Archive for 2008

Lied

Friday, December 19th, 2008

Zuweilen übernehmen wir neue Techniken,

weil jemand von aussen zu uns vordringt,

der oder die versprechen, unsere Schätze

in neuem Licht erscheinen zu lassen.

P, der Europa einen neuen Blick auf dessen Schätze ermöglichte,

bot, konnte

neue Blicke im Dienst alter Verhältnisse bieten.

Nils Röller: Lied

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

Krümmende Sorge,

eine, die sich dem Kommenden entgegen krümmt,

sich von ihm bereits verändern lässt,

bevor es eingetroffen ist.

Es treffen und es werden eintreffen:

Menschen, Wellen,

Ströme von Menschen mit konkreten Verlangen nach

Nahrung, Schlafstellen, Verdienstmöglichkeiten.

Sampurna Chattarji: Neither Reckless Nor Complacent

Thursday, December 18th, 2008

9.

I’m on morpheme today.

*

A word so fierce it refutes the break.

The dusk is mine.

Child of sleep, raiser of ghouls, take the hurt.

*

No sense in rupture.

*

Morphing one into the other

Crystalline analgesic anaesthetic

The numbing narcotic of loss.

Xu Yueqing

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

In der Mitte des Lebens

Verliert sich die Neigung zur Faulheit

An der Zither.*

Being in the midst of ones life,

the inclination towards doing nothing

gets lost

at the lute.

This sounds funny because something that tends towards nothingness gets lost at something that does not implicate by itsself something, but only when it is played. So something nothing achieves more nothingness by something that does not exist properly. This is something.

Zitiert nach Tanizaki Jun’ ichiro: Über die Faulheit. In: Merve (Hrsg.): Hannes Böhringer zum sechzigsten Geburtstag. Berlin: Merve, 2008.

Nils Röller: Turing Tests

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

I = shit (Dieter Roth)

I = something that matches (misst) itself with the gods not unluckily (Friedrich Hölderlin)

I = ?

Sampurna Chattarji: Neither Reckless Nor Complacent

Tuesday, December 16th, 2008

8.

The naming of Hannibal’s elephants.

*

They strode out of the Atlas,

flat-headed, fan-eared,

fighting with tusk and trunk,

smelling bad enough to drive the horses mad.

Historians, naturalists, archaeologists fussing

over a single Carthaginian coin.

Snow, and black

trumpeting rock.

*

Names invincible enough.

Names with war in their throats

and a dying hunger.

Spearheads entering flesh.

Mountains being scaled.

*

Only one survived.

Surus, the Syrian.

Indian elephant reaches Carthage from Syria via Egypt.

Names the colour of flint.

*

Their mouths turned blue.

In their brains the names still whirred,

thirty-seven bar one,

whispered by poets

in the form of birds that fell.

The gasp of the last big secret.

Sampurna Chattarji: Neither Reckless Nor Complacent

Monday, December 15th, 2008

7.

I could call you Q, she said.

Like Q for quill, or Quasimodo.

Almost like you, that name.

Or that other, that supplier of miraculous gadgets.

“Nice to know old Q can still surprise you…”

There’s a line worth having, second only to

“If he’s Q, does that make you R?”

*

Renaming him rapidly,

she falls from consonant to vowel,

a white-water rafter

kayaking from fear to exhilaration at the speed of a sudden shout.

*

Between Q, and A, no questions, nor answers.

Just this summoning, simple

as only one syllable can be.

Abir Karmakar: I Love Therefore I am

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

(Abir Karmakar: I Love Therefore I Am, 2006-07, oil on canvas, 30 x 30 cm ( 12 x 12 inches))

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

Markus Stegmann: Du Else

Sunday, December 14th, 2008

Erst Else “sprechen”: Das nagt
am Band, Ballast periskopisch
es sei Partisan
sein Projektil sollst stillen
du Husten aber dass es
der tot tritt die
Spange lebt in deiner Hand
aus Schotter
mangelt dem Projektil
du Else: bare Ballustrade
als Ast verdengelte
deine glatte Leib-
din minigliche
bohrt es Ohr anders
las “spitze Pessare”
als schläfe
durchschlag