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26.04.2013

Kieselstein


Foto: Felix Keuck

 Von meinem Mund her stülpe ich mich nach innen. Ich ziehe die Lippen nach innen über die Zähne, ziehe und ziehe sie durch meinen Hals diesen Schlund nach unten

Meine Haut muss natürlich mit, der Rücken wandert hoch den Hinterkopf wandern die Füße hoch die Beine, falten sich meine Unterschenkel geknickt wie sich nur Unterschenkel knicken können hoch bis zum Arsch

Ich stülpe mich nach innen, stülpe immer weiter bis meine Arme nur noch Stummel sind mein ganzer Körper nur noch ein Knubbel am Boden

Ich bin blind ich bin taub meine Nase schrumpft und innen überlagert meine Haut alle Altlast, Altlast die sich an den Wänden sammelt, kondensierte Altereignisse Geschichtsspuren, Erinnerungen mit Klebestreifen

Kurz halte ich beim Stülpen inne und frage mich wieso bleiben so viel mehr von den dunklen Erinnerungen hängen? Geht das allen so? Wie funktioniert überhaupt mein Erinnerungsprogramm? Warum speichert es die eine Sache und die andere nicht? Aber ich höre schnell wieder auf zu theoretisieren und stülpe weiter

Mein Arme sind weg. Meine Beine sind weg. Meine Nase verschwunden mein Kopf halslos am Rumpf festgewachsen meine Form ähnelt der eines Blutkörperchens oder einem Flusskiesel

Nichts bleibt mehr an mir kleben. Und auch innen sind alle Wände von Haut geschützt. Ich bin in Sicherheit

Ein Künstler übermalt seine Narben. Ich denke: Stülp dich doch nach innen. Stülp dich doch nach innen

23.04.2013

Lemmings


Two crows
chasing each other
at three o'clock

Far out in the carpet sky
- piled on top of the roofy landscape
an endless repetition of greys

I listen to the silence of traffic
of computer ventilation
and of my own sneezy breath

The seconds've formed a queue
on my right shoulder
like lemmings they jump down

one after one

***

Happy Birthday Leo!

20.04.2013

Jump On This Boat!

It's considered bad manners to write about a book before you are finished reading it. But there's a but: Due to coincidence I'm reading A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole and Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra at the same time. 

They seem to share quite a deal.

And since I've laughed out loud three time before reaching page 6 in Toole's weird tale of Ignatius J. Reilly, I need to quote one of his lines (he's thirty, living with his mother):
"I dust a bit," Ignatius told the policeman. "In addition, I am at the moment writing a lengthy indictment against our century. When my brain begins to reel from my literary labors, I make an occasional cheese dip."
I am very sure that I'm going to enjoy this book.

Don Quixote was lost to me for many years. A clear victim of German class - where they seem to have taught most people NOT to read. We read the first page of the first chapter. I still remember the words - the translation, compared to the English one by John Ormsby I'm reading now must've been lousy. We had to write a content summary. I didn't only consider Don Quixote boring crap for years - I disliked content summaries for as long as I was a student as well. What a waste! 
The tale of the Spanish knight (remember: bad manners - I've hardly started reading) seems to be miraculously funny, witty, strange and deep. 

Thanks to Kevin Dorney for tipping me into his direction again. And thanks to Daniel Wouters for sending A Confederacy of Dunces by mail from Spain or Switzerland or wherever it were...


19.04.2013

Florian Illies - 1913


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Kaleidoskopartig setzt der frühere FAZ-Feuilletonist Florian Illies Zeitdokumente, biographische Schnipsel und Momentaufnahmen aus zahllosen Briefen und Tagebucheinträgen zu einem Guckloch zusammen, das den Leser mitten hineinführt in die Kunst- und Geistesszene des Jahres 1913, in dem die Weltgeschichte förmlich anzuschwillen schien, bis sie den Druck nicht mehr aushielt und Chaos sich in Wellen über das zwanzigste Jahrhundert auszubreiten begann.

Kann es wirklich sein, dass Hitler und Stalin einmal gleichzeitig im Schlosspark Schönbrunn spazieren gingen, sich vielleicht sogar grüßten, lange bevor sie zu Diktatoren wurden? Und ist Oskar Kokoschka tatsächlich ein so unglaublicher Mensch gewesen, einer, der seine Modelle bestieg, sobald es ihn überkam und einer, der seine zweite Lebenshälfte mit einer originalgetreuen Puppe von Alma Mahler teilte?

Endlich wird Rilke zu einem Menschen aus Fleisch und Blut - da hatte mir die Biographie kaum geholfen. Und Kafka erst, der König aller Zauderer! Franz Marc wird sympathischer denn je und mehr denn je wünscht man, einmal in diese Zeit hineindippen zu können, als Kunst noch Existenzkampf war, als Duchamp, dieser stille Held, kommentarlos sein erstes Ready-Made baute, als es noch Mäzene gab und als sich noch alle untereinander kannten.

Florian Illies schafft mit 1913 eine Verneigung vor den Müttern und Vätern der Moderne. Gleichzeitig behält er stets ein Zwinkern im Auge - ein Zwinken, mit dem er das menschliche Tun immer wieder herunterbricht auf die Frage: Träumst du noch - oder lebst du schon?


09.04.2013

Pillow Over Me Head


I've put a pillow over me head
feels better that way  -
it protects me
from too much noise
and it sort of slows down time

Does time run or walk?

I nick the corner of the pillow
when people look at me
their eyes telling me that I look stupid
but I'd rather keep it on my head
and pay that price

I don't know if time runs or walks
it probably can do both - like people
and sometimes I think it's gaining speed
(that's an old one, of course..)

---

My pillow and me
we went to the supermarket
a couple of days ago

I bought nuts and yoghurt
and went to the counter
where an old lady looked at me
 - she found my pillow perfectly normal
in its fluffy whiteness
and I thanked her for letting me go first
(she was reading the headlines)

I think she could've been Margaret Thatcher
or a sister of Roger Ebert
and I think she wanted a pillow too

All those people dying:
another reason
to keep mine 


05.04.2013

My Toe is Broken


I take off my left shoe
or is it the right one?

I always mix that up
pu taht xim syawla I

my big left toe is bent
way to the inside

how did that happen?
I must've stumbled

over a rock
in a dream

21.03.2013

Leo Tolstoy - Anna Karenina



Leo Tolstoy (1828-1910) published Anna Karenina in serial newspaper installments from 1873-77. Which is why some people call it a soap opera. There may be parallels, but this book is much, much larger.

Famous writers like Dostoevsky, Nabokov and Faulkner called it "flawless" and "the best ever written". It's certainly worth reading. Here's a bunch of quotations in chronological order. You can get this translation for free at www.gutenberg.org.

* * *

* Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

* Stepan Arkadyevitch liked his newspaper, as he did his cigar after dinner, for the slight fog it diffused in his brain.

* Having got rid of the staff captain's widow, Stepan Arkadyevitch took his hat and stopped to recollect whether he had forgotten anything. It appeared that he had forgotten nothing except what he wanted to forget—his wife.

* Spring is the time of plans and projects. 

* She did not give up everything she had learned, but she became aware that she had deceived herself in supposing she could be what she wanted to be.

* And Sergey Ivanovitch carried the subject into the regions of philosophical history where Konstantin Levin could not follow him, and showed him all the incorrectness of his view.  

* To sleep well one ought to work, and to enjoy oneself one ought to work too.

* But [...] in getting to know thoroughly one's wife, if one loves her, as someone has said, one gets to know all women better than if one knew thousands of them.

* You despise public official work because you want the reality to be invariably corresponding all the while with the aim—and that's not how it is.

* "But how do schools help matters?" - "They give the peasant fresh wants."

* Levin had often noticed in discussions between the most intelligent people that after enormous efforts [...] the disputants finally arrived at being aware that what they had so long been struggling to prove to one another had long ago, from the beginning of the argument, been known to both, but that they liked different things, and would not define what they liked for fear of its being attacked. 

* He soon felt that the realization of his desires gave him no more than a grain of sand out of the mountain of happiness he had expected. It showed him the mistake men make in picturing to themselves happiness as the realization of their desires.

* He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

* Altogether their honeymoon—that is to say, the month after their wedding—from which from tradition Levin expected so much, was not merely not a time of sweetness, but remained in the memories of both as the bitterest and most humiliating period in their lives. They both alike tried in later life to blot out from their memories all the monstrous, shameful incidents of that morbid period, when both were rarely in a normal frame of mind, both were rarely quite themselves. It was only in the third month of their married life, after their return from Moscow, where they had been staying for a month, that their life began to go more smoothly. 

* But it is hard for anyone who is dissatisfied not to blame someone else, and especially the person nearest of all to him, for the ground of his dissatisfaction. 

* He was sorry for her, and angry notwithstanding. He assured her of his love because he saw that this was the only means of soothing her, and he did not reproach her in words, but in his heart he reproached her. 

* Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.

* If goodness has causes, it is not goodness; if it has effects, a reward, it is not goodness either. So goodness is outside the chain of cause and effect. 

19.03.2013

Bild des Tages #50


Ich sag' mal: Frühling.

(Spring heißt Feder)

17.03.2013

12.03.2013

Cound't he? - Bild des Tages #47 reloaded

I'm a huge fan of Bill Watterson's Calvin and Hobbes. And specially of Calvin's craftmanship regarding snowmen. Here's great collection of wintery strips...

All day today snow fell in Cologne. I crossed the city by bike - I like riding across parks in the snow and I was thinking how as a child I always wished it to snow, so we could ride a sled or ... build a snowman. But it hardly ever snowed in my childhood - and if, it melted right away, which is why I'm probably among the top 100 world's lousiest snowman builders. Nothing like Calvin...

11.03.2013

Bild des Tages #48

So schön war der Himmel letzte Woche...

05.03.2013

Küsse und Hamburger

Zwei meiner Lieblingsfilme teilen sich ein ähnliches Bild: Küssen und Hamburger.

In Good Will Hunting (1997) sitzen Will (Matt Damon) und Skylar (Minnie Driver) gegen Ende ihres ersten Dates in einer winzigen Burgerschmiede am Straßenrand und essen schöne Burger. Skylar fragt, ob er für das Ende des Abends auf einen Kuss hoffen würde. Will antwortet frech (so ungefähr): "Ich hab gehofft, ich krieg die ganze Packung!" 
Weil Humor ein Hauptbindeglied zwischen den beiden ist, lachen sie erstmal gründlich. Wieder ernst geworden sagt Will, er habe auf einen Kuss gehofft. Darauf nimmt Skylar einen gründlichen Bissen und sagt: "Du kannst mich jetzt küssen." Nachdem sie fertig geküsst haben, lachen sie wieder, weil sich eine Zwiebel von Wills Burger in ihren Mund verirrt hat.

In True Romance (1993) kommt Clarence Worley (Christian Slater) mit einer Tüte voller Burger, Pommes und Cola zu seiner frisch angetrauten Ehefrau Alabama (Patricia Arquette) nach hause. Alabama war Callgirl, bevor sie Clarence kennenlernte und beide sich über einem Kung-Fu Tripple Feature Hals über Kopf ineinander verliebten.
Clarence kommt also nach hause. Er hat ihren gewalttägigen Zuhälter Drexl (Gary Oldman) erschossen. Alabama sitzt auf der Couch und sieht fern. Er lässt sich in einen Sessel fallen und packt einen Hamburger aus. Mit vollem Mund erzählt er, was er getan hat. Alabama beginnt zu weinen, worauf Clarence wütend wird und fragt, ob sie Drexl geliebt hätte. Sie lehnt sich rüber, küsst ihn sanft und sagt mit nassem Gesicht: "Das ist so romantisch!"