Old stuff

See RubenRemus for more. This piece was inspired by Jimmy Page and the work he did on “Amused to death”.

A home for you

Wouldn’t it be nice. A home for you. Somewhere to go. A place to call your own. Where everybody knows your name.
This will not happen.

Groups will drag you in. You will think of them as your family. And they will betray you.

I know how it sounds. Like I want to keep a tight lid on hope. It’s not that. Hope is fine.. but mostly misdirected.

Hope is for you. You are an ant climbing inside a slippery bucket. You will never know. All your hope is in vain. Because you hope for the wrong things. Because you are blinded.

Three people on a desert island. No hope to ever be saved. A lamp, with a genie. Three wishes.
P1: I wish I was home again.
P2: I wish a was a porn-star fucking all the greatest.

P3: Oh.. it’s so lonely here. I wish they’d come back.

If you can not see: be careful what you wish for.

And they welcome you. They make you feel warm, wanted and OK.
For once in your life.. you are OK.
How much are you willing to pay to be OK?
That will be a question. The question will come. It will come soon.

Who are you ready to offer.. to be OK. This will be demanded. You will be giving names.

Or you can: shut the fuck up!
You can start working!

The waste

Things in writing I have not yet found use for:

“Time is a criminal.
A border is a line.
The subject is perceivable
in any given time.”

Don Camillo painted his
landlord, Al Fresco.
He was a man of many tunes.
He got his groceries from Tesco.

The cheese is full of holes and the trees are full of leaves.
By forcing perspective: we’re all liars and thieves.

We’re on a road to nowhere,
that cat and the mice.
They’re crying at the fun-fare,
by the sea and in the skies.

Now, Nike is a shoe
and Hitler was a jew.
Jesus was from Nazareth,
a pan and a skew.

The mist defied the gravity
of cases full of thieves.

The stage is full of actors, who take apart the roles.
The shoes are fit with souls, and the souls are full of holes.

Creation – taking part

What has been done to creation?
You can create THIS but not THAT. If you create THIS, you will get views, likes and grants. But if you create THAT..

Are you working for views, likes and grants. Then I view you as poison; I like you as the plague and I will grant you a kick in your ass.

As soon as your creation is benefiting you in any way.. you must leave it.

“Oh, look! They dragged this old clown up on stage. He’s gonna do one of his famous tricks. He will pretend to sneeze and then his leg comes off. It’s so funny! I’ve seen it millions of times.”

You don’t conform. You don’t sell out. Creation is not sold.
If you SELL it.. i can SMELL it.

Late summers day

What a wonderful day!
The sun is shining – the crickets chirp.
All the things we can do!
Together, through this perfect day.

But you say: you are stressed-out:
this is your only free day.
So, you focus on the things
you don’t have the energy to do.

You find me just annoying.
You find faults and call ’em true.

That’s us.. on this perfect late summers day.

What a wonderful day!
The apples ripe  and the sunflowers bloom.
There’s walnuts in the trees.
And the shed I built is full of fire-wood.

You sigh and call the apples
a chore too hard to do.
Soon the autumn’s here for real.
And the wind and rain to boot.

It’s my fault, you are tired.
My joy’s too much to handle.

That’s us.. on this perfect late summers day.

Spick and spec

This world is full of people,
my granny used to say.
“You can not know them all
and it is easier that way”.

“They’re joined in constellations
all across the velvet black.
Fixed and in a motion.
They leave and they come back”.

The spiders and the weavers;
the spies and the deceivers;
the owls and the achievers;
the hunters and retrievers.
The spic and spec and multitudes..
and jews.

Some people think they’re chosen
(as if you could chose a plague)
They want to give God biaz
preferring pretzel to a bagel.

They have this holy book,
they wrote themselves. Hurrah!
They say: “Look what God has told us!
It’s the word, it is the law.”

The spiders and the weavers…

What it is

Ferguson, Tribecca, Jones(something) Smith, TELLER.

When I was young. When I was young,
younger than today:
these songs where sung, when I was young.
Is Izzy here to stay?

When I was young. When I was young,
younger than today:
these songs where sung, when I was young.
Is he here today?

(Israël Jung minded his shop)