I wandered through a land where cats lived in the streets. 
They looked quite rough and weather-beaten. 
Except for one, beautiful and sublime she was. 
Thinking about it now she must have been a king.

There was this teacher and every time he lectured I whispered the words before he spoke them.

Still I attended his classes. Only in his presence I knew.
Perhaps one day I may whisper on my own.

I was going to have breakfast

Arranged the table cloth

Smoothing out the creases

The way you used to do

I sat down right beside me

The place you sat before

Tried to speak a blessing

Had lost the holy words

I looked at all the mercies

Couldn’t eat a piece

And when I looked beside me

And saw my empty chair

I felt that I could never

Till I sat over there

Without its eruptions the volcano could call itself a hill.

Einige treiben ab und stoßen sich, manchmal stoßen sie verwundert an mich.
Abgekämpfte Schwimmer. Sie fragen mich, was machst du, ich sage, ich stehe.
Dann und wann erhebt ein Treibender sich, in gebührendem Abstand, selten direkt neben mir.
Wir stehen nicht allein im Fluss.

Casting the dice

One day we played this game and I could make the dice throw whatever I liked.
It wasn’t loaded.
My sister got upset. She was losing.
I played this trick and it was fun. Nobody believed it anyway.
My sister knew and cried. She never liked to play with me.
I always won.

Why is it that everything depends on the perspective?
And why do I always feel that mine is an intricate one? 
I so wished sometimes I could just have yours. But then again it wouldn’t be mine. 
There are no absolutes in life. I just set my face against the wind. The direction is beyond my will.
And my sight depends on how strong the wind blows into my perspective.

The inner substance of progress is silence.

Throw yourself fetterless

get lost in deep waters

and drown.

While you sink you'll find yourself

in the embracing love of the remembering ocean.

Clear water makes us think we can see clearly. 
We tend to forget 
we are merely little drops 
in the midst of a delta’s massive influx. 
Infinity is a reflexive mirror 
veiling the misty ambiance.

On your forehead a bird in the sky.

Eventually he settles in my spine.

To fall in place things take time.

In a rush a bird flees but does not fly.

 Dein Blick in meiner Brust.

Sofort hat er sich eingenistet.

Mein Atem streift sein Gefieder.

Er duckt sich leicht und regt sich nicht,

weiß er doch, wie tief er sitzt.

Fish will come with the current.

 ... - except you fish in a pond.

Till I fly and follow

Sitting in a grid of grass bedded between flowers

orchards and rivers, islands and oceans

in the far distance unfolding magic sands

Above all 

a forbearing moon and his harem of stars

They fill my heart with light

with storm they fill my wings

till I fly and follow 

thrusting birds 

I consider you in the sands 

drawing hasty patterns

Let’s rise tonight and touch the stars

arrange the template for your drawings

they belong to all of us

are meant to come, are meant to pass

fading with strong currents  

Between me and you

All your heart and liver

only an illusion resting beside me

The radiance of your eyes buried under rivers

I cannot tell apart, which of them weigh heavy

which of them weigh light, it’s all the same to you

Looking at your skin I see it’s been deprived

burnt with marks and scars of life’s insanity

I may not believe any word you whisper

I may not have faith in anything you do

Still I care and wished you were true
without longing for promises
just catching the moment, 
a glimpse of existence 
coming alive between me and you

Living with the absurdity of existence

If mankind is Sisyphus, one better finds a way that pushing the rock itself becomes a fulfilling task. A strive for revolt, freedom and passion accompanied by integrity and authenticity are life’s true pillars so that in moments of consciously walking downhill, one can look at absurdity with a smiling serenity. I guess there’s just no other way to live with the absurdity of existence than to passionately embrace it with a revolting strive for freedom and expressing life through art, humour and a sense of enacted solidarity for all living beings. Albert Camus has a point there and I completely agree.

Weißer Elephant

Das Auge dreht sich über neonbunten Buden

Duck dich, damit es dich nicht erkennt!

Der Lauf senkt sich auf Sterne und Puppen, ein Schuss

Schon gehört der Elephant dir, Großwildjäger

Er frisst am liebsten Kandiertes, trägt am Rüssel einen roten Ballon

Wär er nicht aus Watte, er könnte auch fliegen

Nähme dich mit in sein wildes Land

Zeigte dir die Steppen und Dünen

Ihm bleibt keine Wahl, er folgt in dein Haus
Die Ecke, die du ihm gönnst -
Bald vergessen wird er ewig dort liegen.

The last months have been quite bumpy.
It's time for a break - see here.

FM Belfast.

FM Belfast / Campus Open Air Hamburg

We come from a place where we count the days until nothing.

We're running down the street in our underwear.

Oh my lord! Cause nothing ever happens here.

I think we should stop eating too much fish.