Perpetuum Mobile
Red green yellow black
rust brown dead red
deep raven black is colorful
brand spanking new is no more
I have lost my vocabulary book
Where is the key?
Where is my hat?
I’m going now
Concrete prose or permafrost
Melting process or not
The deja vu is now historic
the mixture remains as ever
I’m bleeding
It’s always something
I’m going now
I can’t even remember the cut
I’m going now
It will be what it was none of it true
Fortuna in captivity
Heart jump cross stitch
Change of air
Cut out the crap and the clamps
For hope and for me
I’m going now
The beast is not yet truly awake
But also far from finished off
Just now it was tossing back and forth
and grinding its teeth in its sleep
I’m going now
After me the flood
After me tornados
After me tsunamis and cleansings
After me the hardships
The cold the drought the heat
More than ever since man started thinking
It’s about time
That the earth itself finally spins
Transforms and breaks its bonds
I’m going now
I’m going now
I’m going now
I’m on the way
in a melange of jetlag and alcohol
in a bus at 100km/hour
I’m on the way
with my invisible ice machine
with my invisible open fireplace
they sit next to me in the airplane
they lie beside me in my king-sized hotel
bed
they don’t count as excess luggage
they don’t need a wake-up call
From A to B because of love
From A to B because of love
From A to B because of love
From A to B because of love
Because of love!
Elevator
Taxi
Baggage cart
Airplane
Baggage cart
Escalator
Escalator
Train
Airplane
bus
escalator
moving walkway
moving walkway
escalator
baggage cart
limousine
elevator
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Perpetuum mobile
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Perpetuum mobile
I check in
with my invisible house with garden
and my invisible range from Gaggenau
They sit beside me in the airplane
and later we empty the minibar
together
Sometimes they stay overnight in
hotel storage
or travel overnight in the crew’s
equipment truck
My invisible house with garden
and my invisible range from Gaggenau
From A to B because of love
From A to B because of love
From A to B because of love
From A to B because of love
because of love!
— Yes, this case was sometimes
left unattended.
— Yes, others had access to it.
— Yes, I was asked to carry presents.
— Yes, there are electrical appliances in the case.
— Yes, many batteries.
— No, not everything belongs to me.
The dreams are wrecked time travellors.
elevator
car
elevator
baggage cart
escalator
airplane
A croissant, tea, mineral water
moving walkway
moving walkway
A cookie.
airplane
A vegetarian in-flight menu, with pasta
strawberry and chocolate cake. Red wine.
Red wine
Red wine
Bus
Escalator
Baggage cart
Taxi
Elevator
A gin and tonic.
Is it dreamworthy?
Perpetuum Mobile
Perpetuum Mobile
Perpetuum Mobile
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From A to B
with my invisible ice machine
From A to B
with my invisible open fireplace
From A to B
with my invisible house with garden
From A to B
with my invisible private zeppelin
From A to B
because of love the ways of love!
I’m on the run
from outraged masses
Across the wilderness
I came to the end
Waiting at the entrance for a long time
Dumb and without a plan
First there is a storm
but you are not carried along
Then there is an earthquake
but you are also not involved
From below I will fiercely pull on
the roots
until the upper world should move
Col de ma ma daqua
A whisper light and low
A voice of floating silence
And if there were tremendous waters
I know you wouldn’t partake in any more floods
Even if it rains meteors today
You are just not taking part
I will fiercely pull on all
twenty two roots
Until the upper world should move
I raise my voice against it
’till out of the whisper the answer wafts to me
It’s often in the morning
my hands are shaking
my face
it doesn’t belong to me
Water! — comes nearly like a shock to me
I can’t take it quietly
Self-portrait with hangover
What do I have?
What don’t I have?
What did I say?
I don’t remember!
I did all I could
to settle the world’s doubts
till no drop of certainty
was leftover
Not that in my memory
I feel a gap
until I notice
that there is a yawning void
between my nightly exercitations
and my present agony
Self-portrait with hangover
At some stage I was ready for astonishment
The great fuel
for the rotation around one’s own axis
I turned round and round and round
the reeling center of this
incident
in which I had just ended up here
in a kind of drunken universe
that irresponsibly empty and senseless
took hold of me in phases
long-known grinning repetitions
So not all of this was my fault
if in this cothere still could be
guilt — indeed!
Self-portrait with hangover
All the stars were out of the way
they were in the sky
like pinpricks
The night lighted by a moon
that seems to be covered by
food mold
Self-portrait with hangover
What I see in the morning has little to do with me
I’m decorated with a black line on my lips
and that says a lot
fusel oil, aldehydes, residual alcohol
Maybe I should call the Chinese doctor from across
perhaps he should leech my liver or else…
I am covered by a highly fragile
nerve fabric
in a highly fragile and even transparent nerve fabric
Doris Day!
Self-portrait with hangover
Astronomy has discovered the schnapps in space
Someone he or she had hidden it behind intergalactic clouds
probably marked for safety by a creative hand
so the space cleaning lady will not take delight in it
Sometime the clouds will breakup for me
and the beautiful women waiting behind
feed me with truthful truffles
Finally water me with the essence
of their heavenly appearance
until everything glows ruby red around me
I commit incest with the stars!
I commit incest with the stars!
Life on other planets is difficult!
thaw. unfreezing.
Will the dwindling ice bear our weight much longer?
calm. windless.
When comes the wind that billows our words’ sails?
heart pregnant. in expectation.
Will it be a south wind that drives us to the north?
small ice age. foundlings.
Or will only Boreas get us on the desired course?
in no time.
What nameless others does the storm which seizes us now already carry?
only glacier comrades
Is it certain that the land in sight is not part of the Arctic?
it’s already taken so long…
What a rare bird…
What a rare bird
A rare bird
What a rare bird
What a rare bird
it sings softly
Feathers without colors
What a rare bird
What a rare bird…
beak in the heavens
what a rare bird
What a rare bird
flies alone to the towering peak
of Mount Ararat
Now it finally starts to rain
and it won’t stop at all
After the rain not all of them are there anymore
for example
The Pteranodon is not there anymore
for example
Archaeopteryx is not there anymore
for example
Even the Shenzhouraptor is not there anymore
for example
Anyway after the rain many are not there anymore
I am waiting
for the landing in confidence
on the once towering peak
the new island
the only beach
I am waiting
for what the rare bird
on its return carries
in its beak:
The new song!
Ararat!
What the rare bird after its return carries in its beak:
The new song!
It lies on the tongue and burns! On the tip of the tongue burning to be sung!
The sun appears in the morning
It knows the keyword
The sea welcomes me
in the colors of the promised heavens
The surf is within and above me
All images are the wind
And though I cannot say it
I can nevertheless sing
Paradising all the time
In the evening a fish awaits me for dinner
and after the meal
the stars are no longer so out of the way
The night is the center of the place in which I sleep
at the end of the world
In my dreams the birds advise me
on what I can later sing
Paradising all the time
Here is always a place for you
Paradising all the time
They build a ship each wintertime
for launch to sea before the storm
They don’t just go from A to B
they go around and come around again
’cause out there’s always a construction site
a Starbucks and
yet another Gugenheim
Youme knows what Meyou wants
Meyou knows what Youme wants
and it’s granted
No more tassels on the hotel key
a phone line, a laptop
and a box of tangerines
They turn houses into homes
where earthquakes live with car alarms
mature mild-mannered catastrophes
They gift each other a thousand names
and take them off, take them off again
like excessive jewelry
Youme knows what Meyou wants
Meyou knows what Youme wants
and it’s granted
They defend each other against the past
if the future isn’t bright at least it’s colorful
so burn the ship come spring
They fail, fail and try again
fall off a cliff, succeed, and fall, fall again
They have proven quite effectively
that bumblebees indeed can fly
against the field’s authority
They invent each other ever anew
still they won’t have a different view
of everyone or anything
Defend themselves against the whims of fate
question the statistics, accelerate
the status quo, deny the rules of gravity
But they don’t use the word
once dropped it might break
They do not say that they have loved
for who can say
We were killed yesterday
Youme knows what Meyou wants
Meyou knows what Youme wants
and it’s granted
Sound asleep. Waking up slowly.
The centrifugal force was no longer powerful enough to
hurl out the thoughts, which unsuccessfully
went round in circles, without any stimulous, so
my head was denied the silence
needed for sleep.
One foot searching for the floor and then
Step by step by step by step
Before my eyes, the first stage of my journey.
Dust motes dancing in the light
which insistently makes its
way through the small gap in
the middle of the curtain.
You have to get used to walking upright.
Step by step by step towards
the light.
I make it I make it I make it to the window.
For the moment I’m turning my back on the
outside world to focus on the next
step. Far behind my deserted base camp,
which last night still was the home of sleep,
not shared with no one, at
the other end of the plane, there lies
the opening, the entrance or exit, it depends on your
direction.
Majestically it sits unlocked
upon its hinges.
Step by step by step by step
I’m almost accustomed now to putting one foot
in front of the other.
I make it I make it I make it
to the door
Into the open!
I make it I make it I make make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the city
I make it I make it I make it over the border
I make it I make it I make it make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the land
I make it I make it I make it out of the continent
I make it I make it I make make make it
Out of all eleven, even the still rolled-up
dimensions
I make it
I’m sound asleep…
I’m sound asleep. Waking up slowly
The body functions
the mechanisms of the consciousness are all
restarting, are all back again, with their usual
ballyhoo; back on the surface, I feel completely
unrefreshed, nearly quashed.
Below me at the usual place:
Step by step by step by step
Since my last glance outside
nearly nothing, nearly nothing has changed. Only:
Dust motes dancing in the light.
The next step is still within reach.
It is possible. It is even humanly
possible.
You have to get used to walking upright.
But this Homo Sapiens or Homo Erectus
will reach his goal. In no time!
I make it I make it I make it to the window.
I’ll have a long passage ahead of me.
I get into the pressure suit. I put the helmet on
my head and heavily equipped
I continue on my way. On and on, and on,
and on, and on…
in direction towards
the opening, the entrance or exit, it depends on your
direction.
Nothing can slow me down, except
extraterrestials shooting at me,
or similar unforseeable nonsense.
Step by step by step by step
I make it I make it I make it
to the door
Into the open!
I make it I make it I make make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the ecliptic
I make it I make it I make it out of the system
I make it I make it I make it make make it
I make it I make it I make it out of the galaxy
I make it I make it out of the local group of galaxies
I make it I make it I make make make it
Out of all eleven, even the still rolled-up
dimensions
I make it
I’m sound asleep…
Everything here is unchanged
it looks like everywhere
This whole area is out of my way
so I rarely come around here
Here are those who went
and those who were made to leave
Here are those for whom I appeared
in the last film in flight in free fall
Most of them are still very hungry
and they don’t even have cigarettes
so they just cling to the ideas.
There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live…
Some drift through places and thoughts
blind passengers in subways and busses
or they simply stand around and wait
Even those who couldn’t wait any longer
here they have nothing else to do
Especially at night they are bothered by boredom
There is a place around the corner
where your dead friends live…
It is nothing
It is nothing
I call you by your old names
I do not change my tone of voice
I let them fall like they always fell
now that you are just not visible not touchable
and also unassailable
It’s all still the the same
only you are waiting in between
not very far you’re rather close
around the corner so to speak
around the corner so to speak
around the corner so to speak
It is nothing
It is nothing
It is nothing
It is
What am I seeking in your dreams?
I’m not seeking.
I’m cleaning up.
What you once put to the left…
I pile it up, it will still be used.
I just clear it away.
All the wasted opportunities
now as they are useless
I also clear them away.
What am I seeking in your dreams?
I’m not seeking.
I’m just cleaning up.
Now all the beasts turn up
Long in hiding but still present
Under the stories
Stories
Histories
Not easily chased away.
What am I seeking in your dreams?
I’m not seeking…
Until I see your dreams shining in the dark…