Manafonistas

Ihr habt Euch tapfer geschlagen, aber es war unfair und nicht zu erraten!

Es ist die Innenansicht des Kopfs unserer gusseisernen Bavaria, die das Oktoberfest bewacht, auf ihrer Anhöhe, vulgo der „Kotzhügel“ genannt.

18 m hoch und über eine eiserne Treppe innen begehbar, im Sommer ein Backofen, im Winter eine Gefriertruhe.

Je nach Lichteinfall und Fotografierwinkel ergeben sich die unterschiedlichsten Fratzen.

Am gefühlt heissesten Tag des Jahres hat man mich als Kind mal hinaufgeschleppt, spätestens im Hals fing ich fürchterlich zu Heulen an.

„Autonauts of the Cosmoroute“ is a love story, an irreverent travelogue of elaborate tales and snapshots detailing Julio Cortazar and Carol Dunlop’s thirty-three-day voyage on the Paris-Marseilles freeway in 1982. Satirizing modern travel and the great explorers, this sparkling work pushes life and literature to surreal extremes. While traveling the highways of France with all those dirty motels and „Rastplätze“ they celebrate life while knowing they have to die soon from lung cancer. It’s one of my favourite books of all time. By the time I read it, well, in the last century, I had a girlfriend who nearly went furious when I was praising the book. – „How can these two, under such devasating circumstances, move through those shitty places instead of visiting the great wonders of mankind like The Pyramids?

(Alte Empfehlung: nicht Bild an Bild stossen lassen in der Abfolge von zwei Blogeinträgen; the department of design)

I love the fleeting, fugitive experiences of losing myself in „Music For Films“, the album from the late 70‘s, the one  with the monochromatic cover. The tracks of Brian Eno’s first album for imaginary films – every one of them – seem to vanish, nearly, in the moment of their first taking shape (blossoming). Like apparitions. That‘s why I often don‘t wanna miss a moment. Holding time. They are simply – said simply – too beautiful. And they make me, too, dream of places I wanna be, Rantum Beach, for example, when there are no people around. Early morning sunrise. Or first snow. That lonesome beach chair. My long black coat a memory. A psychedelic scarf around my neck, blue, red, orange, violet. Faraway places, coming close.