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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.