Manafonistas

Martha war gekränkt. Sie konnte nicht glauben, was Peter da geschrieben hatte. Sie griff zum Telefon und rief ihn kurz entschlossen an.
 

Peter, how dare you to act like a woman?

Martha my dear, what’s cooking?

Peter, yesterday evening I was listening to WILCO. In „Solitaire“ they sing: „Once I thought the world was crazy.“ A dear swiss friend had dinner with me and was listening as well. She mentioned a book about this subject, she read recently. It’s about a travelling Tramp, who claimed: „Die Welt ist verkehrt, nicht wir.“

So what. Are you really into WILCO? You know that I play trumpet, I was just listening to Hilde Marie Holsen, a norwegian musican. She plays the trumpet extraordinarily.

Peter, don’t let us talk about music. I called you to figure out, why you wrote a book about female orgasm.

Well, Martha, I know that you are a feminist. I was surprised when I heard you recently mention that you like men.

Ah, Peter, don’t be so charming! It’s true, I do a lot to keep in good shape. I run everyday 90 minutes, and I sing everyday 60 minutes. I feel great.

Yeah, you look great. I wrote my new book to take the stress out of mankind. Especially of women. In future sex will no longer mean to make babies, sex will be just for fun. I watched the fish how they laid their eggs and how the eggs were fertilized. Maybe in future we will act like them.

Jesses, Peter, you are so crazy. I assume you watched too many South Parc episodes. Pleaaaazzzze, come down to earth.

Ha, Martha, did you know, that in one South Parc episode the parents were so fucked up, because they couldn’t handle Pokémon?

Pokémon players are more addicted to the „Kapital“ than we ever were. They just sit in public and play. They aren’t the „schreckliche Kinder“, they are the poor kids. They deliver the whole material to the greedy monopolists, who are soaking them out and analyze them.

Right, Martha. What are you writing just now?

I am preparing a book about „Age and Wisdom“.

Wow, that sounds pretty much puritanical.

Don’t worry, Peter. I am sorry to leave you know, have to rush to my card playing group.

 
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Peter Sloterdijk: Das Schelling-Projekt, erscheint im September.

Martha Nussbaum: Age and Wisdom, erscheint 2017.

Wilfried Meichtry: Die Welt ist verkehrt, nicht wir. Nagel & Kimche 2015.

Die Tage werden wieder kürzer, und abends um Viertel nach 9 Uhr grüsst die Nacht schon von Nahem. Da erinnern wir uns gerne an sonnige Sommertage, auch wenn man diese nicht in ausländischen Gefilden verbracht hat. Wie die Pusteblume, die Stefano Bollani als Coverbild für sein neues Album „Napoli Trip“ gewählt hat, wehen vertraute und auch unvertraute Klänge herüber und zeichnen uns sein Bild, seine Assoziationen von Neapel. Und es ist interessant festzustellen, wie alles zusammenpasst: italienische Folkloreklänge, electronics und his kind of jazz, natürlich. Manu Katche ist mit dabei; aber auch Jan Bang (mit einem im Punkt Studio in Kristiansand aufgenommenen Stück) und Arve Henriksen. So dauert das summer feeling noch ein bißchen an.

Some cities lend themselves better to psychogeography than others. Maritime cities – seagull cities – do well in this respect. There are so many seagulls in Liverpool they have a representative on the City Council: Mr Squawk. He speaks in mystic aphorisms. He eats french fries off the sidewalk with dignity and nonchalance. His favourite book is „Preep, the Little Pigeon of Trafalgar Square“ by Milton Shulman. His favourite song is „Thorn of Crowns“ by Echo & The Bunnymen.

And you walk around this city-state pyschogeobubble and there is so much cosmos in there you have to ask yourself if you are in a dream. Wait for me on a blue horizon. Wait for me on a new horizon. Few are the places, said Mr Squawk, that make you question the aperçus of Raoul Vaneigem. I asked Mr Squawk what the fuck he meant by this. He said, “ … well Vaneigem said that to be rich nowadays merely means to possess a large number of poor objects but to be here, in Liverpool, is to be rich. Objects or no objects, ground or fucking sky. My only regret is that Manchester had The Durutti Column and we didn’t … „

But I digress. Or do I? Psychogeography doesn’t come with a map or an itinerary, just stars to hold and songs to sing. Yeah. An infinity of cups unbroken.