J. writes
March 9th, 2010I read poetry.
It remembers the possibility of a living which is not far,
but it’ s not my life.
I quit reading.
Already I am in the field,
a field, which I think to look at from outside,
but I am alreading inside.
Barbara Ellmerer
March 8th, 2010
J. writes
March 8th, 2010I wake up and I am sad.
The day: a field carved with duties, time traps, frustrations.
The newspaper leads me into a world that is mine and not mine.
I have to doubt what I am reading, otherwise I can not stand to be part of this world.
Judith Albert: Im Niemandsland
March 5th, 2010
Judith Albert: Im Niemandsland
March 3rd, 2010
Barbara Ellmerer
March 3rd, 2010