Lady Zero’s Logbook

August 30th, 2014

In the beginning
Was the Void.
Teeming emptiness.
Complete absence.
Fluid inheritance.
Inside the bleakness
Of the perfect O
Lay the roister of
The indecent I.
I Am,
She said.
Whole. Elsewhere,
They labored
To comprehend nothing
ness, its integral abstract
ions,
Millennial. Meanwhile
I hear
The alarm bells ring.
Abandon ship, all who
Enter the old. Hollow
Eyes horripullate. The
Beak speaks. Crack crack.
Salaam.

Sampurna Chattarji

F II

August 27th, 2014

Kein Sein
kann mir
fein sein.

Ist`s nicht
ein recht
Sein. Ist`s
nicht ein
recht sein
gut sein,
schön sein.

Kann denn
was bloss
sein? Ein
bloss sein
und nicht
ein recht,
gut und
schön sein?

August 26th, 2014

Parallelgeschlecht7 ohne Hautlappen, ohne Rand

Barbara Ellmerer

Lady Zero’s Logbook

August 26th, 2014

It was just one of those things.
Crossed wires. Double crossing.
Two-timing clocks never chimed.
Three-legged horses racing against
Rhyme. In the beginning was the
Egg in the Ocean. Come to think
Of it, she cracked it. Out spilled I,
Shunyata, Void, Void, Void.

Sampurna Chattarji

August 26th, 2014

1043

F II

August 25th, 2014

Sing doch
mal was,
dass ein
Lied sich
formt und
singt, ohn`
dass du
es kannst.

Für Nils

August 22nd, 2014

1041

Lady Zero’s Logbook

August 17th, 2014

Baby Blood is nourishing his heart on a cup of tincan soup.
Umbilical the shape of the chord being played inside the mother’s tomb.
Roof tide rising. Blood alert. Navel warships. Fleet-footed-fingerwhips.
All is impeccably unwell.

Sampurna Chattarji

Parallelgeschlecht 5

August 1st, 2014

Parallelgeschlecht5

Barbara Ellmerer

July 26th, 2014

1040