OFURMENNI

Joyel Moue

Littledoe Headpieces

If you were an Indian - equally ready

and the galloping horses, crooked in the air

every now and then shook over the quivering ground

until you let the spores, because there were no spores

until they threw away the reins, as it were no reins

and no land in front of him as a smooth-mown heath,

even without the horses neck and Horsehead.

vertiginous moments

We are too thin,have no mouth.
Our legs are stiff and knock together.
Our faces are formeless like the stars
crystal points without strength burned basilica.

t.tzara

Ulalume

The skies they were ashen and sober;

the leaves they were crispéd and sere-

the leaves they were withering and sere:

It was night, in the lonesome October

Of my most immemorial year:

It was hard by the dim lake of Auber

In the misty mid region of Weir-

It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,

In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.

Nachtmeerfahrten

Deep in my soul

PINA - Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost - International Trailer from neueroadmovies on Vimeo.

andspyrna

bras en bras avec toi à l'enfer

Kabale u. Liebe

FORGOTTEN BUT STILL ALIVE

Mum and Dad

Hiroshima

Ted and Mary

Margot

Couple of love

Bells of donna

So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking

Racing around to come up behind you again.

The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

P.Floyd

the state of wightnessless

Saga Sig

< und jedem Anfang wohnt ein Zauber inne >

Don't kick sand in ninjas face!

HIGHER THAN THE OTHERS

" I see them load it into your face,
I see them load it into your brain.
Yesterday you have sold your ghost to the commercial devil,
lots of crap music and lots of cheap x-club."

Kap B.

In a nameless city deluged by a continuous rain…

"Der Abend hatte etwas von einem leichten, betäubenden Fieber. Die Sonne hinterließ ihre glitzernden Lichtpartikel auf jedem einzelnen Schaufenster, eine Art goldenes Puder von makaberer Anmut, wie von einem Balsamierer aufgetragen."

THE ANTIC

Berlinde de Bruyckere

L'hauteur

Aber es ist eine noch ungelöste Frage, ob nicht der Wahnsinn die höchste Stufe der Geistigkeit bildet und ob nicht vieles Erhabene, ja, alles Tiefsinnige einer geistigen Erkrankung oder auf Kosten des gemeinen Verstandes übersteigerten Gemütsstimmungen zuzuschreiben ist. Jene Menschen, die am Tage träumen, wissen um vieles, was denen, die nur nachts träumen, verborgen bleibt. In ihren nebelhaften Traumgeschichten erhaschen sie einen Schimmer der Ewigkeit und werden beim Erwachen erschauernd gewahr, dass sie auf der Schwelle des Geheimnisses gestanden haben. In Bruchstücken wird ihnen viel von der Weisheit des Guten, mehr noch von der Erkenntnis des Bösen vermittelt. Ohne Kompaß und Steuer segeln sie in das weite Meer des unbeschreiblichen Lichts hinaus, und wiederum, wie in den Abenteuern des nubischen Geographen, "aggressi sunt mare tenebrarum, quid in eo esset exploraturi" - sie drangen in das Meer der Finsternis vor, um zu ergründen, was darin zu finden wäre.
E.A. Poe - Eleonora

L. Podhajsky

Collide

Sebastian Klemm

It smells like rain. It sounds like rain. It even tastes like rain. And yet we are perfectly dry. It's mind over matter, Fogg. We've finally done it! We've cracked the secret of the universe!
(P. Auster - Moon Place)

An endless trip

< There are more people alive now than have ever lived - I read that somewhere and instantly thought it impossible but if it were to be true, I wonder that, if we keep living this fast, no-one will have time to die/I've met people whose lovers died in war and I've wondered what this helplessness could be like - one minute there's a whole life entwined with yours and the next, just a space and scattered clues/When I watch old films in which animals appear, I get sad because those animals are certainly dead now - and that certainty prompts my private epitaph and I have to say it out loud : That dog is dead, that cat is dead, that horse is dead...> P. Magic