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
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 |
The bright appraisers On a hot day four men came into my house, jeering at my new carpet in the hall, chucklingly trampling up the rickety staircase, disdainfully walking over the great room, ticking off "high ceilings which we don't need", boredly staring around the attic (later in their report declaring the entirely unexamined roofing beyond repair), not even bothering to enter my pretty room; good-humoredly stepping out the front door, explaining they would, graciously, not subtract demolition cost from plot value because that would leave me with a negative number, responding to my dumbfounded query whether they had, then, found the whole structure to be unsound with, amidst laughter, the hilarious statement that "we can't look into the walls!" 6. July / 1. November 2009 |
The old must be excused Once there was a fat old fool laughing at his tiny tool. The tool was smarter yet than he, the giant was too dumb to see, too dumb to hear a little voice that called: don't tread on me, I am alive, I have a brain, it's wrong of you to cause me pain. The fool heard not, kept treading on or took delight in seeming deaf and smiling broadly shouted, - not even so much louder than the little voice - a mock-misunderstanding jolly, gay old man, he shouted: "Tread on you? - I will!" And so he did - and laughed. 2008-05-04 |
Die Dame und der Hundertfüßer Am Ende einer Schlange im Erdgeschoss bilde ich mit einer vertrockneten Dame das Beinpaar des hintersten Schwanz-Segments biete ich meine Hilfe als Platzhalter die sie höflichst annimmt Im Obergeschoss finde ich in meiner Wohnung erwartungsgemäß vertrocknet den Hundertfüßer lebendig der in seinen roten Schaft geglitten zur Tür krabbelt kopflos nichts ist richtig 28. Oktober 2013 |
good god not good, god isn't, belief isn't to be believed just is, or isn't |
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