Bertolt Friedrich Brech

motto 1

ia spunemi mai fratioare ursul ce lucruti sopti

cand se puse la urecheati sincepu a hohoti (google please)

Anton Peter Pann Grim Picker: Ursul Si Calatorii

motto 2

lies es nicht weil es sowieso nutzlos ist

carmens boyfriend whatever you want to call him in a state of impos

sible emergency of involuntary eyeballs vaporized trillions of miles 

from home well carmens boyfriend put together and watching himself 

is sitting at a marble round table eating lobster on the other side (!)

of the table a typewriter is trying to do something about a wo

man the woman looks like dimitri ivanovich mendeleev she has 

a big scraggly beard  and wears two pairs of glasses one at the 

front and one at the back communicating with a sentimen

tal link a copper wire that symbolizes the present insipid this

present is going for a long loop around the table and becomes 

an impure flavor a flavor of fear both sweet and bitter a fear 

that can be seen in both pairs of glasses if you look with the eyes 

of your dissapearing mind and with the eyes of your mind you can see 

hung on the hook of a typewriter the carmens boyfriend eating lobster and 

swallowing his long mother tongue hey you past tense come down 

from the sky it does not correspond to the immediate reality whats my voice 

sound like in there asks the typewriter although a typewriter never asks 

for anything et plus encore repondre ou descendre cest pisser un peu 

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James Joy

ia spunemi mai fratioare ursul ce lucruti sopti

cand se puse la urecheati sincepu a hohoti (do google please)

Anton Peter Pann Grim Picker: Ursul Si Calatorii

carmens boyfriend whatever you want to call him in a state of impos

sible emergency of involuntary eyeballs vaporized trillions of miles 

from home well carmens boyfriend put together and watching himself 

is sitting at a marble round table eating lobster on the other side (!)

of the table a typewriter is trying to do something about a wo

man the woman looks like dimitri ivanovich mendeleev she has 

a big scraggly beard and wears two pairs of glasses one at the 

front and one at the back communicating with a sentimen

tal link a copper wire that symbolizes the present insipid this

present is going for a long loop around the round table and becomes 

an impure flavor a flavor of fear both sweet and bitter a fear 

that can be seen in both pairs of glasses if you look with the eyes 

of your dissapearing mind and with the eyes of your mind you can see 

hung on the hook of a typewriter the carmens boyfriend eating lobster and 

swallowing his long mother tongue hey you past tense come down 

from the sky it does not correspond to the immediate reality whats my voice 

sound like in there asks the typewriter although a typewriter never asks 

for anything et encore plus repondre ou descendre cest pisser un peu 

from Comments On The Works Of Carmen By Bizet

Mary Godwin Shelley

sto per andare via pero ci sono gia  stata il cominciare e la parte piu difficile  quando le persone ripongono la fiducia in te e tu sei quella che sta mentendo fin dallinizio circa 500 di anni fa io ero una pazza lady de lla corte dinghilterra che stava viaggiando  per il mondo alla ricerca di cose rare e  quando e arrivata in valacchia ed in  destra e a sinistra e vedendo i  miracoli e le gran potenti opere cher an fatti stupiva (e probabilmente aveva  il perche) al suo comando le sorgenti sgorga vano da un singolo sogno (cio che vi sto di cendo e la verita e voi sapete che lo e) la ggiu cerano delle montagne africane le  cui cime accarezzavano i cieli ed i  cieli sputavano unesercito di angeli  eppure prima chesplodesse da una sp ecie di ingegnerie divina e sapendo che linc antesimo richiede un sacrificio umano la pazza  lady ha detto qualche parola severa io sono l esplosione della mia propria immagine e so no il mio paese che bel paese peccato c he sia abitato cosi spensieratamente from Comments On The Works Of Carmen By Bizet

robert psychomusil

unser name steht nicht auf der liste irgendwo da draussen ha

ben wir alle eine kugel mit unserem namen darauf ach leben seit

sechshundert jahren zusammen in den kalten gaewessern dae

nemarks sechshundert wartende kinder dicht aneinander gepackt

 in einer feuchten turnhalle sie wissen fast alles ueber dich und

haben so ziemlich alles ringe verzauberte umhaenge gesehen ihr

e verdauungsorgane sitzen hier im sandsturm und warten mit 

dem ruecken zur wand den eingang beobachten es ist klar

dass jeder seinem weg folgen wird sie werden die rettung der 

ozeane die ueberreizbarkeit zuhoeren besonders wenn es von 

einer stimme kommt der sie vertrauen koennen und wenn du da 

hingehst werden die jedes wort hoeren das du sagst also musst du 

vorsichtig sein und stark von muskeln von einer gruenen gestri

chelten linie umschlossen den eingang beobachten das reicht schon

(from  T h e  L o s t  S o c i e t y : Comments On The Works Of Carmen By Bizet)

The Lost Society Comments On The Works Of Carmen By Bizet

L'ex tramonto fu vittima di movimenti della crosta terrestre sfuggiti alle misurazioni strumentali. Io scivolai in basso sotto di esso, ironia della sorte, giusto nel momento in cui mi pareva invece di ascendere. Così ho cercato di rimediare maldestramente offrendomi per tre volte ai chirurghi, pur sapendo che mai sanano l'anima. All'ombra dell'ombra dell'ex tramonto se ne sta ora l'anima mia lontana da tutti i babbuini nel popolatissimo deserto.

A un certo punto, quando meno te lo aspetti, la verità ti assale: rimani folgorato e muori e credi di essere finalmente libero. E da morto ricominci a delirare, perché forte è la carne e lo spirito debole. Peggio della carne è l'idea, ancora più forte, una delicatezza mitteleuropea, figlia più della carne che dello spirito. Non riesco a decontaminarmi dalla materia, ad affrancarmi dalla rovinosa caduta in essa. Il mio spirito vola basso e poco come un uccello ingabbiato. E solo mi beo dei tramonti colorati che rimbalzano sul mare disteso

              

 Radu Celan

stimmt es dass dein heldengesicht erst nach dei

nem verschwinden erscheint sourire de toute 

sa bouche cest mourir un peu ist das nicht roman

tisch subjekte ausserhalb von zeitlichen objekten existie

ren he bist du nur das einzige was wirklich ist man fragt 

mich oft waehrend der celan spass hat und mit einem zei

chen das aussieht wie ein drache betont die fragen und kuesst 

die erde von inge in eine falsche richtung von jetzt

 an wird klar dass alle freiwerberinnen auf transparente wei

se vor gericht gestellt werden muessen wenn es kei

ne inge mehr gibt wird die hoffnung dann abgewie

 sen mein herz verlaesst seine hauskatze und fliegt

 Eugen Frunză

unde ne duce greşeala cum tot stând în aseminea oale ne tre

zim că suntem chiar noi oalele sparte de la depărtare se vădeș

te castelul rausschwitz cu ochii cîrpiţi de somn construit 

din bombe de orez şi anume să hrănim pe supt fagurii lui 

                          

bărboşi (ai somnului) moartea cu mâinile goale din locurile pe un

de n-am fost nici o dată suntem plecaţi de când eriam hristoşi 

încît am ajuns aici acolo demult ehei eria lupul căţel și noi îl

executam executăm (pe somn) din lut ne eria drag de el aco

lo unde nu sunt parii de început şi se leagănă unele mărunte ier

buri plecarea noastră eria să fie o conştiinţă care aude am atins 

un prag dincolo de care viitorul este o fostă despărţire riguroa

să după cum ajungerea a fost și ea una a prizonieratului într-un lan 

uscat şi ne încredinţarăm lanului ca şi cum ne-am fi încredințat

iarăși mării ude dinţilor ei adormiţi în pietrele ei bătute în matostat

Gordon A. Pyme

carmen carminis is nocturnal so during the day she buries herself until she i

s quite invisible the way she used to be and mostly researches and is looki

ng into a tragic accident happened that day in the old testament because i

n this night the night supresses thinking itself thinking who thinks any delat

ion her standard operating procedure goes to the netherlands to christmas 

dinner sometimes and is visiting the state hermitage museum where the men

speak italian and da vincis demons watch their mothers closely and dont ca

are well on the second floor due to a genetic anomaly or to a scent molecu

le called madonna she slips into me shes collapsing and goes down in the s

tone floor downstairs accompanied by her father and i yell „dad” and da vin

cis madonna turns around it wasnt a cheeseburger of nothingness and a pa

rt of her being but any part of nothingness but she was actually alive specifi

cally in agony more than that she will be born at a date and place agreed in 

advance between the parties as soon as this is over the rest of art remains in

delta sleep like a geese migratory path and the holy one goes back to normal 

Galicia Malicia Ferrer

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

 (from The Lost Society: comments on the works of carmen by bizet)