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listening to Brian Chase CD at Secret Robot (2012)

Gezitter
hüpfend
auf der Saite
gezittert
fallen lassen
erschaudern
den Rücken hinunter
das Geriesel
zu ernst genommen
mich selbst
mein eigenes Sein
kratzen
bis zum Unwohl Sein
durchdringend
in den Raum starren
die Hitze des Eises
die Fläche ist unendlich
erleichternd
hämmern
die Zerstörung zerstören
zerfetzen
blindlings sehen
der Kanal
die Glocken in Soglio
die Schafe auf dem Platz
schleifen
die zweite Seite
der Zug fährt vorbei
vorübergegangen
zwischen den Sprachen
leben
das Leben
dazwischen
in der Ecke
nebeneinander
verführend

singing rocks
floating beyond
the black cat
nameless cat
sometimes just nameless
without name
wondering
through the sounds
beating
scratching
into the softness of the wall
the echo before the sound
irreversible
wondering sounds hidden
on the surface beneath
the depth is shallow
shattering glass
shards bring luck
untranslatable
the possibility
flying in the water
swimming in the sky
you do
nameless being
we are
needless to say
the water is running
I should
no 
I will
did I miss something
a different meaning
just words
over and over
again and again
they listen
out of context
many ways to say this
drones and dreams
what do they have in common?
Gezwitscher
listening words
an embrace
words are words and not words
how do I know what they mean?
the water is running 
not
surrounded
fascinating
it is
the human 
being loud
delicately
putting out and taking back
everything is relative
irritability
a journey
writing the written
my freedom
creating words
not name
nameless cat
sometimes just nameless
crossing out
the thought
we are there

 

little friends (2008)

my feet
like two little friends
they feel
I feel
I feel them
like two little friends
they are there
I can count on them
they know the floor
the earth
they feel
I tell my lover
'even my little toe
wants you
wants all of you
my little toe'
i spread my toes
my little toe far
away from my big toe
they grab like claws
little strong claws
they feel every movement
from my ancle, from my shin
from my knee, from my thigh
from my tailbone, from my pelvis
my little toe feels the movement
from my belly, from my back
from my heart, from my shoulders
from my arms, from my fingers
from my neck, from my head
my little toe feels it
the movement, every movement
of my body
my feet are like two little friends
they point, they flex, they twist
they dance, they walk, they run
they stamp, they make love
they are tender
they are happy
they are angry
they love
my two feet are like two little friends
strong and clear
sensitive
they know what they want
my little toe far away from the big one
separated by the other three in between
my feet are good friends
I tell my lover
'even my little toe wants you -
and you again'

 

while waiting for the others at Natori (2012)

where
we are join there
subtlety
in our voices
words form beyond
themselves
into mountains
into valleys
into hills and lakes and gletschers
into a waterfall
words transform, destruct, construct
freely
the freedom of not knowing
and knowing at the same time
feeling them
more then knowing
how do you feel a word
beyond words
not to explain
a ruin is
becomes
from something that lived
was alive
a ruin
so many shapes
a ruin of a word
maybe?
a turtle
chopsticks
eat
words to eat
words to pick
eaten before tasted
who goes where
who knows
taking responsibility for our dreams

 

sitting in Tompkins Square Park: (2012)

die Sonne über mir
der weite Himmel
die Frau
der Acker
sie lieben sich
who knows
beyond all this
the sky
endless within no time
fractal
a puncture undulates
the weaving of being
beyond
the deconstruction
collapses
in itself
selfless time
needless to say
an ant is crawling up my arm
the grass is green
where does it come from?
endless
measuring the time
without end nor beginning
playful
it is about physics
the opposites hold each other
far beyond
what it is
timeless being
it is
you were a king
you are?
I a bird
flying high
falling down
floating soaring
feeling the wings
the homeless rest
the city
Urbanus
being
where we were
where we are

 

during a talk at the Storefront of Art and Architecture (2012)

Utopia
das Feld
formal
how to learn to read images
missing studies
the book
it is
today
the book
the onlooker
to investigate
the ruin
der Ursprung
the machine of the space
megastructures
machine
in order to
mentioning
a transformation in itself
a modern ruin
close to our time
preservation
to let go even further
dichotomy
die Nostalgie
intention
the shore
ghost time
abandoned
disappeared
invisible
ignore
the language
poetry
Sinnlichkeit
the seriality makes it an image
the existence
each one is more then one
a face that is not a face
the question
reconstruct
decontextualize
the image of ruin
incapacity
the ruin of ruin
images
emerging
left alone to age
to be in the photo
the threshold
death and mourning
a honk
Cypress
architecture
a network
embodies
time
the echo
the relationship
in between
decay
before
simplicity
allow to be what it is
coincide with itself
the ruin falls into place
rise to be a ruin
the ruin of experience
irreversible
vanished
never just one
empty
investigation
devoid
bare within it
tangentiential

 

A fish taken out of the water. And he starts to dance. The fish dance. He jumps and turns and flips around. Is he desperate or happy? He finds back to the water and is quietly swimming. Swimming through the days and months and years. No more dance. And he looks back to the time outside his home, when he was dancing, happy and desperate at the same time. Not knowing what is happening, not knowing if he will survive - just dancing his fish dance.