Verzweiflungsweinen

May 16, 2018

The Scream

"Noch etwas süsses?" (something sweet?) the bakery saleswoman asks. Then she recoils: "Das habe ich noch nie gesagt..." (I've never said that before.)  

"I never go to libraries," he says, "but I'm interested in libraries as a concept."

"How do you feel about 9am?" my fellow student asks me while entering the class at 9am.

I have time to spend at the museum so I sit down in front of a Cy Twombly. After half an hour I decipher a scribble on The School of Fontainebleau: "How to hold anything," it wonders. 

"I'm always too late," she says, "When I think I have some time left, I start doing something and then suddenly time is gone."

"Das Grenzenlose ist nicht denkbar," (The infinite is unthinkable) says my tantra teacher.  

"When a word doesn't manage to lock something in, music comes about", says C. referring to Roland Barthes. 

"I had a house like this," a Russian countess tells Poirot, "First a house, then a wing in the house, then a room in the wing, and then nothing." "That doesn't make you a thief," says Poirot. "Life itself is a thief," so the countess, "It has taken everything I had."

"I don't want to take the elevator, I prefer stairs," I tell the hotel manager. "He laughs - "You gonna like Venice."

Things fall from the shelves. People fall from their feet. 

My new favourite German word: "Verzweiflungsweinen" (to cry out of despair)

A few days in the country and I start writing symphonies:

1. Symphony of Wind

breeze (p) 
trees (p) 
curtains (pp)

2. Symphony of Summer

flipflops (p)
mosquito (pp)
water (p)

3. Symphony in K-major (7am)

KuKuKu (flies around in circles) 
ruuKuuKuu (stays put in front) 
KwaKwaKwa (travels through) 
Kuu Kuu (on the far left)
Krrr Krrr Krrr  (in the middle)







"Noch etwas süsses?" (something sweet?) the bakery saleswoman asks. Then she recoils: "Das habe ich noch nie gesagt..." (I've never said that before.)   "I never go to libraries," he says, "but I'm interested in libraries as a concept." "How do you feel about 9am?" my fellow student asks me while entering the class at 9am. I have time to spend at the museum so I sit down in front of a Cy Two…
The Scream

"Noch etwas süsses?" (something sweet?) the bakery saleswoman asks. Then she recoils: "Das habe ich noch nie gesagt..." (I've never said that before.)  

"I never go to libraries," he says, "but I'm interested in libraries as a concept."

"How do you feel about 9am?" my fellow student asks me while entering the class at 9am.

I have time to spend at the museum so I sit down in front of a Cy Twombly. After half an hour I decipher a scribble on The School of Fontainebleau: "How to hold anything," it wonders. 

"I'm always too late," she says, "When I think I have some time left, I start doing something and then suddenly time is gone."

"Das Grenzenlose ist nicht denkbar," (The infinite is unthinkable) says my tantra teacher.  

"When a word doesn't manage to lock something in, music comes about", says C. referring to Roland Barthes. 

"I had a house like this," a Russian countess tells Poirot, "First a house, then a wing in the house, then a room in the wing, and then nothing." "That doesn't make you a thief," says Poirot. "Life itself is a thief," so the countess, "It has taken everything I had."

"I don't want to take the elevator, I prefer stairs," I tell the hotel manager. "He laughs - "You gonna like Venice."

Things fall from the shelves. People fall from their feet. 

My new favourite German word: "Verzweiflungsweinen" (to cry out of despair)

A few days in the country and I start writing symphonies:

1. Symphony of Wind

breeze (p) 
trees (p) 
curtains (pp)

2. Symphony of Summer

flipflops (p)
mosquito (pp)
water (p)

3. Symphony in K-major (7am)

KuKuKu (flies around in circles) 
ruuKuuKuu (stays put in front) 
KwaKwaKwa (travels through) 
Kuu Kuu (on the far left)
Krrr Krrr Krrr  (in the middle)







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