I recall that now and I recall everything for what do we have but the past to parent us? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
With heaven in our hearts,life is romancing uswith glimpses ofthe universe dancing. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Écoutez le monde blanchorriblement las de son effort immenseses articulations rebelles craquer sous les étoiles duresses raideurs d'acier bleu transperçant la chair mystiqueécoute ses victoires proditoires trompeter ses défaitesécoute aux alibis grandioses son piètre trébuchementPitié pour nos vainquers omniscients et naïfs ! Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
By giving words the latitude she does, (Marianne) Van Hirtum emphasizes their contagious qualities: they become almost like viruses, with which it is necessary to put oneself in harmony by sympathetic magic if one is not to be overwhelmed. ... What is essential is to become one with the sickness, that is, in the context of language as a whole, to enter into contact with words. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Wer ein Theater füllen will, bedient sich der Dramaturgie. Um es zu leeren genügt Ideologie. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get them to make sense, and no one, not even the person he cared for most, could have pleasure in reading it? What would he do? Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
that stone Buddha deserves all the birdshit it getsI wave my skinny arms like a tall flower in the wind Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Hak cihâna tolıdur kimseler Hakk’ı bilmez / Anı sen senden iste o senden ayru olmaz. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
O the mind, mind has mountains; cliffs of fallFrightful, sheer, no-man-fathomed. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
The heart under your heart is not the one you shareso readily so full of pleasantry & tendernessit is a single blackberry at the heart of a brambleor else some larger fruit heavy the size of a fist Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>
Literature is not a picture of life, but is a separate experience with its own kind of flow and enhancement. Nov 24, 2024 - Fabian Biese>