The never beginning story by antipluesch, literature
Literature
The never beginning story
The never beginning story Let me tell you a story, how the world came to be. It was told by the stars to the earth, who told me. The old man on the mountain, with his back to the tree, knows exactly as much as I know, as we’ll see. The stars told it thus: At the start was no time and it kept getting on as the light and its shine. For when nothing begins, all has ever been there, It has just been forgotten as a secret to share. But for one to tell, they need one more to hear, for a secret worth sharing is burden so queer, rarely one can endure such a bothersome quest, unless they have a motive to lay it to rest. So from one became two that had ever been there, for each moment that passes is but passable glare, and the two shared their secret with a feeling of glee, so you see in this moment was seeded the tree. The tree’s roots they go down, here they founded the past, while its branches grow upward and aim for the last, the moment that’s coming, but never will
Alles muss brennen, sie sollen rennen vor meinem Feuer, dem Ungeheuer, das ich erschaffe, ehe zu Asche alles zerfällt. Ich aber steige im Tod der Zweige auf roten Böen in neue Höhen. Sehe von oben, wie sie dort toben, die ich berief. Ich bin der Meister, rufe euch Geister, die schon beschworen, nun auserkoren heut mir zu dienen bei meiner Jagd, seid unverzagt. Feuer ich fasse, brenne zu Asche, was mir behagt. Auf Feuers Schwingen will ich euch bringen mein Meisterwerk, den Feuerberg. In Flammen stecke ich Baum für Baum, Hecke für Hecke, alle Verstecke, dass alles flieht, wenn es mich sieht oben am Himmel. Glutwinde tragen mich auf den Funken, wo ich versunken in meinen Träumen schon neuen Bäumen bringe im Tod ein neues Leben. Alle die rennen, will ich verbrennen mit kaltem Feuer im Ungeheuer, das ich umfasse; alles zu Asche in mir zerfällt.
I've been there in those first moments of time,
when he was asked to name us all,
I was there and my name I got.
The wittiest one I was,
let that be known, wittier than the fox,
so the book says!
It was for my witts I saw the truth
and for the friendship we had in those times,
I told it to her,
her who was his even then.
For the friendship we had i wanted them equal,
so I told her the truth, a truth that she shared.
But equal he wanted her not.
So his shame for the truth
he weighted on her and she could not carry his shame.
So her shame for his shame
she weighted on me and for this i fell to the earth.
For the friendship we had
I c
Das Rauchen hatte er angefangen, um mit dem Rauchen aufzuhören. Was vielen sehr dumm erschienen wäre, war ihm sehr mutig vorgekommen und irgendwo war für Mut vielleicht auch immer etwas Dummheit notwendig. Das jedenfalls hatte er seinem, ob dieser Idee sehr verwirrten, besten Freund erklärt.
„Ja,“ hatte dieser erwidert, „und vielleicht muss man auch mutig sein um etwas wirklich Dummes zu tun.“
Das Rauchen hatte er trotzdem angefangen. Damit aufzuhören hielt er für verfrüht. Noch, dachte er, war er ja quasi am Anfangen. Der Anfang, das war ja ein relativer Begriff, eher eine Zeitspan
What, yes do tell me, what do you believe is hate? Hate, i tell you, is love lost. Not love that died, for dead love is a dead feeling, is silence, is at an end, but hate, hate is not dead, is not silent and hate, hate knows no end, hate knows no measure, no borders, no cage. No, hate is when love is alive, but lost.
When parents prefer to slaughter their children, think this better than living with them being loved by the object of their hate, living with those beloved children loving the hated one. Prefer them dead, better than the idea, this hated one could ever have what they have, could ever have love. Then love has lost, for this chil
The holy man on the mountain by antipluesch, literature
Literature
The holy man on the mountain
The holy man went through the desert and after 40 days he faced himself on the mountain. „You have not eaten for a long time and you are hungry. If you are the child of god, tell these stones to become food.“ he said. „The man lives not from food, but from the word and as I can tell these stones to become food, i can tell myself to become sated.“, he answered and left the stones to be stones. After that a vision came over him and he stood on the top of the temple. „If you are the child of god, throw yourself down from this roof and he will catch you and guard you and no harm will come to you. For god will guide y
Vom Fuchs, Rotkehlchen und seltsamen Wortkombis. by antipluesch, literature
Literature
Vom Fuchs, Rotkehlchen und seltsamen Wortkombis.
Dadaismus war mal Kult,
darum ist wohl niemand schuld,
wenn ich mich dem unterwerfe,
Zeile ich an Zeile schärfe,
bis sich Leute daran schneiden,
sich an mir Meinungen scheiden.
Vorwärsrolle, Rückwärtsrolle,
mit beiden Händen ich ins Volle
greife und erstaunt beschaue
was für Worttürme ich baue,
so zuvor noch nicht zu lesen
- architektonisch ungewesen.
Viel zu verkopft ist oft mein Denken,
werd's hier in neue Bahnen lenken,
mal Rhythmus heben, mal Rhythmus senken,
gleiches für Zeilen,
die mich ereilen
niemals im Fluss, nur Überschuss.
Ich hatte einen grünen Traum,
ein Fuchs, ein Rotkehlch
Urinella, ich hab dich lieb,
weil du mir gibst, was ich sonst nicht habe.
Urinella, mich überkommt der Trieb
mich zu entledigen des Inhalts meiner Blase.
Ich hol dich aus meiner Tasche,
und ich brauche keine Flasche,
im Klo stehl ich hier als Frau
den Männern ihre Ego-Show,
am Becken, weil ich's kann, mit ner Urinella dran!
Urinella, du bist bei mir,
egal wo ich bin, wo es mich hintreibt.
Urinella, und nach zu viel Bier
tun wir das, was dann nicht ausbleibt.
Wenn auch alle Kerle starren,
und einen auf Macho machen,
zielsicher ins Schwarze treffend
plätschere ich unterdessen,
ungeniert und weltvergessen m
I am you and we are whole. by antipluesch, literature
Literature
I am you and we are whole.
I was asked who i am. So finally, let the truth be told.
I was the light dancing in the first time of dawn.
Let it be known, that every time i was asked if i was Jesus the honest answer would have been yes and the only reason it hasn't been given was out of fear for ignorance.
Truth is I was and I am. But also Judas who sold him and Pilatus who found no fault and the screaming masses who judged him to death. I was and I am all of them, back then, now and for all times to come, for individuality is a precious illusion.
So i was Hitler and put the people to death, and i was the people who were put to death and I was the silent people who wa
The never beginning story by antipluesch, literature
Literature
The never beginning story
The never beginning story Let me tell you a story, how the world came to be. It was told by the stars to the earth, who told me. The old man on the mountain, with his back to the tree, knows exactly as much as I know, as we’ll see. The stars told it thus: At the start was no time and it kept getting on as the light and its shine. For when nothing begins, all has ever been there, It has just been forgotten as a secret to share. But for one to tell, they need one more to hear, for a secret worth sharing is burden so queer, rarely one can endure such a bothersome quest, unless they have a motive to lay it to rest. So from one became two that had ever been there, for each moment that passes is but passable glare, and the two shared their secret with a feeling of glee, so you see in this moment was seeded the tree. The tree’s roots they go down, here they founded the past, while its branches grow upward and aim for the last, the moment that’s coming, but never will
Alles muss brennen, sie sollen rennen vor meinem Feuer, dem Ungeheuer, das ich erschaffe, ehe zu Asche alles zerfällt. Ich aber steige im Tod der Zweige auf roten Böen in neue Höhen. Sehe von oben, wie sie dort toben, die ich berief. Ich bin der Meister, rufe euch Geister, die schon beschworen, nun auserkoren heut mir zu dienen bei meiner Jagd, seid unverzagt. Feuer ich fasse, brenne zu Asche, was mir behagt. Auf Feuers Schwingen will ich euch bringen mein Meisterwerk, den Feuerberg. In Flammen stecke ich Baum für Baum, Hecke für Hecke, alle Verstecke, dass alles flieht, wenn es mich sieht oben am Himmel. Glutwinde tragen mich auf den Funken, wo ich versunken in meinen Träumen schon neuen Bäumen bringe im Tod ein neues Leben. Alle die rennen, will ich verbrennen mit kaltem Feuer im Ungeheuer, das ich umfasse; alles zu Asche in mir zerfällt.
I've been there in those first moments of time,
when he was asked to name us all,
I was there and my name I got.
The wittiest one I was,
let that be known, wittier than the fox,
so the book says!
It was for my witts I saw the truth
and for the friendship we had in those times,
I told it to her,
her who was his even then.
For the friendship we had i wanted them equal,
so I told her the truth, a truth that she shared.
But equal he wanted her not.
So his shame for the truth
he weighted on her and she could not carry his shame.
So her shame for his shame
she weighted on me and for this i fell to the earth.
For the friendship we had
I c
Das Rauchen hatte er angefangen, um mit dem Rauchen aufzuhören. Was vielen sehr dumm erschienen wäre, war ihm sehr mutig vorgekommen und irgendwo war für Mut vielleicht auch immer etwas Dummheit notwendig. Das jedenfalls hatte er seinem, ob dieser Idee sehr verwirrten, besten Freund erklärt.
„Ja,“ hatte dieser erwidert, „und vielleicht muss man auch mutig sein um etwas wirklich Dummes zu tun.“
Das Rauchen hatte er trotzdem angefangen. Damit aufzuhören hielt er für verfrüht. Noch, dachte er, war er ja quasi am Anfangen. Der Anfang, das war ja ein relativer Begriff, eher eine Zeitspan
What, yes do tell me, what do you believe is hate? Hate, i tell you, is love lost. Not love that died, for dead love is a dead feeling, is silence, is at an end, but hate, hate is not dead, is not silent and hate, hate knows no end, hate knows no measure, no borders, no cage. No, hate is when love is alive, but lost.
When parents prefer to slaughter their children, think this better than living with them being loved by the object of their hate, living with those beloved children loving the hated one. Prefer them dead, better than the idea, this hated one could ever have what they have, could ever have love. Then love has lost, for this chil
The holy man on the mountain by antipluesch, literature
Literature
The holy man on the mountain
The holy man went through the desert and after 40 days he faced himself on the mountain. „You have not eaten for a long time and you are hungry. If you are the child of god, tell these stones to become food.“ he said. „The man lives not from food, but from the word and as I can tell these stones to become food, i can tell myself to become sated.“, he answered and left the stones to be stones. After that a vision came over him and he stood on the top of the temple. „If you are the child of god, throw yourself down from this roof and he will catch you and guard you and no harm will come to you. For god will guide y
Vom Fuchs, Rotkehlchen und seltsamen Wortkombis. by antipluesch, literature
Literature
Vom Fuchs, Rotkehlchen und seltsamen Wortkombis.
Dadaismus war mal Kult,
darum ist wohl niemand schuld,
wenn ich mich dem unterwerfe,
Zeile ich an Zeile schärfe,
bis sich Leute daran schneiden,
sich an mir Meinungen scheiden.
Vorwärsrolle, Rückwärtsrolle,
mit beiden Händen ich ins Volle
greife und erstaunt beschaue
was für Worttürme ich baue,
so zuvor noch nicht zu lesen
- architektonisch ungewesen.
Viel zu verkopft ist oft mein Denken,
werd's hier in neue Bahnen lenken,
mal Rhythmus heben, mal Rhythmus senken,
gleiches für Zeilen,
die mich ereilen
niemals im Fluss, nur Überschuss.
Ich hatte einen grünen Traum,
ein Fuchs, ein Rotkehlch
Urinella, ich hab dich lieb,
weil du mir gibst, was ich sonst nicht habe.
Urinella, mich überkommt der Trieb
mich zu entledigen des Inhalts meiner Blase.
Ich hol dich aus meiner Tasche,
und ich brauche keine Flasche,
im Klo stehl ich hier als Frau
den Männern ihre Ego-Show,
am Becken, weil ich's kann, mit ner Urinella dran!
Urinella, du bist bei mir,
egal wo ich bin, wo es mich hintreibt.
Urinella, und nach zu viel Bier
tun wir das, was dann nicht ausbleibt.
Wenn auch alle Kerle starren,
und einen auf Macho machen,
zielsicher ins Schwarze treffend
plätschere ich unterdessen,
ungeniert und weltvergessen m
I am you and we are whole. by antipluesch, literature
Literature
I am you and we are whole.
I was asked who i am. So finally, let the truth be told.
I was the light dancing in the first time of dawn.
Let it be known, that every time i was asked if i was Jesus the honest answer would have been yes and the only reason it hasn't been given was out of fear for ignorance.
Truth is I was and I am. But also Judas who sold him and Pilatus who found no fault and the screaming masses who judged him to death. I was and I am all of them, back then, now and for all times to come, for individuality is a precious illusion.
So i was Hitler and put the people to death, and i was the people who were put to death and I was the silent people who wa