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vielleicht doch noch was zum acud. man vergiszt dort leicht, dasz man sich eigentlich die ganze zeit in einer ziemlich gewöhnlichen mietskaserne aufhält. nur der eingerückte bau hat vermutlich damals die mutigen etwas spinnen lassen, die da einen club reinsetzten, wo jetzt die küche des restaurants sein musz. die zeiten sind sehr dunkel und ob es auch kultur gab entzieht sich meinem jugendlichen gedächtnis. was ich noch weisz, dasz man nicht leicht nach hause kam, weil nur einmal in der stunde ein nachtbus vom hackeschen hof zum zoo fuhr, der von uns regelmäszig vollgekotzt wurde und aus dem wir deshalb ebenso regelmäszig irgendwo in der pampa rausgeschmissen wurden. das gute war nur, dasz man trotzdem meistens um drei osä. zu hause war, weil man eben auch schon vor mitternacht in einen club gehen konnte und so weit ich mich erinnere auch nicht bis zum totentanz dort bleiben muszte, sondern immer irgendwo n biszchen; oft hat es auch gereicht, in der gegend dort umherzuziehen und zu kucken, was man noch nicht kannte und dann davor rumzustehen und eben zu kucken wers auch noch nicht kannte, weil irgendjemand davon kannte man ganz sicher. eigentlich waren wir, oder nicht -eigentlich-, sondern schon in echt eben touris. das pubcrawling wurde ja später dann auch erfunden, aber da war schon keiner mehr dabei auszer den spacken aus dem far out die immernoch und überall und in jeder generation tickets für den scenic view aber lassen wir sie auch irgendwie zu geld kommen, wenn sie schon keine geltung haben. ich glaube jede dieser halbzerfallenen mietskasernen, jedes kellerding…, hat nur überlebt, wenn es den üblichen scheisz eben mitmachte, der dazugehört, wenn man öffentlichen raum anbieten will, und das hat einige mutige den mut verlieren lassen und die spacken warn wieder mal schneller dabei, schade für die mutigen. ich weisz nicht, wies sich mit diesem alten gemäuer verhält und alle meine behauptungen fuszen generell nur auf intuition, weil ich eben und das immer noch dort auch nur ein touri bin wo die touris sind. ich weisz das. ich bin zwar nie am weinberg schlitten gefahren, da hatten wir einen besseren hügel; aber vor den gläsern vom badstübner hab auch ich mir die nase plattgedrückt.

ja. wenig zum acud, wenig zum abend, keine kritik mehr, obwohl ich vom kaspper gern erzählt hätte, traurigen kaspper. hab versäumt die bilder von den füszen, da war der traum schon aus. egal…

arkkiv: ursprünglich veröffentlicht auf drauszenpost.

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guten morgen, fu…

as you may have noticed i am here trying to respond to the mode du travail ce term comme dhabitude. one could sort this essai under :art: instead :science:, but i elaborate on that.

you will find ici updates to the work in progress witchis what i am in the course of the week bearbeite, verstehe, nicht verstehe, versuche, zu verstehen. there will be a lot of questions rather than ergebnisse.

die bedenken, privates mit offiziellem, content mit selbstdarstellung, risikobehaftetes material vs. unverfängliches concerning privacy bin ich im begriff aufzugeben. Sie werden also darüber hinwegsehen müssen, dasz sich hier :einiges: vermischt. as long as anyway nobody crosses, consider this a complex, which started :before the world stopped turning: um diesen term stephen kings hier zu bemühen. wenn die welt sich weitergedreht haben wird, werden wir das ganze sowieso nocheinmal sehr genau analysieren müssen. solange haben Sie…, habe ich… sehr viel spasz an der uni.



hej ash…, could be my compagnion tonight with the evening dans vieille crematoire, precise salle du colombariom. i feel at home…

go friend, tell when youre wake. were in autumn times…

pretty random post

Pretty scared today.

Do know about what but do not want to confront it perhaps.

A deadline that has been pushed a lot extremely and i am yet to do it. Left with less than 12 hours.

Surely do not want to make it disappointing. After all these months of work.

09313.drauszenpost von steph:

hej the ash: hoping you take a look into your -pretty random postes- again, i contribue some my own. you reminded me of some deadline i was set for today as well. by myself, but it counts, doesit? it does. hope you did finish something to be finished…, st.


Large Time

Today time is stretching into a comfort I didn’t know I remember


Healthy fruit juices are my absolute favourite! And the entire collection of berries look even more delicious. Not sure if I know all the fruits you mentioned, but surely inspires me to buy more fruits.

The chapbook idea sounds great. But i’m yet to write chapbooks proper. Been a while since i wrote something substantial. Soon enough, for sure.

I agree, Dresden was an invigorating experience for me too. I tried getting in touch with them about the AdA again for something, but somehow did not manage to locate their email.

Congratulations about what’s happening at your archive. I hope that you get to do more things with it, since you have been very excited about the idea.

It’s late. Or should i say early? Must sleep. Here is to hoping that time will stay large and get larger even.


Finding the archive today

In (1.) couplets and (2.) touch


I took shelter in your vastness

Yet I cannot nestle like water in sponge


When you hurled some past at me today

I found myself


After devouring you completely, I would be



Did you try your best

To contain me?


Das Wetter ist schön

Not to be so Romantic, but.

But, the idea was to stay asleep earlier than usual.

Which means that things have to descend deep enough that i stay asleep.

I wonder why anyone falls asleep. If it’s like falling in love, yes, i would over and over. But if it is tripping and falling into a ditch of sleep. So either you are bewitched or ditched as you fall asleep. Like a trap/spell.

Why would i rather stay asleep now and fall awake tomorrow?

So that i can fall in love with day again and just trip into it’s might gravity. Falling awake would be a realisation.

Staying asleep is temporary because stays are all temporary. Nobody ever stays at the same place forever, especially when they pretend to.

The lullaby sounds like a lack of deferral. A statis not deferred. A something that stayed. Stayed like a lover who just decided to stay back a moment before you were about to ask him to.

Stay as lofty as a pillow. Stay the breadth of a mattress. Stay the careful size of a personal diary swimming among the whole length of history and beyond. Stay just long enough that you always wish it stays just a little longer.


Dear Steph

(((Kommata 1)))

I know you were looking for a different kommata. I don’t know what it means, but i’m very keen to make my own meaning. Purely coincidental that it attends to your interest in Telugu and the flora of faraway lands. Komma means branch and aata means game. Together they mean branch-game. Not a game that I know of. But recently I read a book by Milan Kundera which ended with “a branch at the entrance of his house [in Denmark] like a held up hand, welcoming him home”.


(((Kommata 2)))

Komma is still branch, but maata is speech / [one’s] word. So, kommata a grammatically incorrect combination of these two, which would mean that it’s the speech of the branch. In motion and in movement. And in whistles and in whispers.

Quick geography lesson. India has several different climatic regions, with vegetations which are same as that of the Sahara desert, the Alps, the Rhine valley, the Amazon, etc., due to varying elevations, latitudes. The type of trees that might describe places I’ve lived in particularly, are deciduous trees. They are known for shedding leaves in summers and go entirely leafless. They apparently do it to save water. Check out Amaltas, that’s the picture I sent you of that glorious yellow tree. Last month, it would have zero leaves and just flowers. Here, the kommata is yellow, naked and so gloriously naked.


(((The field free of certainties)))

Were leaves certainties, the trees are free in summers

Were calendars certainties, we are only free at the end of history

Were we ever free, we would express the universe like any other celestial object

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hej good morning india…,
well yes, i was up for a special -kommata-, voici:

&you could tell me of the -game-: a play? or an animal?

and by that referring to some (habit) of (gens ennuyant) who always feel the need to correct ones speech, as -kommata- would be the correct (traditional) form plurale of -komma- although -kommas- is long since established. im really pissed off people wanting to tell me german. i like (not in the case of using -kommas- (or not) instead of -kommata- when speaking of the (division sign within phrase particles) provoking that phenomenon, because if challenged i dare to claim i know to not make -any- mistakes writing in my mother tongue… (like) being lazy, to bend of grammatic and orthograph rules, but i know them -by heart-. i prove that by intervening your tries in that subject if im allowed to. am i? i think. you wanted to learn, i hope youre into that encore. i needed help (which is embarrassing i know) in the english language as well since i remark certain (incertanties) expressing myself in that hellofamelange im thinking. feel free to note&correct if somethings put too weirdly.
okay, im off in a minute, this for the monday morn… i enjoy this little conversation very much… st.

The missing object

Last night, I bought a small plastic bowl of Mother Dairy Curd, after dinner, and got it all the way up to the room. I somehow remember brining it up. And then i washed my spoon and sat to eat it, and it was gone. Just vanished. Odds are that i forgot it at the shop but I somehow strongly remember brining it all the way up, even as i unlocked the room.

Nostalgia acts in strange ways perhaps. In Odysseus, he longs to go home for 20 years, and he celebrates that pain of solitary longing, each time the specific memories blurring and the emotion deepening. The loss of detail strengthening the magnitude of the longing. If nostalgia works as a dirge for lost memory, then what about deepened memories? The more i remember a detail, it’s not like I have given up my emotion or longing for the lost curd. The longing for it increases.

It’s perhaps in the nature of lost objects to incite longing. The moment they are lost, they call for retreival. Sometimes they throw a challenge. And in search for the lost object, we do things we would not otherwise do. A sense of purpose if it were. I searched the entire room and found many layers of the past i have paused. Or to use a less digital term, maybe they are just halted processes. Notebooks left midway, unopened condoms, souvenirs from long lost friends, part of a Lay’s Chips packet from pointless screen-stuck evenings. An entire architecture of things unused : moved by the longing for one lost object.

Also why is doubt such a bad thing? Isn’t the most fundamental principle in Quantum theories of things, the little I know of it, is the Heisenberg Uncertainty Pronciple? The inability to determine exactly whether something is one or the other. The inability to determine whether i did bring the curd to my room or not.


Let’s hope I did not, and that my room is not haunted at the moment. They say that love is the glorification of the present. Maybe one antidote for nostalgia, not that one can control it, is some such glory of the moment. Love of something, unto something, around something, within something. Some sort of a sigh deepened by a spectacle so simple that it’s loudest sound is a whimper and the brightest light is a lamp flicker.


respond. quick access workout.

well i read your post and i am not glad being adressed like that. calling the performance courageous is the simplest reduction to what could have worked out as description for this elaborate, hard pressed out of MY brains art stuff. ghanks anyway, gib dir das nächste mal mehr mühe, sachlich zu bleiben. und: hier führt kein weg ins clo.


good morning hkw…,

i do not know if i convinced you to leaving the (map) (according to #49, -cleaning woman-) which i somehow managed to (forget) in the upper space. i hope to not (leave) anybody too confused and will empty spind 66 on thursdee, when im trying to (amuse) the gehörlose&blind ones. im fine, thx, the 4tires will be running, no despair…