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-WHITE NOISE-
2014, scanography, selfportrait
Manipulated with textures
First picture:
Below The Ice: Puls
tune
::::::::::::::::
Dornenreich - Ich bin aus mir!
"The human being gets drunk on the wondrous uniqueness of his perception and praises the withered (= late,
foreboding) night as refuge and trailblazer for essential realization, yet recognising at the same moment the worldly
forlornness and isolation and thus deigning to recognize in this – apparently the only – dignity of being human: his
unique perception, his last and greatest burden. Desperately, the human being rages and finally freezes in the face
of
the numbing inexpressibility of his innermost to another (human) being, in the face of a closed-off loneliness that is
just as numbing; the human being is torn between the questions how much he must, can, or may, come up with
his own demands and how much he must, can, or may reach out for another human being, in order to recognize
himself more truthfully – without loosing himself in the process.
What is it that draws nigh from withered night?
Mostly, it lies within my senses’ might ...
Shimmer and shadows assemble,
Voices crowd upon voices,
Smells and crypts arise,
Saps and poisons dip,
Thorn and quill swap their place ...
From the wild weaving of my senses
To become one – my perception.
And this is but my sole dignity,
Yet at the same time my last burden,
For when my scream of falling
Fades away – within me,
All my ‘Self’ was but a vain support.
What is it that further draws nigh from withered night?
Before, it welled up from my mind’s shafts:
The night wanders down to be my safeguard
From the crude glare of the day
That further leads me astray,
To finish of my being myself,
To stretch my skin in all worlds,
To waste me helpfully.
The night, it passes my hand to me
To feel how I am and who,
The one who weirdly stood there for so long,
The one who recognized himself only here.
From my thoughts’ own strivings
Flickers a sole – my – experience.
And more, it is my only dignity,
Yet at the same time my last burden,
For when my scream of falling
Fades away – within me,
All my ‘Self’ was but a vain support.
I lack myself in you,
I am lonely – I am from within myself
... Where's myself?!?"
2014, scanography, selfportrait
Manipulated with textures
First picture:
Below The Ice: Puls
tune
::::::::::::::::
Dornenreich - Ich bin aus mir!
"The human being gets drunk on the wondrous uniqueness of his perception and praises the withered (= late,
foreboding) night as refuge and trailblazer for essential realization, yet recognising at the same moment the worldly
forlornness and isolation and thus deigning to recognize in this – apparently the only – dignity of being human: his
unique perception, his last and greatest burden. Desperately, the human being rages and finally freezes in the face
of
the numbing inexpressibility of his innermost to another (human) being, in the face of a closed-off loneliness that is
just as numbing; the human being is torn between the questions how much he must, can, or may, come up with
his own demands and how much he must, can, or may reach out for another human being, in order to recognize
himself more truthfully – without loosing himself in the process.
What is it that draws nigh from withered night?
Mostly, it lies within my senses’ might ...
Shimmer and shadows assemble,
Voices crowd upon voices,
Smells and crypts arise,
Saps and poisons dip,
Thorn and quill swap their place ...
From the wild weaving of my senses
To become one – my perception.
And this is but my sole dignity,
Yet at the same time my last burden,
For when my scream of falling
Fades away – within me,
All my ‘Self’ was but a vain support.
What is it that further draws nigh from withered night?
Before, it welled up from my mind’s shafts:
The night wanders down to be my safeguard
From the crude glare of the day
That further leads me astray,
To finish of my being myself,
To stretch my skin in all worlds,
To waste me helpfully.
The night, it passes my hand to me
To feel how I am and who,
The one who weirdly stood there for so long,
The one who recognized himself only here.
From my thoughts’ own strivings
Flickers a sole – my – experience.
And more, it is my only dignity,
Yet at the same time my last burden,
For when my scream of falling
Fades away – within me,
All my ‘Self’ was but a vain support.
I lack myself in you,
I am lonely – I am from within myself
... Where's myself?!?"
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Das strotzt nur so von urzeitlicher Kraft, finde ich 
Eine Mischung aus eingefrorener Steinzeitmensch und einem Fossil.
Gigantomat, wie ich zu sagen pflege
Eine Mischung aus eingefrorener Steinzeitmensch und einem Fossil.Gigantomat, wie ich zu sagen pflege