Sunday, October 24, 2010

Omegle: a poem, a literary meta-discussion and Sapir-Whorf theory.

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
You: Who art thou?
Stranger: Amy thou?
You: Lancelot
Stranger: and who is thee?
Stranger: oh, how lovely.
Stranger: Haha.
You: Have you seen Arthus?
Stranger: Nope. Have you seen A clockwork orange?
You: Yes, wonderful music, hehe
Stranger: Really?
You: Beside of the depicted violence
Stranger: This is such a deviation from omegle's usual slutty ways.
Stranger: Somebody who knows art.
You: the world is a pure coincidence isnt it? :-)
Stranger: I suppose.
You: I even wrote a poem about omegle btw
Stranger: Ooohh. Can I see? >.<
You: I have to type it, just a moment
Stranger: Sure.
You: This chatroom is completely anonym,
And "Strangers" are your only vis-a-vis.
Communication is just interim
Здесь нет ни ненависти, ни любви,
Es gibt nur ein beständig Ritual:
When you log in, you will be always asked:
ASL - question mark. So it's you now,
Who construct your identity. You're masked.
ASL - age, sex and location.
"Important" and so fitful information.
Stranger: Haha -- very good.
Stranger: Although I kinda hate it when ppl ask asl, so they can come over and rape me.
You: yes, indeed, and you know,

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Бowリング. Video version



In English, Japanese, Russian and German

Original text.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Бowリング.



the life is like
the bowling lane:
whether you strike
or spare or fail -
you just enjoy
the rolling pain -
and nothing more
beneath your nail

僕のレーンは
運命である。
僕はプレーヤー、
人生は丸
いボール。
でも、
そう言えば、
スペアか?ストライクか?
ボールが止まらないように
生きて行く。

Снял я голову свою,
Руку распрямил,
И что было сил,
В кегли за-пу-стил.
Но глаза закрыл:
Мне ведь все равно,
Страйк был или спэа.
Мне ведь все равно.
Мне ведь все равно.
Мне ведь уже все до лампочки.

Ich habe früher nie getroffen
Die weissen Dinge in der Ferne,
Ich musste stets vom Herzen hoffen,
Dass ich es irgendwann noch lerne.
Doch eines Tages Offenbarung
War niederschmetternd wie ein Blitz,
Und meine sämtliche Behaarung
Bewegte sich mit Aberwitz:

"Es ist egal, ob Du getroffen,
ob Du verfehlt. Sei doch nicht feig'.
Und spiele ziellos, einfach, offen!"

Seitdem ich werfe nur mit Strike.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Wえй



walking walking
empty streets
talking
'bout senseless deeds
feeling patches
under feet
is
what everbody need

Wenn dein Weg ist ungeklärt,
Schreite weiter ohne Angst,
Weil den Sinn, den du erfragst,
Niemand außer Dich erfährt.
Du bist deines Buches Held,
Du bist Autor dieser Welt.

君の形を
君が造っている
君の世界を
君が作っている
君は自分の著者
書いて
生きて
心配なし

мир есть книга,
автор - ты,
избегая
пустоты
напиши свою судьбу,
светит пусть звездой во лбу,
освещая путь вперед,
между терний и забот
и увидишь: ясен путь,
хочешь быть - смелее будь!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Rあин




train in japan
running through rain
drops on the glas
like diamonds
heavens and stones

いつから、いつまで、
僕らの
変な人生
生活と
言うもの
僕はだれ
だれかな。。。

ветром снесло
и унесло
имя мое
вдаль как перо
сердце молчит
небо стучит
мой дикий вид
кто я такой?

identität
bleibt unerkannt
ich bin mit mir
selbst unverwandt
ich bin dabei,
mich zu vergessen
spiegelung bleibt
unangemessen

Monday, February 15, 2010

Buzzerature!

Hey you writers, prosaics and poets, dadaists and conceptualists, every body!

Do you Buzz? I mean google#buzz?



While other people are trying to find out, what this thing is good about, we can just .

This system seems to be pretty neat for coauthorship, or Kettengedichte, or Renga, or experiments, or Cadavre exquis, or automatic writing, whatever. And we can call it Buzzerature, since, you know...


(15 February 2010)

If you want to write together with me, join me in #buzz.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

G-Man. Video version

Here is a little video I did for my poem "G-Man".



Original text here.
German translation and some more descriptions here.