She Spacehomer (4)

"This is Eloise.
I would love to see one of the monitors again.
Didn´t like them, but they are something other than snow.
We must be far out, and sometimes I´m not too sure about Katy and her skills as a trapper.
Where are we, anyway?
I heard Mel saying that everything we hear, everything we say and think,
is monitored by us all, and I should be the first to believe it, but I can get away from all, at least in my recognition of things as occuring in the very moment, any moment.
Talking about switches, I can get away from the mumbling that takes place all along, may it be the others talking or me, doesn´t matter, or am I repeating myself?
Katy still provides us with these drinks, but says that our state had nothing to do with them, they´d be the only thing to make us survive."

"We were putting on a coat.
I say, we were putting on one coat, all together.
I remember the words being said by somebody.
It was cold
and too much light around, the snow...

This is Mel.
I started making notes about this journey in the beginning,
a few razzles and rags, mostly in my head,
then somebody took over, I was told later,
Or realized it myself, don´t know.
Or one of us said so, or heard it from somewhere,
though nobody else was around.
Not that I find it astounding, I mean, the switch,
or these switches, fades all in one another.
Still thinking I´m talking or making the notes,
Or thinking someone said a word,
but then finding it could have been somebody else.
I know it all, all that´s been said and noted.
And we´re in contact with the originators, us or others.
It´s all been in the movies, you know.
You´ve seen it all, too, didya?

A few days ago some kind of humility took its place in
the way we treat each other.
It´s too cold for quarrelling.
An we don´t know where the giant coat comes from.
It´s saving us all."

"We are beyond trust.
It doesn´t matter anymore if the others trust me or not.
We are here, we are together, and there is no way for any of us, not even for me, who knows this fuckup the best, no way other than with the others, cause outside company there is nothing, admit it or not.
you are sitting I don´t know where, and you are reading this, maybe it reminds you of..., maybe it´s all a laugh from this position, but be sure that there is nothing to live on beyond company, out here.
There are more who have been out here than we imagine, that´s what I believe.
No reason to become heroic or snobby, unlike so may guardians of the archaic are preaching with words and action.
That´s all luxury of people with attitudes, smarting themselves at the edge of the bosom they´re sucking from, though they take only what´s dripping and flowing over.
This is Katy, and we are carrying on.
Not to much strange colours anymore, in our views and visions. To our surprise we are all hearing colours,
but that will pass, I´m sure, heard about it."

They will survive, most of what was them will.
But that´s the same with all time passing.
Only they will note a big bit of it,
unlike another bit, same size, one the other side,
or viewed from another angle.

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Lizzy

Lizzy´s nightmare of what you told
Lizzy´s screenplay of what you hold
Grabs dust to throw it to the eyes
As if the shelter of the brave
was the closed eyes weeping

She´s a hum
A murmuring mermaid
Her tongue
Fishes for a gargling threat
She can exhale
The children´s sweat
From running from...
From running from.....

She spreads a fog by that
And lays it down upon their little selves
A shiny gnome seeks to escape
Is running from...
Is running from.....

Shut lids

Closed lips

Stiff hips

Finger tips

Are trying to point at
That
There
Beyond the fog
The makes-them-shiver fog

If ever you will doubt
The thin white bodies´ fear
I swear
The rear of your self
Turns the bow

She Spacehomer (3)

It´s a lot of fun, running away from home.
Even if you didn´t really choose but followed an uncertain certainty from somewhere unknown before.
In a next moment you find your house in a complete different landscape, with a plank sticking upright into the soil,
and the plank has to be kicked, otherwise something even stranger would happen.

There are a lot of people around.
Gleimbart is only one of them, the one to show up first on their path, and he has the idea of taking care for something he made up only in his head,
but which he sometimes gives a physical appearance, may it be staged or not, may it be an animation in the distance or a
suggestion or hallucination.

The Frigos are somehwere, and nobody fully knows who they are and what they do.
But they are going for them; the Frigos going for Katy, Mel and Eloise or the other way round?

At the point of meeting or none-meeting --- is it of any interest? --- does it even make sense to search for something ---
mindfuck? --- hold something with the mind --- or which are the impulses that drag, push, pull anybody forwards?

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The next frame of the story got lost.
It told about monitors, standing in the landscape and showing something and nothing, standstill pictures,
weird moving creatures, sleeping humans, could be known to you, once it would show Melvin sleeping, as he was passing by with Katy.
Who puts the monitors there, puts the pictures and footage on?
Only once Katy had seen somebody, slipping from one of the monitors into a fold in one of the rocks nearby.
She told Melvin that the picture of him sleeping was not a shot taken before, but that it was happening NOW then.

How is anybody able to take such a message?
Would there also be an awake Melvin, awake on one of the monitors?
Or Katy, or Eloise, or all of them together?

Katy said she´d never seen anybody awake on the monitor.
Just sleeping people, so her imagination concluded they might be awake when the people on this side were
sleeping.
Who would decide then, when to stay wake or sleep?


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"I can´t believe the Frigos are just technicians who are interested in a game to play on people."
"M e l v i n , nobody said so, but you´re free to think for yourself, guess, imagine, whatever."
"I´m asking so many questions, imagining, getting no answers, it´s all helplessness."
"What´s bothering you?
You are here and you´re fine, are you, besides the pill food and your farting.
What do you want?"
"What I want? An explanation maybe. Something strikes me, can´t you guess?"
"It´s not mine to show you how to deal with it.
Why isn´t Eloise worried? Because she is a guruesque entity, which she is not?
And she´s not a happyslappy guy, like who gets protected from worries by being short-minded."

Eloise opened her eyes and looked up to them.

"That´s nicely said, Katy, didn´t expect it from you.
I´m working hard on it, though."
"On being short-minded?"
"Yes."
"Just go for it.
But switch it on again when talking, wouldya?"
"I can´t switch it on a g a i n , but I can switch on and I do, thanks."
"Gone again...
And you, Mel?"
"Listening."
"I don´t know where you are. Drifting away also?
Just take it easy, but take it serious."
"I´m all over it.
It´s just a monitor."
"No, it´s not."
"Who are the Frigos?"
"You wouldn´t like to hear it, but my version is of no higher importance for you, believe me.
Would make it harder to find your own.
I can´t tell you more.
But anybody reading this, can imagine better than you, what is going on here."
"I want to have earlids."

Orphantasies (2)

On weekends the skaters often come from outside the beltway to perform on the squares in the centre. They´re training hard, everyday, most of them for several hours.
Doing their job.

Some maybe even will get some bucks out of it, one day, a few of them, in the wishful thinking of a scene with its stars. A few will slurp the cream.

I´m talking to a guy and ask him what he thinks about Obama.
“He´s o.k.”
“Shouldn´t stard meddlin´ withe wrong guys”, his friend adds.
“He´s been around…”
“He´ll show the stinky money bags and fat cats what it´s at.”

“You followed the campaigns?”

“No way getting round it.”
“Yeah, but… … yeah.”
“Yeah, he´s cool, I mean…”
“Couldn´t make things worse than that shithole Bush.”
“How could anyone?”
“Tell ya they could. The others wanted a wifey for v.p.!"

“And what do think he can do for you?”

“Said he´d stop those wars and everything.”
“Yeah, and more health care.”
“For everyone.”
“I had one arm broken. They´d let me wait for hours, then send me away cause no valid card, and it turned mum´s forgot to pay the monthly. Just once.
So my uncle send me to a friend´s who´d put somethin´ on it.
And it turned out o.k.”
“Ma grandpa died there, cause they wouldn´t give him a treat.”

“You think there´ll be more jobs for you?”

“You know what kinda jobs they got for shmucks like me?
You run away.”
“We´re skatin´”
“They make a big deal of surfin´. I heard it called ´The invention o´the youth´.
How´s that? Main thing about it: they had nun of us niggas round that club.”
“Yeah, and they made hiphop a big thing when the whities started likin´ it.”
“Yeah, and stole it.”
“Like the blues.”
“And jazz, ma dad said, jazz.”
“And now they got that Obama stealin´ from them their game.”
“There´s more spanish people in somothe states. Maybe a latin luver next time.”
“Uh, gettaway!”
“Think it!, why not?”
“My dad´s half white too, we don´t give shit for that. And he said: `The whities are done before long.´ ”
“Stupid shit, they got the power an´the money and th´army an´everything.
Just they got a black clown on top won´t make the circus a wild park.”
“Better be glad, man, you´d be dead, man.”
“Cause some white mothefuckers think yer scum, man.”
“And they´d shoot you in the park just like that, man.”

One of the guys skating has fallen over and keeps laying on the ground.
Three are coming to help him up and get him to the next bench.

“Hey guys, thanks for talkin´!”

“Hey!”

Later some will have a spliff or two, noted it before, and he´ll be on board again soon.


You´re either in the club or you´re not.
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