Ingrid Wiener: Dr. Müllers Kabelfrühling, Series of gobelins 2010

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Thank you, she said, for the trance, elation.
For the click click click of words falling into place.
For the clack clack clack of the knitting loom.

Breath is a silver fog. Birds build palaces.
Cross the lake. Join the jungle.

I see it!
Is that not what you said?
Let me try again. There was a city I left behind.
It drowned in rain.

Insect girls lived in jars, buildings walked on stilts.
The name had a bomb in it, had a mum in it.
Had a bay in it, had a bye in it…

Does that ring a bell? No?
Fragments of a word.
Brob. Ding. Nag.
I beg your pardon? How many languages do I speak?
Two, she said, pointing to her eyes
and her heart. Just two. And you?

Sampurna Chattarji

I 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.

Ingrid Wiener: Detail of Dr. Müllers Kabelfrühling, Gobelin 2010

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Ingrid Wiener: Detail of Dr. Müllers Kabelfrühling, Gobelin 2010

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Space Gulliver is dreaming of an egg.
She believes she has cracked the conundrum of the egg.

Yellow matters, she hears a voice in the dream whisper
in her ear, there where the strings sing. What matters

is keeping the yellow intact. She listens harder.
Space Gulliver is dreaming of the void.

No, the voice whispers in the shell of her ear, the ovoid.
That is what you’re dreaming of, the shape

of enclosure and escape, you even wrote a poem about it
once, remember? Space Gulliver has forgotten.

Oblivion is the mirror that hides a cave. Listen, the voice
whispers in her pale pink ear, is that the sea?

Sampurna Chattarji

Time present and time past
Are both perhaps present in time future,
And time future contained in time past.
If all time is eternally present
All time is unredeemable.

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I guess, that my assumption is regarded as absurd. My assumption is: Concentration on text as text is a way of changing our attitude to the world.

… human kind
Cannot bear very much reality.*

der Mensch
Verträgt nicht sehr viel Wirklichkeit. **

* T.S. Eliot: Burnt Norton (Four Quartets)
**Übersetzt von Norbert Hummelt. In: Schreibheft 66.

Aesthetics  is an individual religion. (Thomas Raab: Nachbrenner). It is a religion of individuals, and it has individual forms. The common denominator of these forms is questionable. The answers depend on the point of view. From the point of view of gouvernementality: aesthetics is compensating and therefore stabilizing the idea of a free individual, which is a necessary function in today’s economy.
From the point of view of realometer: aesthetics is a line of flight which leads to radical changes
From the point of view of D.: aesthetics is a chance to become a pontifex maximus.
From the point of view of J.: aesthetics  is an invitation to subversion.
From the point of view of M.:vaesthetics is approaching the absolute.