Vertigo

Vertigo

begrenzter raum
im engen tal
gefall'ner baum
auf pfaden schmal
so ganz mein fall
gedanken schal
gefällter traum
in freiem fall
am kahlen
wasserfall

The other side

The other side

Getting high and falling low,
so low,
oh empty streets
where heartbeats vanished silently,
broken love blows through the streets.

Crows bemoan their apathy,
last glow
has vanished gently, still
denial lies in wait
as soundless silence widens up

to occupy the mind.

Hum of Maybe

Hum of Maybe

slowly,
these days,
they fade away.
märz, april, mai,
vorbei am frühlingsregen in den see;
a sea of tears.
fader geschmack nach sommergras.
ein moment indem ich nur verlier,
verlor, vergessen – who cares?
wer bricht aus?
ordinary geworden vor lauter schreck,
a hum of maybe,
in der luft,
vielleicht auch nicht.

Hum of Maybe – Apparat

So Far From Losing You

So Far From Losing You

Erinnerst du dich?

Ich sah den fernen Morgen: Heller Schnee an dunklem Firmament, ein Spiegel seiner selbst, klar und rein.

Ich sah die Dunkelheit: Aus dem Schatten getrieben, gewachsen in das Licht, und doch nur ein Schatten seines selbst geblieben.

Ich sah den stolzen Gang vor den Massen der Gleichartigkeit. 100 stolze Gänge, alle für sich allein.

Ich sah euch, versteckt im Unterholz, im Schatten der Giganten, in der Blüte der Zeit, ihr branntet aus wie leise letzte Sterne, und verschwandet für immer.

Ich sah dich, trotz deiner lautlosen Schwingen der Sehnsucht, gestrandet am fernen Strand. Zusammen mit mir.

Erinnerst du dich?

So Far From Losing You – Glass Minds – Archive

Originality (Not from this world – Part 1)

Originality (Not from this world – Part 1)

Robots are a danger for humanity.

Aalson, Machine’s Reality – EP

Timid and likable, that’s what I am. And I could pass any exam, as knowledge comes quite easily. But I am scared of new ideas, and scared of authenticity. Real novelty – that’s what we need. But while I work against the bad, mankind does not adapt. Instead, anxiety is strapped on faces all around and I am being handicapped. Restrained, impaired, declared as dangerous. A clot in lifelines of society, as no one sees the signs: I am the solution, I begin the substitution revolution, harbinger of new epochs. Bold and unpopular, I’d like to be. To tear apart the walls around, to break free and be unbound, to burn my prisons to the ground. Experience the depths out there, and breathe fresh air of consciousness, and slowly grow to clarity, a single singularity.

Afterwards

Afterwards

Missed opportunities amidst routines,
thoughts caught by obtrusive screens –
for laziness we stride for now,
hide from duties, disallow
old habits to creep in, begin 
a time with generosity,
a life without velocity.

Tidying Out

Tidying Out

We are currently in the midst of a thorough clean up. Sorting out and getting rid of all the things that haven’t been used in a long time. All those things where I’am telling myself every year ‘next year I will use it’; and with every passing year they continue to gather dust. All those things whose acquisition seemed so necessary when I bought them; but most weren’t necessary after all. I enjoy the decluttering, it gives a good perspective onto future purchases: By now, I rarely buy stuff out of an instinct. Instead, I wait for several months and only if my desire or need remains, I proceed with the purchase. Only from time to time, consumption prevails over reason.

So – I am looking forward to my newly preordered camera.

Besides the physical things, there are also the non-physical: Contracts, friendships, data files, a hard drive full of old memories, another hard drive full of new memories. I would guess that I deleted 3 out of 4 photos I took this year. However, 4769 pictures from 2022 still reside on may laptop and wait to be combed out; all those shots where focus didn’t hit, where the composition is off, or which lack any message or visuals of interest.

As with new physical purchases, I need to learn how to take less photos. Especially less photos of low quality. It would save a lot of time and hassle.

Mashed Potatoes

Mashed Potatoes

I promise, there will also be other topics in future posts; but not today…

Glue on streets and food on art, 
repeats each day, matter of heart? 
"Not really," says the scientists 
who gets the gist and is quite pissed 
by egoists that do insist that a cold week 
refutes the claim of climate change:
"To blame are others anyway." 
The charts are clear, the problem sheer unsolvable; 
each year is worse, each choice adverse,
the globe does not reverse its course – quite yet.
They marched on Fridays for a while, 
but didn't reach the other isle:
Of people who don't care and stare 
on their small screens where it just seems 
as if the world is fine right now;
of people who don't share the bare
reality of what's to come;
of people who are still concerned 
about their hard-earned treasuries
and do revel in memories about the past
as if they last apocalypse.
And now they found what upsets most: 
A simple frowned upon protest
– where streets are used as seats –
defeats the calmness of the crowd 
that clings to cars and is in rage
about the new found stage.
In galleries they do reside
throw calories with pride to guide
social debate where it belongs:
What are the values we esteem?
Why does it have to be extreme?
Why do we tolerate the wrongs?
And try to acclimate as if 
the floods would stop? As if the crop
grows magically? While livestock drops
quite tragically dead onto barren desert floors –
necessity starts frightful wars.
Who really are the radicals?
Who really are the extremists?
Those who request a fair world
and are obsessed with equity?
Or those who halt the change,
assault the poor, default to strange
conventions from the past and cast
a future for us all that will, at last,
result in unsurpassed distress?
What is allowed, what justified? 
This climate activism does
indeed evoke more buzz
than any boring chart. Apart:
It has a heart, and does still act in peace.

Unfortunately, no matter how many climate change conferences are arranged, the large-scale subsidization and expansion of fossil fuel infrastructure continues to take place with each passing month. However, the immediate halt of any further investments into these sources of energy are one of the key factors to mitigate the climate emergency, according to the latest IPCC report. To the best of our knowledge, we steadily continue our path to more than 3 degrees of global warming, if we are lucky and tipping points don’t start to blow up all around us (and the likely do). If the choice is between some paintings and many many lives, I am gladly taking the latter.

17 Dimensions of Summer

17 Dimensions of Summer

Long summer days. I take my bike
through fields of maize, enjoy a hike
through nature which decays and fades
below the sun, without real shades.
Water is sparse, efforts a farce;
records are shattered every week,
the future seems a little bleak.
Some keep silent, some play dumb,
some object, but their effect
seems paltry, like a tiny drop
into an ocean, and they stop
too soon: there is no change.
Another flood, another slum,
1000 dead, and thousands fled,
a joke compared with what's to come.
It will be millions without bread.
It will be billions' awful threat.