Réflexions sur l'art/l'etre/peut-etre actuel

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Some post-Paris thoughts and impressions. I used magazines found in Paris and some prints of photos taken there. (I also still had some tiny prints of Jean-Poil, but I guess 4 more cats on there would have been too much.) Well, the woman is not only in the main focus of the collage, she reflects this strange, feminist zeal in me which has been growing in the past months... Alison Bechdel's Dykes and Sarah Waters' interview, several incidents on the street, the exposition Elles at Centre Pompidou... well, it's all around. Many times I've started to laugh when I caught myself thinking in this oh-so-strange and unfamiliar revolutionary way...
:) see, this is what I mean. To see these sentences actually written down does not make them seem a lot less ridiculous than in my head. And yet- why not just try out? See where these impulses will lead me to? Collage-making really fits together with this idea nicely. It is so difficult to find or make anything completely new, it seems a lot of times that the only possible way to be creative in all this mess is to re-use things, re-model old roles and ideas. This is what a collage allows you to do: Work with gathered impressions and materials to eventually shape them into something completely new. Playing with little parts and pieces and memories and feminisms.

Voila: Reflexions sur l'art/ l'etre/ peut-etre actuel.
(Je suis une femme/ pour le meilleur/ sans doute bien cherche./ Dans la tete / Dans mon coeur)

The Yellow Wallpaper and The Red Cape

red cape helps to write papers. really. really. I can do it :)

Regina grain, regain rain rein reign

"I should peddle butterflies- there's a shortage in the city"

Oh how I'm aching to pupate... A grain of Regina saved me once again from strolling too deep into rainy thoughts... So I thought to share some of her thoughts, make them yours too.. and "the words float out like holograms"

"Has it always been this way? Is it possible that all this magic went unnoticed? Maybe now things'll start to change and life will turn a better page no more rage" -pickles can change your lives too, give them a chance! Go down the condiment aisle or find a condiment isle and flirt with those lovely green gherkins. Take them to bed, read out to them, have some intimate moments. And soon you will conclude that "love is the answer to a question that I have forgotten and I know I've been asked so the answer has got to be love...."

"I've got a perfect body, but sometimes I forget, I've got a perfect body 'cause my eyelashes catch my sweat" yes they do. eventually. lick someone's eyebrows to find out. "or lick a rock or both."

Looking forward to Paris: "Down in Paris they walk fast that is, unless they're walking slow, and in cafés they look away that is, unless they look right in, and in the corners I get lost that is, unless I'm getting found". I want to be there. Now. Nevermind communication issues: "they think I'm saying hello and goodbye. All I'm really saying is: joizjeoijdfoesjssfjjsjf". Stay true to yourself and even through lipstick. "when I wear lipstick no one understands me". Maybe that's also because I live in my own world. There I'm known and understood..

!!!: "people are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous, people are just people like you"


lyrics from Regina Spektor <3

Topfenknödelliebesgruß

sugary dumplings of love- food is life is love is random

Der Gefangene

Oftmals hab ich nachts im Bette
Schon gegrübelt hin und her,
Was es denn geschadet hätte,
Wenn mein Ich ein andrer wär.

Höhnisch raunten meine Zweifel
Mir die tolle Antwort zu:
Nichts geschadet, dummer Teufel,
Denn der andre wärest du!

Hilflos wälzt ich mich im Bette
Und entrang mir dies Gedicht,
Rasselnd mit der Sklavenkette,
Die kein Denker je zerbricht.


(Frank Wedekind
Aus der Sammlung Die vier Jahreszeiten.
Frühling.)

Um Verwortung der Einsamkeit, der Tragik, der Ironie, der Komik, der Fülle ringend, fand ich mich im Badezimmer wieder, in den Spiegel starrend. Ein Uhr dreißig, eigentlich wollte ich schon lang schlafen, fällt mir nach einer leeren Zeit weißer Kachelluft ein. Der Kopf saß schon wieder so voll, dass weder was rein noch was raus geriet. Spinnereien.

Ich musste an die Wasserplanze denken. Ich hatte vor ein paar Monaten eine kleine, Salat-ähnliche Wasserpflanze gekauft und in eine simple Glasvase gesteckt. Schon nach wenigen Tagen begann die Pflanze zu wachsen, nach und nach aus ihrer Aquarienwelt hinaus in die Welt. Mittlerweile ist der Teil in der Luft bedeutend größer als der unter Wasser- dort beginnen beginnen die ersten, untersten Blätter zu verrotten. Spinnerei. Deutlich keine Wasserpflanze, keine Kiemenatmerin, keine Atlantis-bewohnerin. Bin gespannt wo sie hinwill.

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neustart - another try - opnieuw