Kopfkino

thalatta thalatta

she is our great sweet mother
come and look

J.J.

abstand

abstand

abstand

abstand

abstand

She opened her eyes and looked at him slowly.

“Yes,” she said. She paused, watching him all the while, her eyes vague. Then she wiped her fingers across her brow, with a vague weariness. It irritated him bitterly. “It is the mind,” she said, “and that is death.” She raised her eyes slowly to him: “Isn’t the mind–” she said, with the convulsed movement of her body, “isn’t it our death? Doesn’t it destroy all our spontaneity, all our instincts? Are not the young people growing today, really dead before they have a chance to live?”[...]

“When we have knowledge, don’t we lose everything but knowledge?” she asked pathetically.

D. H. Lawrence

“Modellstehen gehört mit zum Therapeutischten, was ich je gemacht habe. Still stehen, und das Stunde um Stunde, immer wieder angeschaut werden, und zwar nicht nur das Gesicht, sondern Schlüsselbein, Ellenbogen, jeder einzelne Finger – das ist einerseits körperlich anstrengend, andererseits irrsinnig entspannend. Wie großartig, mal nicht zuständig zu sein, sondern mich abgeben zu können in fremde Hände. Mal nicht der Fragende und Beobachtende sein, sondern ein Objekt, Anschauungsmaterial, Lichtreflexionsoberfläche: Ich bin sehr da und gleichzeitig sehr weg, beschäftigt mit meinen eigenen Gedanken. Wie ich gucke, weiß ich längst nicht mehr, es ist mir auch egal.”

Meike Winnemuth, Süddeutsche Zeitung Magazin

one day baby, we’ll be old
oh baby, we’ll be old
and think of all the stories that we could have told

WANKELMUT

i never liked jigsaw puzzles anyway.

my kitchen is the most wonderful place on earth.
i have proof.

We had been sitting in this crouching manner for some time, when all at once I thought I would open my eyes; for when between sheets, whether by day or by night, and whether asleep or awake, I have a way of always keeping my eyes shut, in order the more to concentrate the snugness of being in bed. Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed; as if, darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.

H. Melville

It was a wrong number that started it, the telephone ringing three times in the dead of night, and the voice on the other end asking for someone he was not. Much later, when he was able to think about the things that happened to him, he would conclude that nothing was real except chance. But that was much later. In the beginning, there was simply the event and its consequences.

P.A.

First of all there is Blue. Later there is White, and then there is Black, and before the beginning there is Brown. Brown broke him in, Brown taught him the ropes, and when Brown grew old, Blue took over. That is how it begins. The place is New York, the time is the present, and neither one will ever change. Blue goes to his office every day and sits at his desk, waiting for something to happen. For a long time, nothing does, and then a man namd White walks through the door, and that is how it begins.

P.A.