Sumi-e Special

Zeichnungen und Gedichten aus 2001-2002
Vorgetragen am „Pecha Kucha Night  – Inspire Japan“ am 16. April 2011

Siehe auch: http://www.pecha-kucha.org/presentations/247

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On top of the Gotanda mountain
sometimes it rains
but not
on my side of the window

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Dear plant
Again, I won’t be here during the day
I hope you will become good friends with the airconditioner
When I leave the house, he will be quit soon

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Deep down in the valleys of the street
The trees grow with heavy crowns
in spite of the shadows
caused by concrete mountains

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the neighbors
Inside: Edo-period
Ourside: Science Fiction

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Behind my apartment there is a street
go straight as long as you can
turn left or right as often as you want
you will never find the exit

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Wild thoughts
suddenly tamed
by the green light’s melody

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I’m running along a canal
greeting people
You always smile back at me

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Poor Yakuza
Sentenced to death
by the Fugu fish judge

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In the middle of town
it grows, blossoms, peeks and screeches
long live the dead

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So many people
those who are lonely
will meet themselves

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Beside the snacks
behind the cookies
piles of bookies
full with sex

hello lover
kiss me, touch me
take me, buy me
says each cover

I came for a drink
So I have a look
to satisfy my thirst

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My sweet turbine
my singing concubine
I listen to your song
and pray: go on, go on, go on

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The information society
made me to a logistic hub
moving Megabites across the world

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I’m sitting, but I’m running
I’m silent, but I’m in rage
I dance and I sing
with a pencil on a page

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Poet, beginner
but: full of inspiration
searches for a beautifull, colourfull
Theme,to play with, to write about
and – who knows what else.

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Sunday becomes Monday
as I’m writing this letter.
It brings me one day
closer to you.

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Oh source of
motivation, passion,
violence, uncertainty,
inspiration, crime
desire, stains, fun, energy
spontaneity, extasy
relations, crises, jalousie
sleeplessness, life.

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An apartment block
a slippery floor
everything moves
can’t get to the door
my childhood nightmare
can happen for real
anytime over here

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Once upon a time there was a small black sheep cloud
and it floated happily ever after

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farewell to ink and paper