Archives for May, 2011
The Stomach
Sunday, May 29th, 2011
I could offer him my tongue – for example, i could twist it to make him laugh. Perhaps i could even mutter some words he’d understand. Or my hand. We could wrestle them, the left one, yes, the left one, so i wouldn’t lose so easily, just in case he’d still have some kicking habits […]
The Heart
Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
So strange. So alone. What would i give provided he comes? What would she want or, at least, accept? One is so helpless in these matters. [audio:http://www.martinrach.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/trash-piano-esc.l.mp3|titles=TRasH PiaNo Esc.]
The Head
Monday, May 16th, 2011
But what is a foreigner? If it is ”who”, does he speak? If it is ”she”, what does she say? In what language, in whose speech? Maybe he – if it is ”he” – speaks violently. If so, would one need to collaborate? If he screams or threatens: you old muck of useless white trash, […]
The hands
Wednesday, May 4th, 2011
What happens when one stops writing? What happens when one starts again? If anything? Not writing. Not loving, dying. What one loses? A chance at becoming foreign and other to oneself? A chance at some life. How are the steps of new life positioned? How one marks the place of a new possibility? By listening […]
The feet
Monday, May 2nd, 2011
Speech call. Is that not how all graphomaniacs start? Hearing the call. No. Feeling the itch. Better now. The old radio. Tune between FM frequencies, but no song. Not a one damn song. All babble. All pussy, tit, love love love, till vomit or ejaculate. Same thing. That don’t arouse me anymore. So much the […]