@ 14. Apr. 2009. – 23:56:56
in the indent of her pulse
were flashes of inspiration
a quiet thump
of soft matresses
flung on the floor
tap tapping
into darkness
we spoke
as if words were animals
baying in the red dusk
their eyelids droop and wane like suns
and small things
is what we were there
as each short sleep
dissolved another layer
like honey on ricepaper
we awoke relieved, younger
closer to childhood
hid under a table
whispering childish things
@ 14. Apr. 2009. – 14:54:41
up to the present
my idea
in collaboration with myself
has been to get off the gold standard of literature
my idea briefly
has been to present a ressurection of the emotions
to depict the conduct of a human being in the stratosphere of ideas
that is
in the grip of delirium
to paint a presocratic being
a creature part goat part titan
in short
to erect a world on the basis of the OMPHALOS
not an abstract idea nailed to a cross
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