Sehversuche | Trying to see
2016
2014
Ein von anderen bewohntes Haus
2013
A hard time at the ticket office
Motorcycle noise in desolate China
Meine Mutter war eine Terroristin
2012
Freund, schmutziges Wort
Fighting the knot prose
From on high prose
2011
Mutters Antwort prosa
Frösche und Wasser prosa
2010
ABC des Nasenwahns prosa
2009
Ich treffe den Wiedergaenger wieder audio: Ich treffe den Wiedergaenger wieder
Schwieriger Verkauf einer Immobilie
The bright appraisers audio: The bright appraisers
2008
Großvater Paradoxon audio: Großvater Paradoxon
Harte Arbeit audio: Harte Arbeit
Feueropfer mit Führer audio: Feueropfer mit Führer
Dissociation Instructions audio: Dissociation Instructions
Weil ihr mich nicht hört, spreche ich leise audio: Weil ihr mich nicht hört, spreche ich leise
The black receiver in my grandfather's house audio: The black receiver in my grandfather's house
A child works perfectly as a mirror of lust
How can I get rid of the juice? audio: How can I get rid of the juice?
2007
Grandmother, mother and I audio: Grandmother, mother and I
The drivelling dead audio: The drivelling dead
Die Löschung audio: Die Löschung
Voyage to the moon in three parts
The lying fly audio: The lying fly
2006 - 2005
Mother and son audio: Mother and son
Betrayer, my opposite number audio: Betrayer, my opposite number
Die ungeahnte Schwierigkeit sprechen zu lernen
Nightmare instructions audio: Nightmare instructions
2003 -2000
Das Außerirdische tötet prosa
Eine Blumentopfbesatzung trifft auf Mars den .... sprechenden Bären prosa
kellnerinnen prosa
der rennleiter erkrankt prosa
1999
Stop moving and I will consider you dead prose
weichtiere auf der rennbahn prosa
Die Bewegung von Ich zu Ich ist unmöglich
Identitäten audio: Identitäten
1998
Hure identifiziert audio: Hure identifiziert
1997 - 95
der Stachel audio: der Stachel
Männer und Enten prosa
Nightmare Instructions Bicycle, horse, rocket, tree. Beware fascination. He is the machine. Grammophone, auto, printer, elevator, meat. Lid, purse, telephone. Empty house. Young man. Little lamb. Bumpy ride on the stairs, to work, to school! Good whore, small toilet, fearing the examination. I read, write, eat illegally manuscript, book, the number three. Silver, black, yellow, orange, green, red. Cock and balls on the menu of acts. Scratches in blue, I fear for my things. Pacing, cycling, prisoner on map, hilly body. Single file, him behind, moving periodically, thumping stimulation. Racing, chasing leaving trains, suspended in mid-stride, needing to cross the deadline to escape from death, endangered in the intercourse of cars. Beware of bodies, breathing, football, screws, of barrels, bottles, feet, cheese, keys and teeth, of long, round, budding shapes, pieces of paper, fotos, little images, of old wood, leather, rubber, mirror, baldness, hair and anything that grows, of grass and trees, of dog, cat, turtle, spiders, elephant's delight, of olive, icecream, sweetness, presents, touch. Denuded, moving house, exposed to gazes, betrayed by teachers, actors actually, abducted, abandoned I submit Abuse declared illegal makes disgust legal. What was before disgust? Fear. Molestation. Dropping from lifts, displaced from self, an object spliced in many mes observing it from high above. Is there a victim - an attacker? Is there a target of so-called desire? Did I reverse the roles to avoid facing the truth? Swap the respective actions? Disperse, reallocate the properties of both? Can I reverse the roles - expose the origin? 2005-12 - 2007-11 |
Sphinx The crazy lioness has slit me open, I grope for anything to say to her. My words are lost. She never knew what drove her fierceness or the panic to subdue. She saw me in a mirror, sensed her father, and shattered any evil man in there. She drank and drank to keep the image blurry and keep the crosshairs sharply trained on me. Those of her crazy kind are still so furry and still so mad at me for being there. It is my fault because I'm contradicting, countering her grandness with my No. It's stupid 'cause I'm far too weak to stand her lines of fire or the holy rage. A man without a stomach shouldn't fight her and diagnosed with ulcers should just die. The open belly sheds its load of bowels, the pighead tries to disregard the cramps. I crawl along, still terrified and angry, she doesn't see me since I'm just too bad. 13. - 15.11.2008, edited 6.5.2011 |
Swept along He held me fast in a joyous dance I didn't know the steps Swept along in an ice-cold stream A dotard put me under A suit on a hanger Built a ludicrous case No one listened to me 2013-09-30 |
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