Suggestion of constitutional amendment: Light-transmissive. Loose ends obvious.
Foam
empty lines
Rewriting stories with empty lines.
edge of the story
At the edge of the story, where something new is about to begin.
soap bubbles
YOU ARE HERE
story, written on ice
My story and yours
still separate, frozen
are starting to melt:
Letters flow away,
sentences gather in puddles…
Our story, one slow current,
trickles into new patterns,
seeps into the ground or evaporates
save for a bit of dust,
and falls down as rain, somewhere.
For the series of photographs “story, written on ice” I wrote on a bloc of ice with Indian ink. I chose two different fragments of German text, one from a family saga by John von Düffel, whose writing usually has to do with water. The other line is from a poem which is better known as the song “The miller’s joy is wandering”. Here are the translations:
Impossible to say, how often I thought of these rivers, how often I dreamt of them, how many nights I was drawn to them, when I was passing through sleeping towns, dry, riverless towns, on the search for water, on the search for the movement of water,(…). My translation from: John von Düffel “Vom Wasser” (On water).
The water teaches us to move, the water. From: Wilhelm Müller “Wandering”
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Monument of Insecurity
Monument of Insecurity. Erected in reverence. Constructed from selfhelp and DIY books, concrete and a pair of shoes.
More pictures here.