horizon teaches me what lies before my eyes may not be what I see … we’re great learners as though we know now how to survive without weapons … just a while ago I thought I let old memories go but they’ve again conquered my space, my body, my ego overcast the presence of my elusive consciousness … don’t worry
» Read moreYou were the woman that crumbled. A falling clay cliff, short term, assured, tenancy, for no more than eighteen months. You lived and watched from east facing windows. Beautiful sea, suspicious serpent. A kraken always awake. Moods measured by moon movements, but, for a time we were the real thing. Then salt and water dissolved feelings. Coastal creatures creating fissures.
» Read moreOde an den Dönerkebab Döner, schönes Götterfleisch und Tochter aus dem Schwarzen Meer, Lamm von Gott, dein fettes Reich erweitert sich nach vielem Bier. Wenn mein Sinn in Pfützen liegt, erstürmst du schnell durch meinen Geist. Mein ungeschickter Hunger fliegt zu dir auf deinem Thron, der kreist. Deine Donnern widerhallen durch die Stadt – wie laut sie singt!
» Read moreThe Morning I Woke Up Having Forgotten I was German I woke up at eleven feeling conquered by French absinthe and lacking recollection of events that weren’t too distant, inside a ferny wood that seemed to me more like a labyrinth. My sight was blurred, my speech was slurred, my footsteps were resistant. A passer-by in leather trousers helped
» Read moreVague! The world is vague. Made of plastic or glass; Pieces pierce. We’re perpetually in the blue hanging like clouds or waves torn apart through moments beyond our ken alas! The body is pulling us down. Whose body? Mine! I somehow realise that this owner I wants to move up. Yet it settles down with the corpse. The world, the
» Read moreNever believe your eyes. The only ones who tell the truth are lies. If one day you don’t recognize yourself looking deep into the mirror, then the mirror at last is telling you the truth. All reality is just a passing mirage, and we are all deceived fools who believe in it, while only the doubters have any reason,
» Read moreWhen in darkest moods I think of you, my love, with all the nastiness that we together have gone through, I don’t know whether I shall weep or rave and risk indulging in them both, ferociously, while there is very little comfort in the fact that our love is still enduring although we can almost never see each other.
» Read more“Don’t fart around me, it’s rude!” she ordered, lighter in hand, casually blowing cancer into my soft lungs. From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disoccidented-Alfie-Shoyger/dp/1999922859
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