Das Wir


Das Wir erspart
dem Ich das Ich
das Nachfühlen
von was auch immer
wie auch immer
immer etwas anderem.

Das Wir
erste Buchstaben
bis das Erste
Ursprung, Vorsprung
mittig sitzen
im Nest
und die Schlüssel aufweichen lässt.

Das Wir
ist schließlich
größer als ich
bei mir
nicht anders
nichts Schlimmes.

Das Wir
spannt nicht
legt sich
nicht quer
wenn es auf mich sinkt
in mich dringt
mich wärmt


Zuccotti Park

the sun is shining
temperatures are low
winter in new york city

clerks, traders, tourists, tramps
the sculpture double check
on the lunch break
on the dole
on the edge
of this stone desert
shiny granite blocks to sit on
shiny blocks to put sandwiches
chinese fast food, backpacks, bags, purses, mobiles on

no flowers yet
just shiny stones
filled with brushwood
greenish scrubs
no plastic cups, no wraps, no left-overs, no rubbish

one block from the world phallus center
the old one
the hole one
the holes called memorial pools
the new one called one world phallus center

the one to build up
with safety
in safety
to ensure safety
banking security
with dead certainty
it will reach out for the sky

shadowing zucotti park
like on 9/11
when debris and ashes
covered the shanks
of this granite island
between broadway, trinity place, cedar street and liberty street

born in 1968
under the name liberty plaza park
of united states steel

reborn in 2006
of brookfield office properties
renamed zucotti park

the properties dropped the liberty
to name drop
to call the park after their chairman john e. zuccotti

the one percent
named and renamed
their private park for public use
their stone desert

below stones
between stones
when it´s sunlit
otherwise it´s dreary
except for two months
long after the name-dropping

in September 2011
people fell upon the park
brought banners, bedrolls
tarps, tents
peaceful barricades
a library

to stay
for a spring
in fall

arab spring technique
no violence
safety for all participants
promised earlier by an anonymous call

there it was
liberty again

bands played
people discussed
laptops sat on granite blocks
protest buttons were spread out
food for thought
food was served
bronze man double check

people came
unrolled their banners
stretched their bedding
covered the adamant stones
hay dated

fall became spring
a sit-in
a sleep-in
a wake-up call
to remind the one percent
of them
their fears, pains, wishes, longings and love
their existence

99 percent as one
addressed one
protesting for justice, jobs, equality
against greed, corruption, poverty
environmental devastation

the #ows
for a better society
a global change
an ethic of commons
a world that dignifies it´s occupiers

99 percent as one
addressed one
for a  change of thinking
for a change of things
for worldwide humanity

they called for more
on streets, in corners, in backyards, in homes

to go against conspiracies
between politicians, police and properties
businessmen and businessmen
to break their shady dealings
to build upon the demolition debris
a new society

the no place
the impossible according to judith butler

impossible demands
they demanded them
within a spring in fall
on the edge
of this stone desert
once again
called liberty plaza park

within a timeframe
a frame with a prospect
single frames
with unspoiled sights
they were true

in october the properties called their buddy
the mayor of new york
they uttered
their concerns
about the cleanness of the park
“it has not been cleaned since friday, september 16th, and as a result, sanitary conditions have reached unacceptable levels”

oh, ah, öh

the ows yawned
they sat-in
they slept-in
gave their wake-up calls
as usual
that spring

a girl tied a fresh bandana
around double check´s eyes
the sculpture
cast by a one percenter´s grandson
an uncle of a one percenter´s filmmaker

john s. johnson II ceded his artwork
to merrill lynch
in the eighties
to posh up liberty plaza park

no need for double check
that spring
in fall
the bandana girl knows
no need for control
external schedules

her formula is:
her heyday is:
her beauty
her blooming

the beauty
the blooming
of the actual liberty park

on november 15th
this beauty was spoiled
this blooming was blight
the nypd wiped the ows out
cleaned the park

for the tramps, clerks, tourists, traders
the bronze double check
of today

done with liberty
back to john e. again

doesn´t it look arcadian
so spick and span
shiny granite blocks
under sunny skies
despite winter
welcoming benign individuals
to stay
preferably by daylight

the properties pay
poor people
to clean
their pseudo public park
every weeknight
according to their plans

zuccotti park
to shine
to fake springtime
to wait
for new shadows
to be built
for the debris and ashes
that will follow

if not a secret overlies
this park
a memory that may be future
a dream of indulgence
the softness of banners and bedrolls
of bandanas
the softness of liberty
of summer.

The Search


A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose?
The cold air stung us and we played till our bodies glowed?
For sale: baby shoes, never worn?
In half an hour, Lazlo is coming to read me?

This is a house?
This is my house?
Ésta es mi casa?
C´est ma maison?
Das ist mein Haus?
Haus zu verschenken?
We just bought a house?

Das ist Hans?
Hans liebt Eva?
Brautkleid bleibt Brautkleid?
Blaukraut bleibt Blaukraut?

She sells sea-shells on the sea-shore?
Ibsens ripsbusker og andre buskvekster?

Do geese see God?
Madam in Eden, I’m Adam?

I love you?
All I know is that I know nothing?
This statement is false?
Wovon man nicht sprechen kann, darüber muss man schweigen?

Alea iacta est?
Rien ne va plus?
Handle nur nach derjenigen Maxime, durch die du zugleich wollen kannst, dass sie ein allgemeines Gesetz werde?
Panta rhei?

When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation?

War is over?
War does not determine who is right – only who is left?

We are the 1 percent?
We are the 99 percent?
We are the people?
I am what I am?

All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights?
Freedom is not just another word for nothing left to lose?
The Norwegian Nobel Committee has decided that the Nobel Peace Prize for 2011 is to be divided in three equal parts between: Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, Leymah Gbowee and Tawakkol Karman for their non-violent struggle for the safety of women and for women’s rights to full participation in peace-building work?
A people free to choose will always choose peace?
And we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing?
Turn on, tune in, drop out?

Life is a beautiful virus?
No time for losers, ´cause we are the champions of the world?
The show must go on?
She’s a killer queen, gunpowder, gelatine, dynamite with a laser beam guaranteed to blow your mind anytime?

He is still breathing?
She is still alive?
The bride may kiss the broom?
A baby is born?

1 + 1 = 2?
1 + 1 = 3?

A baby is born crying out for attention?

22 – 11 = 11?
22 + 47 = 69?

E = m  ∙ c²?
∆x ∙ ∆p ≥ h/2π?

What is a perfect sentence?
What is the perfect sentence?

Is there a perfect sentence?
Who decides?

You decide.
Read from the start.
Write from the start.

deep fear. power play


father says
your train
doesn´t leave before seven

bent forward
his hand on mine
his eyes searching

in me
for a display of affection
my smile is not good enough
my promise
i call you
from home

this is your home
it used to be
it always will be

i shake my head
try a few new smiles
don´t go

his eyes say
his hands
now two of them

on my right
that trembles
there is time enough
for us

his eyes

i smile
without having fun

it´s no fun
something sticks in my throat
my hand hesitates
unable to recede
his hands force mine
to stay
it doesn´t even hurt

my hand knows
this strain too well

for a while
too long
not long enough

never enough

six forty-five
i get up
i go

the train schedule
her strongest argument

his hands on hers
he says nothing