From Chaos

Hölle,
Herne-Crange, August2018

“Why is form beautiful?  Because, I think, it helps us confront our worst fear, the suspicion that life may be chaos and that therefore, our suffering is without meaning.”

— Robert Adams

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Everything Is Broken

Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads
People sleeping in broken beds
Ain’t no use jiving, ain’t no use joking
Everything is broken

Broken bottles, broken plates
Broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts
Streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken

Seem like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground

Broken cutters, broken saws
Broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like you’re choking
Everything is broken

Every time you leave and go off someplace
Things fall to pieces in my face

Broken hands on broken ploughs
Broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools
People bending broken rules
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking
Everything is broken

— Bob Dylan, Everything Is Broken

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Useless Landscape II

 

That place next to the motorway: A piece of nature nobody cares looking at. Utilitarian nevertheless: A path runs through it to take you away from it. The houses in the distance – though it’s not far, no one really cares to go here. Oppressed by low hanging clouds.

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Useless Landscape

 

Landscape as in: a place for recreation, a place to enjoy the beauty of nature, a place to exploit, a place to make room for civilization, a place that is defined only in relation to the people inhabiting it or preventing it from being inhabited; and in contrast to this: The Useless Landscape: The piece of land left out in urbanisation, that place that has been given up and slowly being reclaimed by nature; that place that is merely distance, something we pass through on our way to where we actually want to go; that landfill with unclear ownership, that piece of wood that is barely cared for… that landscape that is useless.

 

 

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Protection

Protection,
Berlin, July 2019

 

This girl I know needs some shelter
She don’t believe anyone can help her
She’s doing so much harm
Doing so much damage

But you don’t want to get involved
You tell her she can manage
And you can’t change the way she feels
But you could put your arms around her

I know you want to live yourself
But could you forgive yourself
If you left her just the way you found her

I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection
I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection

You’re a boy and I’m a girl
But you know you can lean on me
And I don’t have no fear
I’ll take on any man here
Who says that’s not the way it should be

I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection
I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection

She’s a girl and you’re a boy
Sometimes you look so small, you look so small
I’ve got a baby of your own
When your baby’s grown, she’ll be the one
To catch you when you fall

I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection
I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection

You’re a girl and I’m a boy
You’re a girl and I’m a boy yeah
You’re a girl and I’m a boy
You’re a girl and I’m a boy hey

Sometimes you look so small, you need some shelter
Just runnin’ round and round, helter skelter
And I’ve leaned on me for years now you can lean on me
And that’s more than love, that’s the way it should be
Now I can’t change the way you think

But I can put my arms around you
That’s just part of the deal
That’s the way I feel
I put my arms around you

I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection
I stand in front of you
I’ll take the force of the blow, protection

You’re a boy and I’m a girl
You’re a boy and I’m a girl, hey
You’re a boy and I’m a girl
You’re a boy and I’m a girl, yeah

 

— Massive Attack: Protection

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Pulp Fiction

Paris, May 2016

 

the priestess said:

“when the shadow of the cursed falls on the fetish,

it becomes infinitely more powerful.

It is when its submerged in the dark imprint

of the cursed, the fetish can reach deep

into the soul of its victim.

From here it tears off a part of his shadow

and thereby forms a connection with the cursed

that can not be broken.

 

from: Photograph your shadow without photographing a shadow

 

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