couldn't believe she had said that
Someone loves me I quite casually
during the last few month before the break down every evening I listened to what she has written
I thought we came closer to each other this way
Someone loves me II never mind why
sometimes I discussed with myself about my fear to sleep alone in the big bed
after a grueling day (Copy)
protected in the shadow of an endless walk up and down
with my hands and my feet I fought against the loss
in my inner being I was surrounded by constantly moving shapes
I cried a lot but it did not help until I understood: I just struggled with some demons which were middle class and tame
there's a lover in the story but the story's still the same
demon I must vomit
demon II with obvious erectile dysfunction
the outer figures break into the inside-space
I showed Nikolaila all the internal organs which have said yes, yes, yes
day and night we walked and talked, not as an idle claim but to survive
I have to repeat just to survive
again and again I fell back in my suffering
Fritz the cat is loved by our black soul
portrait of a lady I which I have met in Milano
portrait of a lady II with her I spent two days in a closed room
portrait of a lady III she knew Andy was shot
portrait of a lady IV nevertheless she gave her lectures
portrait of a lady V I loved to listen to her
portrait of a lady VI what she had to say about Foucault was extraordinary
portrait of a lady VII she told me, for him (Foucault) the rupture was Beckett's Waiting for Godot
portrait of a lady VIII she told me that he (Foucault) said: after all, we are all ruled, and as such, we are in solidarity
self-portrait at the beginning of Winter
deformed self-portrait I at the end of the year
deformed self-portrait II while crossing the border
believe me, Lisa, I remember your face very well
I also remember the reptile-sharp pupil of yours
I had to accept the inside-space was hardly to limit
don't look so afraid there is no reason to suffer anymore
the prettiest flowers aren't they growing in Nicolai's garden?
you will never believe me until you have lost your faith in the pretty things
Nikolaila, let's do something absolutely wrong while we're waiting for the miracle to come
one, who knows where to go leads the one, who don't know
the revealing the machine reveals the Jewish loss and with it our loss at all
the revealing part 14,7
an instruction how to get the trembling under control
one way to carry your father (or was it Christopherus) on your shoulders?
I held my head in my hands my head was terribly heavy
takes him roughly by his arm and leads him away
construction of the narrative I connection from point to point with trembling fingers
construction of the narrative II variation of the trembling all over my body
a brief elaboration of a worm crawling down the cross
the blood of our Savior collected in a fruit bowl
the blood drips out someone should wip up
Coronation act on the day of my inauguration