Eat this!

Ein Privates wird es nicht geben, solange die Verwertungsmaschinerie unsere Sehnsüchte formuliert, unsere
Ambitionen lenkt, unsere Hobbys regelt, unsere Tage und Nächte sortiert. Die Ausspähung beschädigt Menschen nicht mehr als die Halluzination, sie könnten unter dem Diktat des Marktes autonom über ihr Leben verfügen.

Konkret 12/13/K. Sokolowsky

C.

Casanova denkt nach über die Grenzen der menschlichen Vernunft. Er stellt fest, dass es zwar selten vorkomme, dass ein Mensch verrückt wird, dass aber die meiste Zeit nicht viel dazu fehlt.
Es bedarf nur einer geringfügigen Verschiebung und nichts mehr ist, wie es war.


W.G. Sebald           Schwindel. Gefühle

Leidenschaft

Denn die erste Leidenschaft des erwachsenden Menschen ist nicht die Liebe zu der einen, sondern Haß gegen alle.

Robert Musil    Die Verwirrungen des Zöglings Törless

The Silver-Tray

Lay me on what used to be
our silver-tray
I imagine your fingerprints
in the dust
on the night-stand
in lust
you always put your hand
my heart starts to sprint
while my fingers try to clutch
what might be one last strand
of your pretty hair
I guess that´s not much
this last gift so fair
not as much
as it used to be
in beauty and despair
now why is my heart so cold
so unmoved
what is this I can´t see
why not hate and love or
love and hate
why this indifference that grows
why so late in this weariness
it comes and shows
I used to look at the scratch-marks
on my back
the only thing that glows
is the warmth I carry
in my hands for you
but I´ll see
that the wind will end
and blow away
all memory

Ms Ashbury

It seems to me sometimes that we never got used to being on this earth and life is just one great, ongoing,
incomprehensible blunder.

W.G. Sebald      Die Ringe des Saturn

lead the way

legs of lead
lead the way
across the borderline
to a place with an open sky
you´ve wandered here before
but you can´t remember
with whom and when
you wish that the world
would fall silent and then
you ´d have some time to sort
through the library of things unspoken
legs of lead
lead the way
into a heart that´s grown sour
but you go on and ask yourself
will you recognize the moment
and will you be able to prevent
the big muscle and all inside
from turning bitter in the end
darkness prevails for eternity
it gives the only true embrace
that you can count on any time
you brought it here
from a place with an open sky
you ask yourself but why?
and you know the answer, son
you know it to be exact
so don´t complain
and toughen yourself
don´t you dare live in regret
live in vain, in misery or pain
but you know the answer
get cold and don´t complain
don´t think of things unsaid
because you speak no tongue
for all the foolish games
and if you did
it would all come tumbling down
so don´t start giving it names

from
R.M. Parkner   Saturn and You

mother of gloom