Manafonistas

Unter welchem Namen ich vorgestellt werden möchte? La Loca. The only one. Ewiger Nomade. Sometimes, Los Angeles. Ein Flügel, aufgelöst im Licht. I just want to play with you. Theoretisierend einen Rausch zu entfesseln. An deine Sprache zu glauben. Das Gleichgewicht kippt. Und dann: Die Geschichte einer Pause. Reflecion in how we speak to each other. Verwundbar, Phantome der Freiheit. Als sollte das Lied herausplatzen aus mir, ohne Rücksicht darauf, ob es das Lied eines anderen / dahin. schwenkten dann und kreuzten sie, als wären sie ein in tausend Schnipsel zerschnittener Körper. Real audio: Und die Formen des Regens [et al.] de la nuit. Der Raum der Trommel. Ich lese nur noch wenig Romane. You lost your little boats. Boxkampfsplitter, wilde Kalligraphie. Vor langer Zeit, und im Süden ein Teil davon sein, eine sanfte Entgegnung. Dein Leben kann das Niveau deiner Arbeit verändern.

Loop me in. I am a looper. This could have been the first two sentences of a sometimes mentioned book which will never be published. Lajla´s words. Black marks. At the flea market you recognize him by his white rain coat. Ego Dumping. Cosmetic psychiatry. I entered the students´ self-organized coffee-bar in a white rain coat ´cause I wanted to see him again. He had black hair and a plaid dish towel thrown over his shoulder. I supported him serving the guests. We did not get money for this. We did not talk. We never talked much. Sometimes it´s not a world for words. My name is Williams. I am a looper. I do not repair things. I do not need sundays. Those days I did not write in my diary. Sometimes I used to visit a flea market, hand in hand with my beloved. This is a real story. I am a looper or a collector of sounds and old fashioned devices. My name is Basinski. This is a letter to Tom. Last night I was drunk and I took an Edding and wrote on a lamppost. I was here until my rain coat got black. To think and to forget is the same.