BETWEEN- fragments on perennial interims...

faces with dead eyes
and worse than faceless made
worse than Munch's Scream
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Scream
dead people walking, hallucinating in front of you
spitting out words as if hiding within prayer

the repressed know each other
giving off signs
silent whispers
whisper for depressed ears always so very close near by
everyone is everbody's repressor

the exorcist's smile
the tantrum
the female male hysteria

the continuous onscene obscene whisper

as if blood rising from the earth
as red as the setting sun sinking
insisting on crooked words
to Hell with whoever speaks right

Posted by Andreas at 07:48 AM | Permalink

Your very own VOICE
thinks for me,
creates my thought

words never think
they merely multiply language

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words really make a voice boring,
thoughts rise from the voice

but words as if to cover up
remove 'the speaker'
from voice, thought
and meaning

Posted by Andreas at 12:16 AM | Permalink

not from within an other's ideal
stuck within a fixed idealistic ritual

a can of soup for false food
tasteless advertising,
trained appetite
fascinated by commercial seduction

that overloads you with a language not your own

ideas that posses you frame your nature
an ideal zoo animal

bereft of language that could have grown into freedom
freedom from coercion

from love, that language beast of propaganda
that advanced towards hatred

Posted by Andreas at 01:45 AM | Permalink

writes itself never in relation to 'the world'
but always only in relation to unprejudiced language

words accumulate like future worthless money
in the end and over time
all ideas will get their turn towards worthlessness

the serf repeats the world to please his master
both their words are nothing but repetitions
pushing value with dead ideas:

the ruin of their world, false words

Posted by Andreas at 12:15 AM | Permalink

than meaning;
humans are slower than language;

with war language exits
enters a void

only an ideal reality on sale
by makers of superstition

Posted by Andreas at 09:03 PM | Permalink

gets replaced
misplaced
by illusion that has no history

Posted by Andreas at 10:34 PM | Permalink

we visited as many zoos as possible

standing in front of the fences
boys and girls behaved contrary to the fenced-in inmates

boys and girls cajoling at the animals and soon against each other
their behaviour unschoolyard-like
soon turning into bullies
soon words turned against fellow humans

you could observe the teacher(s)
as if freed from the class-room
gesticulating as never before
in front of some of those fences

but some of us boys
always stood at a very far distance
so that none of those words would reach us

and the punishment meted out to the above bunch
-no, to the whole class-

was always 'wildly' opposed
by us, who took to the distance

and we opposed and opposed
in the name of our very own freedom:

our reality was based individually
never to be experimented with
collectively

Posted by Andreas at 10:01 PM | Permalink

well hidden

you'll meet only clowns behaving
in front of you

but speaking their transportable words
behind you

Posted by Andreas at 03:41 PM | Permalink

perform within a special ideology
that knocks out spontaneity
and turns masks into ideological likenesses

such constructed people love to coerce you
just as much as they had to submit
to be 'freely' coerced for the purpose of 'love'

thus all morality turns out nothing but nests for conspiracies
from which flows destructiveness

where friendship is nothing but an intrigant's game
that no one dares to speak of its true name

Posted by Andreas at 03:04 PM | Permalink

and you too will refuse all symbolic acts

even birds here are no longer afraid of a human
come close and closer like chickens used to do and pick on my toe sandals

or like the last butterflies circling around around my head,
both meeting nature

no symbols here
no symbolic acting

Posted by Andreas at 01:54 PM | Permalink

so every body continous with human imitation

Posted by Andreas at 01:41 PM | Permalink

unlike in linear story books

that which was accepted 'with Thanks'
will be refused in a future present
by an act of refusal

thus stories and history collapse in one act,
a different order, unanticipated,
turning language into a void

an essential confusion

Posted by Andreas at 01:12 PM | Permalink

sometimes as if inconsequential

like the ahistorical dreaming of fictions about no good history
or of church and state, two advertised lovely brides cavorting in civilizing beds

like good boys playing alledgedly the same game by professing friendly gestures
blinded by each other's misperceptions

whole nations thus turn unison
under cover of prayer and marching on
remodelling each other's buildings of assembly

where unfunny behaviour models
that what's to come in an aligned future:
progressions to close-in on humans,
to seal-off, to make official, to close off

Posted by Andreas at 10:45 AM | Permalink

"No one is entitled
to behave
towards me
as if they knew me."

---Robert Walser
April 15, 1878 - December 25, 1956

Posted by Andreas at 10:58 AM | Permalink