Form, von Materie getrennt

Die Form ist in Zukunft von der Materie getrennt. In der Tat ist die Materie in sichtbaren Gegenständen nicht mehr von großem Nutzen, ausgenommen sie dient als Vorlage, nach der die Form gebildet wird. Man gebe uns ein paar Negative eines sehenswerten Gegenstandes, aus verschiedenen Perspektiven aufgenommen – mehr brauchen wir nicht. Man reiße dann das Objekt ab oder zünde es an, wenn man will. 

–Oliver Wendel-Holmes

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Blackened Water

Through these city nightmares you’d walk with me
And we’d talk of it with idealistic assurance
That it wouldn’t tear us apart
We’d keep our heads above the blackened water
But there’s no room for ideals in this mechanical place
And you’re gone now

Through a grimy window that I can’t keep clean
Through billowing smoke that’s swallowed the sun
You’re nowhere to be seen

Do you think our desires still burn
I guess it was desires that tore us apart
There has to be passion
A passion for living, surviving
And that means detachment
Everybody has a weapon to fight you with
To beat you with when you are down
There were too many defences between us

Doubting all the time
Fearing all the time
Doubting all the time
Fearing all the time
That like these urban nightmares
We’d blacken each other skies

When we passed the subways we tried to ignore our fate there
Of written threats on endless walls
Unjustified crimes carried in stifled calls
Would you walk with me now through this pouring rain
It used to mingle with our tears then dry the hopes that we left behind
It rains even harder now

— Anne Clark, Our Darkness

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