Alles in Allem

Ten Grand Goldie

Fatherfiguretraitor and Mothercornflowerblue

Here come the daughters of the desert and the sons of snakes

My family, to a hair

 

They come from the roofs

and they come up from down below

 

And here comes Ten Grand Goldie

Will she pay by card?

Yes, here comes Ten Grand Goldie

Kisses and departs

 

Mama, is that right?

Kapit sa patalim

Rock bottom

Hit rock bottom

Would you like some tea?

Here comes Ten Grand Goldie

A foreign word for plants

Yes, here comes Ten Grand Goldie

Now you can fix your pants

 

Where you’d expect it to be good

perhaps it is not quite so

And where you’d not expect it to be good

perhaps it really is quite so

Here comes the entire Breaker family

Out-breaker, in-breaker, away-breaker

Good morning, day-breaker!

 

The great rift widens

But they come up from down below

They’re making their own new rules

 

Here comes Ten Grand Goldie

Without a card, I guess

Yes, here comes Ten Grand Goldie

See you in the aftermath

Nothing works. Nothing works

 

Here comes Ten Grand Goldie

Here comes Ten Grand Goldie

 

Am Landwehrkanal

The turbid water

Flows slowly past

Black and lethargic

And not all that deep

Lethargic and black

Just one person deep

I’m sitting alone

By Landwehrkanal

 

We met up sometimes

Sometimes also at night

Berlin’s dark sky

Gave us a roof

We had a thousand ideas

And all were good

Now she’s not here any more

By Landwehrkanal

 

I wasn’t there then

Back then at Rosa’s

Nor in Eden Hotel

Or even afterwards

On Lichtensteinbrücke

After midnight

I’m sitting alone

By Landwehrkanal

 

We met up sometimes

Sometimes also at night

Berlin’s dark sky

Gave us a roof

We had a thousand ideas

And all were good

And now she’s not here any more

By Landwehrkanal

And now she’s not here any more

By Landwehrkanal

Möbliertes Lied

Our song is now freshly renovated

The walls rendered, a new tone tested

The verses stripped down

A walk-in wardrobe fitted as a final resort

A passage knocked through

A way outside opened up

 

The worn-out metaphors have been disposed as toxic waste

Enough fresh and untouched provisions are stocked

The maculature scoured for the appropriate lines

Among them all the lies, forth and back, scraped off and accursed

 

Our Lord’s Corner dreamed away

Vast open space, not at all sacred

For heaven’s sake: No God!

 

Our sond is now freshly renovated

A few seats left from the ‘60s now reupholstered and restored

A king-size bed is freshly made, suspended in mid-air

 

We will wait up on the roof terrace

Pick-up guaranteed

Here our daughter can live

well, with or without us

Whatever new thing she finds

Whatever she brings here

 

For heaven’s sake: No God!

 

Zivilisatorisches Missgeschick

We don’t live here any more

Any more any

Not any more any

There are still things of ours there

From long ago                                                        

Long ago                                                                 

Altogether not little

Of some stuff too much

Most of it has expired

Long ago

Long ago

We don’t live here any more

Any more any

Not any more any

We don’t live here any more

Any more any

We don’t live here any more

Any more any

Not any more any

We don’t live here any more

Taschen

What we are seeking in your dreams?

We seek nothing

We’re waiting

We’re waiting

Between us and you

Surge the waves colossal

A ravenous monstrosity

 

There where we land

If we land

we gain land

Alone

As a pair

As many

As expected

Waiting again

 

VOKALISEN

 

What we are seeking in your dreams?

We seek nothing

We’re waiting

We’re waiting

We have to wait somewhere

Seven Screws

Seven screws hold me together

Seven screws

Seven screws

 

I sing and I sing

Until the Hundred-eyes gets sleepy

I steal the whole herd

I go backwards

retracing my own steps

 

The strong man

now wears a dress

a gift from me

he doesn’t know

It burns itself deep into his skin

 

Seven screws hold me together

Seven screws

Seven screws

One day I’ll take them out

I reassemble all my parts

will pull myself together

I rearrange the alphabet

and out of the sea of possibilities

I draw myself anew

non-binary

I: forever new

 

Seven screws hold me together

Seven screws

Seven screws

 

I sing and I sing

Until the Hundred-eyes gets sleepy

The strong man now wears a dress

It burns itself deep into his skin

 

Seven screws

Seven screws

One day I’ll take them out

I reassemble all the parts

I rearrange the alphabet

and out of the sea of possibilities

I draw myself anew

non-binary

I: forever new

Alles in allem

A river with five, six islands
One is already anchored
Opens up its jaws
A prattler attempts
To sweet-talk the rock
Which tries all it can but
Cannot take flight
A cloud with tiny eyes
Has broken loose
Remnants of the earth still attached

All in all
All at once
Everyone at once
Everyone at once

The cunning shadow puppeteer
Operates with both his hands
Two marionettes:
Good and Not-so-good
At the other end:
A truncated crocodile
A plasma cell without its nucleus
Under the border hangs a devourer of light
A second face inscribed at its rear
Its young creeps in dialogue behind
Into back and beyond – faced forwards

In this infinitude
I am too
All in all
Infinitely often existent

Everyone at once
Everyone at once
All at once
All in all

Grazer Damm

Grazer Damm

From the Insulaner to the city motorway

Grazer Damm

Tiled stoves, laundry room in the attic

Air-raid shelter in every house

Grazer Damm

The Senate stockpiles briquets for dark times

Grazer Damm

 

Our apartment, although right at the top.

I cannot sleep. On the other side of the street people in costumes make a racket.

They’re drumming and they’re yelling.

It’s supposed to be something festive. Festively costumed turmoil.

Grazer Damm

My brother is there, like me, at the window, still a child.

I am annoyed: because it is all going on beneath the window

of my sleeping little sister.

The police arrive. People scatter. Grazer Damm

Directly in front of our window falls a curious man,

took one step too many, drops straight down from the roof.

A parachutist in full astronaut gear smacks down on the pavement, without

a chute. An ambulance, an ambulance

Grazer Damm

More jumpers hit the ground, pick themselves back up

It’s not possible, we’ve not reached the bottom yet –

They try over and over to drop from low altitude

but have long since hit the bottom; injured

Grazer Damm

A suicide with the gas oven blasts a hole in the façade

Grazer Damm

Trains and death travel by night

beside the rain gutter across the roof.

My little sister… my little sister

Friedenau

Grazer Damm

Grazer Damm

Grazer Damm

Wedding

From Mitte to the north

From the east to the west

Wedding Wedding Wedding

Then 48 steps

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Up to 70 metres above sea level

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Templehof

There where night is flattest

And is full of doors

I have become lost

Between the pillars

Entrance

The lobby

Leaves on the colourful marble floor

Swept in by the wind

Steps leading down

The ticket hall – unstaffed

No processing done here

No ballast checked in

Without controls

Through the next door

Lacklustre the stars in coffers

The eye of the dome blind

No sevenfoldedness

The niches long since vacant

Birds nesting

Salvia is growing

and savory

There where night is flattest

And is full of doors

The boarding gate

Some stairs

Beneath the canopy

On the edge of the runway

On the tarmac

Here I have become lost

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