nicht geheuer
Room 160
September 11, 2016in the middle of this cloister,
a garden of daisies and yew trees
in too theatrical a gesture
you hold your forehead in your hands
to hide from the sun
“malignant like Google & his kin”
your pointless crying
the small size of your vanities
but fate taught you truces are risky
(neither the clouds are friend to man)
… fever as mean of expression,
death as an atemporal blossom,
locks not getting gray,
etc.
Room 159
September 8, 2016That’s where shadows rest;
Die Tore gehn auf,
could a shadow say,
wenn sie hören, daß solches hier
wahr bleibt…
and doors may open,
may open indeed
(die Fahnen wahren den Schein)
even before it can say
what should remain & stay true
and you may,
you shall pass,
quiet, already behind
your back like a cough,
Ihr Tiefgesenke
mit euren Trögen aus Lehm,
unterwegs…
Room 158
September 8, 2016”The Room has many entrances. Sometimes a certain one becomes popular, and everybody uses it; then another one takes its place, and the first gets deserted. What regulates these changes, is yet to be discovered.”
Room 157
August 25, 2016In the middle, a little man stands
With big hair, Eraserhead hair
(You will now have to recognize him
as not real, but shadow of man,
but imprint: even if tangible)
Will you ever be able to douse the negative fate that grips you? Never.
Will you eradicate the evil that calcinates your breath? By no means.
Will you elevate the bitterness of senses to essence of things? Always.
The Devil sneaks into the eye of God and you follow his shadow & trace…
That man, you will recognize
and, even if wise-looking,
even if (he himself) kind,
with strict vigour you’ll kick him,
in the arse (or up the arse),
or wherever may be fit
Room 156
August 24, 2016…urim, thummin, urim, thummin, urim, thummin…
A room empty & white,
a speaker on the wall:
You are pursued:
who pursues you?
Elements of course;
and yourself, of course.
It’s from inability in finding balance,
or any place in a benign destiny
that your greatness springs:
to consecrate time
with the bloody gem
from your great defeat,
from your disaster.
Room 155
August 19, 2016Quick, kid! Take the key! Take it, for fuck’s sake!
So you took it,
so you fell
in a trapdoor:
so you fell
(soft – velvet was on the floor)
in a deep room;
on the walls
fluorescence read
IT’S NOT COMMENDED TO BELIEVE ONLY SOME OF THESE TRUTHS
