Joy Joyce
Subject one: Brothers Quai and subject two: Guenther Gross.
First place it should be realised who are their brethren and why.
But who and why are too hard to answer. Whos interested
in these four anyway?
People dont know with their sadness and after all who cares about
a sadness like that ?
Can imagine sadness like the knock-off of the real thing.
Now for instance Brothers Quay are talking crazy.
They make a noise at Leipzig and it's noise echoing in the mountains.
Brothers Quay cant see his face and theres no sign of his body and then are
looking into Guenther Gross and everything they do pretty much embarrasses
him (its about Guenther it stands to reason).
However when they say „our hearts go out to that poor child” are not
very much mistaken.
Guenter Gross and nobody (or maybe Nimandrose ?) sitting in a tree
of knowledge and is still smiling away to himself up there. Peoples drive
by this tree of knowledge and dont slow down.
One does crazy things for curiosity. Guenthers tree have no roots but give
away our inner truth.
The streets are deserted paved with gold. It's a country of mud houses
and hogans and tents with jamming antennas a typical English countryside
spying for the Democratic Peoples Republic of Germany.
There is a theory according to which the Mielkes Way personal attitude
determines the general context.
The story goes that Guenther did smash a radio once. And in there at sixes
and sevens were all the rights and wrongs he had done throughout his life.
Let me check up my ass cause we want to look it a little bit closer.
He said.
And the people loved him because of the nerves.
Dressed up in his mothers clothes with empty pockets he looked the part of
a hopeless romantic. Didn't have any money. Couldnt make it back home for
he had no more house or have something like that but did not know how to
get there.
A coat brought from German Democratic Republic takes out the last sense
was left in you.
Thern the the most carefree of consciosnesses relax and puts the gun down.
I was sent to a makeshift hospital in the
house of a Dutch civilian next to the church
where all remaining fertile women should be
collected and impregnated.
All the women were mad for me only all the
women were masculine in German.
And most of the guys werent the kind you
couldnt stink in a bank.
They liked to smoke and to twist your arm
when you still want to party after your problem
at home. Besides Spinosa had the same flaw.
Days just seemed to run
together and he was burning. Pulled out his
brain and cooked everything he touched.
Said he.
And kids (there were a lot of little girls lying in the streets) in the street
played a game of pretending to shoot at each other. Ignored that sound
petending they dont hear it. You know ? Kids aren't
quite so sympathetic if you know what I mean.
Especially if they have no face and if you know what I mean.
Profunda Rosa
hasta ahora nunca he oido mi voz me
escape sola y no dije a donde al final
de la y especialmente despues de que
terminaba la noche podíamos hablar
de todo incluyendo a las serpientes que
llegaron hace un millon de anos salien
do de tu boca solo para contarlo o de mi
salto inmortal como misionera de las flo
res de roble ahora y entonces volaba al
to con nosotros como si estuviera volan
do quieta con paso sereno un paso a la vez
tan orgullosa de mi y separada de la razon
Galicia Malicia Ferrer
si galicia malicia ferrer no sera nunca una hermo
sa princesa llamada galicia malicia ferrer yo gali
cia malicia ferrer no sere nunca habia una vez lo
que estaba cayendo esta incluido en el sitio del cho
que estoy en el lugar donde he perdido la tarde otonal
de los sentimientos argentinos y donde rompi
conmigo estas ramas de sus arboles declararan
que estan vivas gracias a mi cielos ellas me incentiva
ban a abandonar asi que empezando ahora dejare
de encontrarme en todas partes durante mi ausen
cia las aguas atlanteanas gritaran por el aire y se
quedaran pidiendo ayuda mientras yo dentro de una ho
ra sere capaz de cualqier cosa con calma lentamen
te cien veces voy a nacer de la boca para usted
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