schule für dichtung
vienna poetry school
Sinking in the sink tank has an element of training the swamp from the days when Adi years after his demise was still an honorary burger of the town where Sinker number won was mayor. Unaware? Sinking how to spin the pokies to make them light the end of the tunnel when the phones go mad. Does the tank stink when it grows up? Or is that being pre-juiced?
pre-juiced needs to be word of the year! you go around already liquid before hitting a single car! everyone, look how this kind of soundplay makes a text so krisp like first frost. i asked everyone to add a metatext explaining what the text is supposed to do, how it is intended to work, what kind of a situation it is built to create. because this is a workshop open to all kinds of texts there needs to be some kind of clarification of the respective goals. so i ask you to add also a bit of orientation, perhaps in the comments, in order to continue the conversation.
so witzig sylvia! kein slave of the rhythm -
kein Rhythmus wo ma mitmuss
bald hau ich in die tasten
irgendwas mit muskatnuss
Es ist immer erfrischend, die deutsche Sprache zu verlassen, das wissen sogar Manager und Psychoseminarleiter.
There seems to be a certain danger, when talking about texts in free form, that one ends up criticizing people's souls or character, I try to keep it about the behaviour, but since texts in the best case conserve and convey gestures and attitudes, often quite subconsciously, it is really hard to coordinate indiscriminate respect for humans and whatever their situation and background may have led to with a discriminating, perhaps capricious view of texts. But that is what text is for, and especially what an anonymous place like this has merit for.
Fortunately there is a tradition of calligraphy where it is precisely gestures that are the focus of applause and criticism. and if it is mentioned that the ideal could be the first line of a toddler with a pen, then we can talk about the difference between her and an old fool trying to behave like a toddler with a pen, and maybe see if we can think about there being a kind of demon, in us, that has the focus and energy and logical superpower of a toddler with a pen, but that we as containers of world knowledge must lift to exactly the right place for that line to be effective in.
Like in Tennis, - ok I know only table tennis - you are supposed to run to a place where you can hit the ball with ease. Not be stretching all over the place just in order to stay standing where you think you are.
If they would stop toddling then maybe I might rest my pecking at this chicken/egg thing.
Well, since I think that even breathing is political, especially these daze, I try and make fun of the latest political boo boos that become apparent throughout the transparent clothes worn by the powers that be. In that mind set, it's amazing how the words play. Pre-juiced is an example. Heaven knows how this can be fanged in German. I'm glad you get my drift. Interestingly, not many in the anglo sphere do. So I feel comfortable in this online limbo.