Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Photography. Show all posts
Thursday, 8 November 2018
Sunday, 7 October 2018
Wednesday, 26 September 2018
Tuesday, 14 August 2018
Friday, 3 August 2018
Monday, 16 July 2018
Saturday, 7 July 2018
Saturday, 3 March 2018
No Color, No Light, by Oceans of Slumber
Limbs out stretched and reaching for the sun,
But only a glimmer remains.
Tethered to this place of neglect,
Roots reaching no sustenance.
Come away with me,
I’ll show you where,
The waters run forever.
Aged by fire.
Warped by winds.
Forced to strive to live against,
This insidious way,
This perilous fight,
This treacherous place of your demise.
Along the cracks decay begun,
Warped and weathered shades of holding on.
Your rings of age will grow no more,
Outnumbered from the nevermore.
Aged by fire.
Warped by winds.
Forced to strive to live against,
This insidious way,
This perilous fight,
This treacherous place of your demise.
Where I come from, are branches made of gold.
A sign of the remnant, sun, sun, sun.
The waters run, your roots will never thirst.
A stream of forever, ever more.
Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…
I am calling, head my calling.
Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…
I am calling, head my calling.
I have conquered it, your days will have no end.
A sign of the remnant, sun, sun, sun.
Oh evergreen, reining tower of the sky.
Your roots reach forever, ever more.
Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…
I am calling, head my calling.
Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…
I am calling, head my calling.
Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…
I am calling, head my calling.
Don’t wait, don’t wait, don’t wait…
I am calling, head my calling.
Limbs out stretched and reaching for the sun,
But only a glimmer remains.
Come away with me,
I’ll show you where,
The waters run forever.
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Tuesday, 6 February 2018
Thursday, 30 November 2017
Jack Kerouac, by Allen Ginsberg
Inscription by Allen Ginsberg, quoted by the Allen Ginsberg Project
Jack Kerouac, Avenue A across from Tompkins Park New York, his handsome face looking into barroom door – this is the best profile of his intellgence as I saw it sacred, time of Subterraneans writing [1953]
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Sunday, 22 October 2017
Saturday, 5 August 2017
In the silence I'll atone, collapse, embrace
Indulge securely this apology
Where silence is salient
Where silence is still
Indulge this offering
Forgive my silence
Embrace the atonement
Embrace the silent
Embrace the outpour
Vacate the angst
Atone and sing
Confess and rest your sweetly wings
Sometimes I think that these stars
Are calling me back, calling me home
Please accept this small offering,
The dim light of gods
Come now and rest
Come rest well
Sometimes I think these stars
Are fireflies of home calling me
In the silence I'll atone, collapse, embrace
Wednesday, 12 July 2017
The 1000 Gestalten protest at the G20 summit
Excerpt from 1000 GESTALTEN at G20-summit: get rid of your shells!
The crusted shapes shall represent a society that has lost their believe in solidarity and in which everyone fights for their own progress only. In the course of the performance they dropped off their grey costumes where underneath their colorful t-shirts appeared. In this way they symbolically freed themselves from their petrified structures. [...]
Our campaign is a further symbol for the fact that many people do not want to put up with the destructive impact of capitalism any longer. What will save us in the end is not our account balance but someone who will offer their holding hand.
Saturday, 8 July 2017
Capitalism kills: protest against the G20 summit
Excerpt from Hamburg City Strike- Call
Day by day, we become witnesses of a policy that is publicly expressed at the G20 summit in July. Our life is characterized by a growing precariousness, which has long since expanded beyond our working lives. Social welfare is decimated bit by bit, public space is increasingly privatized, and austerity policy propagates the lack of alternatives to these and other measures. In order to keep the wheel of capitalism running, and to draw profits despite the growing crises, our social living conditions are increasingly becoming the goal of exploitation.
As the promises of growth and prosperity cannot be fulfilled any more even in the Metropolises, which causes modification of the state and society’s regulation framework, right-wing populism, militant nationalism and authoritarian paradigms are thriving in Europe, the US and Asia. Economic-political protectionism as well as the eviction of migrants including the construction of border fences are called for. Internally, anything not fitting the norm, anything queer or just non-conformist is under suspicion.
Wednesday, 7 June 2017
No wars, no limits, no borders
I wish I had wings to fly away, far away
Meet smiley faces who never ask where I came from;
not to ask about colour, race, or religion
What difference does it make if we're all humans?
No wars, no limits, no borders.
Earth is everyone's right.
Monday, 5 June 2017
Wednesday, 17 May 2017
Friday, 28 April 2017
Friday, 7 April 2017
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