Archive for September, 2016

Room 161

September 27, 2016

nicht geheuer

Room 160

September 11, 2016

in 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,

Room 159

September 8, 2016

That’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,

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.”

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