Любовь ▓ lolita. miami
beaches straying by desert-nights ... sentience ... days elapsed.
as wind mourns black-west to white-east ... thoughts clasping imperfect perfection.
if only vision to see; howling silence?
if only life to live; bliss of nonentity.
beaches of straying congestion ... truth ... mind on image.
clay eternity for black-soul-white.
"lucille: jage sie alle for(d)!!!"
arthur ... rimbaud, oder schopenhauer?
wähle du einen aus, lucille!
mir ist scheißegal, ob tisch schläft, oder nicht.
welt als wille zur vernunft ...
sei lieber vernünftig, lucille!
der tag bricht an und ab noch dazu.
blow up the whole world, michelangelo!
und dieses mal bin ich dran, lucille.
ob du es willst, oder nicht. warum ... why?
liebe ist niemals vernünftig in filmen.
just beatnics on a boring trip -
beschimpfe sie alle, lucille!!!
sica, das große fressen, lucille ...
laden wir sie doch alle ein!
zuerst die toten, lucille - verschwendung.
dann die lebenden, lucille - doppelte verschwendung.
und erstmals lasse sie alle ziehen,
lucille, jage sie alle fort!!!
ford, fort ... wo ist da der unterschied?
jage sie alle fort, fort ... weit weg,
lucille ... nimm mich ... lucille
und jage alle anderen fort!!!
das größte verbrechen
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an geld
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an ruhm
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an erfolg
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an eigentum
drum ist die welt arm
und die menschen sind schlecht
ich vermeide es zu sagen, doch ich habe leider recht
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an kraft
um zu beweisen, was man geschaffen hat
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an gier
um zu protzen als einzige hier
drum ist die welt arm
und die menschen sind schlecht
ich vermeide es zu sagen, doch ich habe leider recht
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an reichtum
um zu beweisen, dass wir wissen was tun
das größte verbrechen ist der mangel an macht
um zu vergessen wie gott einst gelacht
drum ist die welt arm
und die menschen sind schlecht
ich vermeide es zu sagen
doch ich habe leider recht
habe leider recht
leider recht
UNGERECHT!!!
they
they drive their cars
from one way to the other
they smoke their cigarettes
don´t even bother
if you dare to ask
they put on their mask
if you dare to laugh
it´s on your behalf
why am I here
if there´s nothing to hear?
why am I still trying
if there´s no one crying?
what´s the sense to all of this
about freedom and a kiss?
they teach you what is right or wrong
that´s why I wrote this song
to show you, as I would say
that everywhere and everyone
is just
they
beggers can´t be choosers
it´s about time to throw away the crown
this shattered world just brings me down
my ticket´s booked for the ride
but where will I hide?
little boy, little boy, where have you been?
I´ve been down to london to visit the queen
feeling tired of the things I saw
living life on a whire
the last word I´ll drawl?
honey pie, honey pie, where do you go?
back to shanghai ´cause THEY told me so
walking down the street still standing on my feet
waiting for the sign so late in time
little bird, little bird, what have you seen?
I saw the truth in the heart of berlin
I thought, I understood
I thought ... I thought, I could
it´s time to leave this world
it´s time to steal away
let´s go get lost
somewhere far away
alice = blood / tom = money
i am waiting for a man …
his name is not alice alice = blood
i am waiting for a woman
her name is not tom
when we die, everything we
take with us is ourselves, tom = money
then why am i still waiting
and waiting for a man?
if alice is blood, and tom
is money, then who am i? alice & tom = a man
i am waiting for a man
that will come; patience yells
a man is coming
i am running
a man is here a man # death
i am out of fear
alice is dead
tom is a man
if alice is blood and tom is money
then why am i still waiting for a man?
die unerträglichkeit des seins
wo die ewigkeit mit dem meer verschmilzt
und das unmögliche das unerträgliche verdrängt
gibt es leben.
das unerträgliche ist, dass nichts
unerträglich ist
den weg der blauen schleier
wollte ich gehen; die wüstensonne brennt
meine bedürftigkeit nieder und atmet auf,
doch die unsterblichkeit wiederkehren wird
das zeitalter des schreiens und der illusionen
bricht an, und ab noch dazu ...
die unerträglichkeit des seins lässt hoffen
auf ein besseres leben
23 memories for eternity 23 erinnerungen für die ewigkeit 23 de amintiri pentru eternitate
why, warum, porqué and 25 … organic bleeding
black rain of the mind. LIFE is rot und schwarz
west and east … two dying worlds und trotzdem
bestimmt immer noch sein bewußtsein – no way out
natura morte – god est und projektionen des ich
die kausalität 1, 2, 3, 4 … silencium, un desen cubic
ELECTRONIC LOVE and coke, die welt kann mich nicht verstehen
und zarathustra, maoism and communism … die grüne krone
universe, the red and blueish heart – here is mr. Black White
1. world – 2. world – 3. world – 4. world, halt an bei nr. 3
the soul is the only existent truth etc. etc. etc.
+ and – and a border – green continent and white
door on green ground; a black butterfly with red wings.
die blaue krone schweift ab zu b., b., b.
file closed: wir – 3; du – 3 and a red Telefone
23 memories for eternity and a vision
23 erinnerungen für die ewigkeit und ein traum
23 de amintiri pentru eternitate şi un ideal
colourful … honest … unique and lebensberechtigt
for the next 1200 years.
vortex sutra
the beginning ...
... the end
der reiche poet und der arme prolet
der reiche poet kaufte jenen ort
der arme prolet erschuf das wort;
doch jener ort vermisste das wort
und jagte den reichen poeten fort!
der arme prolet wusste nun bescheid,
dass jenes wort nichts anderes war als neid;
drum machte er sich auf die suche nach dem reichen poeten,
begegnete aber überall bloß armen proleten!
der reiche poet erreichte das ende der welt
sprach mit …, erfuhr: “das wort wurde erneut bestellt”
und machte sich auf die suche nach dem armen proleten,
traf an allen ecken und straßen nur reiche poeten!
der arme prolet fragte alle anderen armen proleten,
ob sie wüssten, wo zu finden seien die reichen poeten?
da antworteten die armen proleten sofort:
„verschwinde von diesem ort !“
der reiche poet und der arme prolet
trafen niemals aufeinander, sie liefen einander vorbei,
als der tod sie aufsuchte und fragte: „wieso bin ich nicht dabei ?“
da war es schon zu spät!
COLAJUL NOCTURN
atunci când vrei să afli adevărul,
te scufunzi intr-un cerc vicios.
când vrei să înfrunţi minciuna,
te ridici deasupra credinţei.
răsplata pentru cei încercaţi de soartă
este clipa.
răsfăţaţii vieţii survolează
suprafaţa, ocolind dreptul de a visa.
a sosit timpul pentru un nou ecou -
iluzia egalităţii şi a dreptăţii
s-a scurs printre frunzele unei toamne verzi
deasupra colajului nocturn.
aspiraţiile publicate pătrund în
conştiinţa noastră zi de zi,
lăsând în urmă gustul
dulce-amăriu al
“desişului timpuriu”.
PREZENTUL TAINIC
amurgul nocturn mă întâmpină cu braţele încrucişate în această dimineaţă târzie, confruntând două zeci şi trei de milioane de destine răsfirate în jarul portocaliu al lemnului încins. o rugăciune discretă în faţa mormântului unui filozof eclectic – schitul păltinişului
– NI • KA • HS • IS; „stimate d-le Noica, permiteţi întrebarea?!“
în goana roţilor automobilului mă înclinasem spre geamul sintactic. un Răşinari conglomerat; „oare mai aderăm, d-le Cioran?!“ şezând pe piatra lemnoasă a buturugii întemniţate, în faţa porţii de lemn – un decor [silva] ; când în ochii albaştri ai tatălui privind, eternitatea îmi mângâiase raţiunea / domnul profesor îmi arătase acele tainice locuri – case de lemn, informatorii şi mitropolitul: „înalt, înzestrat şi sfânt“; ne întrebăm: „au trecut odioşii ani, oare?“
cugetăm: – un Eliade disperat în India. Sorescu se îneacă în deşertul amintirilor mele. – un Caragiale sărman, umblând desculţ pe uliţă. – un Goga; un Coşbuc; un Petrescu – „mda, sunt morti!“ şi acel Rebreanu – Blaga zămbeşte metafizic dinspre codru Eminescu bântuie prin vitrinele chioşcurilor de cărţi de la Păltiniş. sufletul mi-amar de atâta mioritic descântec.
tată şi fiu la altitudine – o noapte în faţa televizorului. videoclipuri: gagici, miştocari – „DA – DA!“ cabana – solitudinea apoteotică a pietrelor de pe masa din sufragerie.
TRECUTUL … REFLECŢIA LUNII
un ultim şi înzestrat sfârşit de seară,
pantoful doborât de lumina, ce coboară
din aerul încins al camerei întunecate;
stai întins, deschizi trecutul . . . cazi pe spate.
mai vrei să auzi glasul, să miroşi marea,
căutând cu privirea provocarea.
urmează cuvântul şi vei reflecta
albastrul infinitului.
reflecţia sumbră a unei banale lumini,
visezi spre imortalitate . . . umbre despicate, spini.
trezesc în tine zbuciumate provocări,
în timpul cugetândei tăceri.
amintiri roşii, cenuşii păreri de rău,
relflecţia lunii şi a umerului tău.
glasul transparent,
câteva gânduri răsfirate pe un şemineu.
fumul de ţigară coboară spre nori,
blândeţea profilului tău.
ne întrebăm:
ce semnifică acest poem?
car crash
i am sick of sunday afternoons in the zoo
and birthday cakes; i am tired of gas station
yellow and shopping centers in the entire nation.
i am full of train station tobaco stores named “uncle lou”
the zoo is sunday afternoons sick of me uncle lou
the zoo is sunday afternoons sick of lou
the zoo is sunday afternoons sick uncle
the zoo is sunday afternoons tobacco
the zoo is sunday
the zoo is
the zoo
the words are not enough
the words enough, room yellow
two person-room
one is enough
are not no
are yes
yes, we are! no
cra carmen and julia
zy? rme n uli
m l
are you looking for the silent man?
no more
and
more are you looking for the silent man?
and
and
more!
machinery segmentation
SEGMENT I
obliteration-control
escaping through civil mind.
salvation-creation; if?!
monotheistic rapture; random … paste …
everywhere! noisy trees behind
yellow fences; temporary brain-files
into the void of dead formalism:
NIE – EIN SELTSAM
EINSAM EINS AN MANNFRAU. INS »»»»»»»»»»»» NIEMANDSLAND
ES ENTSAND. DANN ¤¤ ¤¤ STEINDIENST? NIE!
seasons in vision-castles;blue circlet tonight, twice!
reasons for transgression: uncertain progressive.
fashionable those hard and fast rules!
peroration: “your mine is my yours”
SEGMENT II
neopostmodern mass-hedonism catching up with eur@merica more – every day – and more!!!
transfigurative ahead compression.
on them figures brain-ceiling,trying hard to catch up.
ERNEUT: Erneuerung!!! NEU! NEU! NEU!
SEGMENT III
Language languag langua langu lang lan la l ı .
. ı l la lan lang langu langua languag LANGUAGE
Die Sprache sodann der Sprache. Aha! Ha-Hi-Ho-Ha!
delusion and sense
god is marx … opium is sex … suicide is shit … insanity is!
suicide is sex … god is shit … opium is marx …
is insanity?
god is sex … opium is shit … suicide: is marx insane?
god is insanity …
suicide is insanity …
opium is insanity …
sex is insanity …
god sex opium suicide
marx
is
dead!
the beginning of the sun
red walls all over the place
i sit alone and dream awake,
stare in the mirror, see no face
must have lost it in the lake
can you see the spot above
and besides a white dove?
then for sure you must be insane
don´t think too much, turn off your brain!
a e e a
w v s v w
jump inside these waves
and right now leave those caves,
undress your soul, my friend
and tell everyone, it´s not the end
of everything and everyone
but the beginning of the sun
the beginning of the sun …
green fire
time-blank thoughts pass through
bitter tasting mouth of mankind
space opens for a moment
embracing the void
water empty people
hiding mirror
friendship memories
disappear in the green fire
sleeping in the green fire
burning down all desire
all desire
in the green fire
fire & desire
desire
green fire
who are you?
ONLY
when time rolls
down of emptiness and rain
the hill to the valley falls
into the fields the hill down
of dreams, up from the sky
when time climbs like a blue carpet
only
you you you
me me know me me
truth truth the truth truth
the answer is
next next next to the next next next
question
and for
that i will
hate
you you you you you you you
but one day you will realize,
that i am your only true friend
from the early beginning to the very end
einsam
einsam betrete ich die schwelle zum leben
einsam vertiefe ich mich in gedanken
einsam betrachte ich die menschen tag für tag
einsam spiele ich mit worten, die keiner mag
öffne die augen
einsam erinnere ich mich an eure sünden
einsam zähle ich die ersten stunden
einsam höre ich den letzten glockenschlag
einsam öffne ich das buch, das unten lag
schließe die augen
einsam verlasse ich dieses leben
einsam höre ich nie auf zu streben
einsam betrachte ich mich im spiegel
und einsam verachte ich eure regeln
nachdenkend
öffnend
schließend
lachend und weinend
schreibend und meinend
pain, elevation and wine
what is going on?
are there any complains shut up!
or unsatisfied needs,
ladies and gentlemen?
why should someone care,
who already lost everything
to the poor and sick, who cares?
who gave away his soul
to the crazy and insane?
so let me introduce myself
to those who still kneel down
in front of the green fire:
you can call me white or black
you can taste me sweet or sour
you can save me or kill me
you can give me truth or lies
but after all, writing is not killing …
TILMAN OTTO WAGNER
*1977 Sibiu, Romania. Living and working in Vienna, Austria.
Other Publications:
Brecht, der unbequeme Zeitgenosse (2010)
The Beat Generation in a Scholastic Analysis (2010)
Experimental Poetry, Neo_Poetics and Cuts (2011)
Sechs Kurzgeschichten (short prose, 2011)
De Ira Deorum (novel, 2011)
Aufbruch (novel, 2013)
Impressum
Texte: copyright 2011 by Tilman Otto Wagner
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 18.06.2011
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