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… Continue reading Everything Is Broken
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.
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… Continue reading Useless Landscape
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… Continue reading Protection
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… Continue reading Pulp Fiction
herein lie my bones enshrined and with them lies my shadow. may the devil guard my rest from: Photograph your shadow without photographing a shadow
as I passed by his house, the Buddha glanced cursorily at my shadow. the Buddha holds the whole world in his head and so he held my shadow. but here we look into the Buddha’s head: It is empty and so is the world. from: Photograph your shadow without photographing a shadow
The Eye took on hard look at my shadow and only faint ripples were moving across its surface and even these were gone after a while and all lay still and dark, like nothing ever had happened. from: Photograph your shadow without photographing a shadow