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 |
Meine Mutter war eine Terroristin sie soff um sich nicht zu erinnern dass nicht ich das Monster war das ihr Vater war den sie so liebte und bewunderte 2013-06-09 |
The lying Fly A lie, a lie is like a fly buzzing around my head, it sits on me, it stares at me, I recognize it not, yet feel a deep necessity to swat it and be rid, but flying lies are nebulae, so near and yet so far, they cannot just be brutalized, but must be understood: a lie, a lie is like a web as smooth as possible as near to truth, as traitorous convincing, pious, safe. I cannot even help myself, it stabs my back, it paints me black, I must believe in it. Today I kill whatever fly dares to sit on me pursuing it relentlessly throughout the living room. A living lie will never die, the fly, the fly is me. 2007-05-16 |
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