, posed on the passenger-seat, looking for her lipstick, not had she listened to a single word, that I had thought.

Robert Mel Parkner, The Garden And Why I Came Back

.., so, can it happen for me?

I see the people working and see it working for them,
And so I want to join in, but then I find it hurts me.
Some say that knowledge is something sat in your lap
Some say that knowledge is something that you never have
I see the people happy, so can it happen for me?

..cinema..

My, oh my.

My heart is a prisoner to my lips.


dead man´s bones, track eleven: werewolf heart.

the end is, has been and will always be here. bon voyage.

Et in Arcadia ego

Dialog.1.0

Bokushingu ga jouzu desu ne.
Sugoi idesu ne.
Supotsu ga suki deshou.
Ee, daisuki desu.
Hee? Sonna koto arimasen yo!
Garufurendo ga imasu ka.
Betsu ni imasen ga.
Tokorode, keitai denwa wa arimasu ka.




You are very good at boxing!
That is amazing!
You like sports, what?
Yes, very much.
What?! That seems absurd!
Do you have a girlfriend?
Not quite.
By the way, do you own a mobile?


from PONS Power-Japanese