Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

to avoid seeing Marjorie in person as her condition might be contagious: “Yesterday you wrote in your letter that you are sick and not fe...

Don't stand there with that shit-eating grin on your face, my dear, as if you'd just won the red noise prize. Let me tell you tha...

What is it? A road somewhere in Canada? Shreds from a song to form an inaccurate picture "And we raced the Matapedia – and we were no...

I could feel some melodic drowning coming on today with horrid greatness. With horrid greatness I could feel some melodic drowning c...

We almost missed the revolution. – Paul Hughes In a nightmarish café (garish, gaudy lights, smoke twirls, drone, laughter, cackling) in w...

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For L. "There are three fields I work in," she said, "performance, video and drawing." (Her father prompted with pro...

I’m surrounded by books, many of which I haven’t looked at in years. Not even been aware of. They stand there not making a peep, even t...

That purple haze finally appears to be lifting. Jimi chords are coming closer, the distortion is ebbing away. Soon there will only be on...

so viel hängt ab von einem roten Schub- karren besprengt mit Regen- wasser bei den weißen Hühnern. – William Carlos Williams ...

so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens. – William Carlos Williams Deutsche Ü...

Was von dem roten Schubkarren und den weißen Hühnern abhängt, konnte noch nicht definitiv geklärt werden. Was Regen anrichten kann,...

Ein veristisches Gedicht* Hier kommt nichts vor, das es nicht in unmittelbarer Umgebung gibt. Die Stimme des Pijushakanti Sarkar aus B...

Die Augen, jene wie es nun sei, Sie spielen im Prinzip auch verspielt! Sie rollen! Aristophanes, staune und flieh! Welch göttliches Glüc...

(Etwas aus dem Spanischen zur Erheiterung im neuen Jahr) Die Uhr des Heiligen Panda                        Sie geht nicht! Arme Uhrmache...