“Personally, I believe very much in values of savagery; I mean: instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.”

j. dubuffet

„Die Wahrscheinlichkeit, etwas Ungewöhnliches durch die Zeitung zu erfahren, ist weit größer als die, es zu erleben; mit anderen Worten, im Abstrakten ereignet sich heute das Wesentlichere, und das Belanglosere im Wirklichen.“

— Robert Musil, Mann ohne Eigenschaften

Mother sings a lullaby to a child
Sometime in the future the boy goes wild
I know his nerves are feeling some kind of energy

A walk in the woods and I will try
Something under the trees that made you cry
It’s so erotic when your make up runs

I got wiring loose inside my head
I got books that I never or ever read
I got secrets in my garden shed
I got a scar where all my urges bled
I got people underneath my bed
I got a place where all my dreams are dead
Swim with me into your blackest eyes

— Porcupine Tree, Blackest Eyes

Aschau, July 2015

The Single-Lens-Reflex-Camera: the mirror slaps down and the moment, when the picture is actually taken – we miss it.

SHYLOCK

To bait fish withal: if it will feed nothing else,
it will feed my revenge. He hath disgraced me, and
hindered me half a million; laughed at my losses,
mocked at my gains, scorned my nation, thwarted my
bargains, cooled my friends, heated mine
enemies; and what’s his reason? I am a Jew. Hath
not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs,
dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with
the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject
to the same diseases, healed by the same means,
warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as
a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed?
if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison
us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not
revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will
resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian,
what is his humility? Revenge. If a Christian
wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by
Christian example? Why, revenge. The villany you
teach me, I will execute, and it shall go hard but I
will better the instruction.

— William Shakespeare, The Merchant of Venice

Sex, Duisburg Marxloh, June 2017

Well, some glad morning when this life is oer,
I’ll fly away.
To a home on God’s celestial shore,
I’ll fly away.

Oh, I’ll fly away, O Glory,
I’ll fly away
When I die, Hallelujah, bye and bye,
I’ll fly away.

When the shadows of this life have gone,
I’ll fly away.
Like a bird from prison bars have flown,
I’ll fly away.

— Gospel

Duisburg-Marxloh, June 2017

I am sometimes so tired and so out of words.