Experimental, impressionistic sub-paragraph tumblin' (think obstsalat)


* BuBizZ *

Honk if you’re lonely tonight
If you need a friend to get through the night
A toot on your horn, a flash of your brights
Honk if you’re lonely tonight
— Silver Jews, Honk If You’re Lonely

Der Traum ist ein Traum, zu dieser Zeit,
doch nicht mehr lange, mach dich bereit
für den Kampf um’s Paradies!
Wir haben nichts zu verlieren außer unserer Angst,
es ist unsere Zukunft, unser Land.
Gib mir deine Liebe, gib mir deine Hand.
— Ton Steine Scherben, Der Traum Ist Aus

12 by teetah


luci notturne

Don’t think lover
Love lasts forever
— A Place To Bury Strangers, Don’t Think Lover

Lightening by Chris

When you git good lovin’, never go and spread the news
Yes, he’ll double-cross you, and leave you with them empty bed blues
— J. C. Johnson, Empty Bed Blues


But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
— Bob Dylan, Masters Of War

17:02 <entropie> wenn man die keys danach anlegt wie häufig man sie benutzt müssen die tasten 1..0 auch anderes angeordnet werden
17:08 <renke2> entropie: du wirst die zahlen der Häufigkeit anordnen?
17:09 <entropie> na wenn dann richtig, oder?
17:09 <renke2> naja, das ist nun denke ich nicht förderlich
17:09 <chris2> 314159…
17:09 <entropie> ich benutz eh nur 1, 3 und 7

She’s taking hold of her sins now
For the first time
Well she’s been told about sins now
But it feels fine
— Jesus And Mary Chain, Teenage Lust


We will survive as thieve we will survive as freaks.
Turn around, turn around turn around
And take a look at the crowd…
— Le Tigre, TGIF

13:56 <chris2> ich mach eine web 2.0 platform für olivenfans
13:56 <chris2> die bleibt aber vorerst im feta-stadium

The thrill of flirtation
On endless vacations
Keen as a thing that is keen
— Whale, Losing Ctrl



A few years ago, I coined the term “life hacks”, which has gone on to become an entire industry of hints and tips that I am, by my congenital laziness, unable to use or benefit from. It is some sort of karmic punishment. Danny O’Brien

You may not be what everybody needs.
But Tennessee, you’re good enough for me.

I can see stars shining in your night.
Your daytime sings like Cash and Patsy Cline.
— Mindy Smith, Tennessee

Unser Platz.!<3



In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me
— Grateful Dead, Attics Of My Life


Wake of the flood, laughing water, forty nine
Get out the pans, don’t just stand there dreaming, get out the way
Get out the way
— Grateful Dead, Here Comes Sunshine



So when in doubt just call my name
Just before you go insane
If I ever leave this world
Hey I may never leave this world
But if I ever leave this world alive
— Flogging Molly, If I Ever Leave This World Alive

Walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and by morning we’ll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what’s left
of the flag for me
— Flogging Molly, What’s Left Of The Flag

Abstract Trees

The city may be defined as the social institution enabling people unknown to each other to nevertheless live together. — Dirk Baecker, What Is In A City?


Radiohead @ Southside 08

Give me an answer
Give me a sign
I’ve been climbing up this ladder
I’ve been wasting my time
— Radiohead, Up On The Ladder

If you have three pet dogs, give them names. If you have 10,000 head of cattle, don’t bother. Nowadays the idea of giving a name to every file on your computer is ridiculous. — David Gelernter, The Second Coming – A Manifesto

southside 2008, tag 3
15:12 <duschendestroyer> was ich nicht verstehe… was ist das für ein gott der das ganze öl bei den moslems verbuddelt?

Your ears are burning
Denial, denial
Your ears should be burning
Denial, denial
— Radiohead, House Of Cards

southside festival 2008


ThoughtI’m at Southside 2008. Anarchaia will resume publishing Monday, June 23rd.

And the tower bells chime, ding dong they chime
They’re singing, Jesus died for somebodys sins but not mine.
— Patti Smith, Gloria

Southside Festival 2007 Vom Winde verweht

Faring thee well now
Let your life proceed by its own designs
Nothing to tell now
Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine
— Grateful Dead, Cassidy



There must be something I can dream tonight,
The air is filled with the moves of you,
All the fire is frozen yet still I have the will, ooh, ah.
— Patti Smith, Elegie Up Shop in the Apocalypse, “What sets the South China Mall apart from [other dead malls], besides its mind-numbing size, is that it never went into decline. The tenants didn’t jump ship; they never even came on board.”

Strasse des 17. Juni

Nach dem Aufstand des 17. Juni
Ließ der Sekretär des Schriftstellerverbands
In der Stalinallee Flugblätter verteilen
Auf denen zu lesen war, daß das Volk
Das Vertrauen der Regierung verscherzt habe
Und es nur durch verdoppelte Arbeit
zurückerobern könne. Wäre es da
Nicht doch einfacher, die Regierung
Löste das Volk auf und
Wählte ein anderes?
— Bertolt Brecht, Die Lösung


Gonna wave, gonna wave
Gonna wave to the wind
Gonna wave my way to
Places I never have been
— Grateful Dead, Wave To The Wind

May each day bee as special as today!

Empty pages before my eyes
Do not deny or criticize
Empty bedrooms where I’ve paid my dues
Watching the ceiling instead of you
Can you tell me where you’ve gone?
Ain’t no one around to hear my songs
— Grateful Dead, Empty Pages



How many hours in a day
They tell me twenty four
There could be a couple less
I know there ain’t no more
— Grateful Dead, Samba In The Rain

18:59 <penpen> Blödel, Escher, Lach
A lily and a fish

If I was an eagle I’d dress like a duck
Crawl like a lizard and honk like a truck
If I get a notion I’ll climb this tree
or chop it down and you can’t stop me
Chop it down and you can’t stop me
— Grateful Dead, Liberty


B&W Beauty

Bevor die Glut in dir erlischt
Verlass die Stadt
Die keine ist
Ein neuer Wundbrand in Athen
S’ist an der Zeit endlich zu gehn
— Gustav, Verlass Die Stadt

Es ist Sommer in Wien
Und nicht Stalingrad, sagt er
Ich weiss, sag ich,
Und trotzdem ist mir kalt
— Gustav, Verlass Die Stadt



I cannot read between your lines
You cannot make me read your tiny mind
Oh who’s got the time
Oh you’d go blind
— Martha Wainwright, Jesus & Mary

water drop

A monk asked Joshu, “What is the meaning of Bodidharma’s coming to China?” Joshu said,
“The oak tree in the front garden.”
A monk asked Zhaozhou, “What is the living meaning of Zen?.” Zhaozhou said,
“The cypress tree in the courtyard.” — Mumonkan, Case 37

ThoughtBrilliant function in Adium: Press C-s to save the current input, type in a short message and then continue composing your long answer.


Calm before the storm!

I must seem a little bit odd
Do I count as anything special
Is there sincerity in anything I say
Do I know what anything means?
Can I see?
— Martha Wainwright, I Wish I Were Lyrics

19:30 <chris2> DIE HÖREN EUCH NICHT

Oh the foes will rise
With the sleep still in their eyes
And they’ll jerk from their beds and think they’re dreamin’.
But they’ll pinch themselves and squeal
And know that it’s for real,
The hour when the ship comes in.
— Bob Dylan, When The Ship Comes In




Oh, it ain’t safe, you better watch out
They’re coming to get you – sickle and shroud
They’ll turn you to stone and burn out your sky
They’ve got your number – television eyes
The cinches, the doctors, the streaks, and the radio lights
— Dead Moon, Psychodelic Nightmare

ThoughtWhen you are bored: Psychoanalyze the customer in front of you by what they buy.

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever
but it just doesn’t rain like it used to.
I particularly remember the rains of the
depression era.
there wasn’t any money but there was
plenty of rain.
it wouldn’t rain for just a night or
a day,
it would RAIN for 7 days and 7
— Charles Bukowski, We Ain’t Got No Money, Honey, But We Got Rain




Undoubtedly, someone can learn OOP from reading code – after all Alan Kay (partly) learned OO by deciphering an 80 page Simula program thinking it was Algol. — Bjarne Stroustrup, Posting to comp.lang.c++

Take it easy
I wish I could take it easy
Take it easy
Everything is under control
— Plastiscines, Under Control


Jugando #3

Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
And I dare not drown my sorrows in the warm glow of your wine
You can’t buy my love with money, ‘cause I ain’t never been that kind
Silver threads and golden needles cannot mend this heart of mine
— Dick Reynolds & Jack Rhodes, Silver Threads And Golden Needles

Black Queen, where’s your bank roll?
Black Queen, where did it go?
Black Queen, the truth is hard
Black Queen, you’re playing foolish cards
Black Queen
— Stephen Stills, Black Queen


figure 127

Flasche leer Feuerwehr
3 Tage Wach
Laufen geht jetzt auch nicht mehr
3 Tage Wach
Auf gehts Ab gehts
3 Tage Wach
Nächste Party Kommt Bestimmt
3 Tage Wach
— Lützenkirchen, 3 Tage Wach

Amanda trinkt das Glas auf ex und sagt: Eure Gärten interessieren mich einen Dreck.
Und der Zimmerspringbrunnen plätschert, Kurt holt die Wäsche rein.
Ist das die Blaue Stunde, fragt er, kann das sein?
— Funny Van Dannen, Blaue Stunde

"Soccer-Free Zone"


dis(re)rhizoming with Thierry Tillier . .

Set out runnin but I take my time
A friend of the devil is a friend of mine
If I get home before daylight, I just might get some sleep tonight.
— Grateful Dead, Friend Of The Devil

Mantids 1.7:1

Faster than light and harder
Bleeds into overkill
Faster than light and harder
Never stop never ever
— Lead Into Gold, Faster Than Light


29 mai (26)

Oh Lord don’t give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
Don’t give me what I deserve
Give me something I need
— Pig, Shell

Look for a while at the China Cat Sunflower
proud-walking jingle in the midnight sun
Copper-dome bodhi drip a silver kimono
like a crazy-quilt star gown
through a dream night wind
— Grateful Dead, China Cat Sunflower



trousered spotaflump

Poetry has died, asphyxiated by metaphors. — Nicolás Gómez Dávila

circus lizard

If by eternity is understood not endless temporal duration but timelessness, then he lives eternally who lives in the present. — Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus 6.4311


love revised

Been walking all morning
Went walking all night
I can’t see much difference
Between the dark and light
And I feel the wind
And I taste the rain
Never in my mind
To cause so much pain
— Grateful Dead, Comes A Time

Uno per uno

Now what’s to found, racing around
You carry your pain wherever you go
Full of the blues, and trying to lose
You ain’t going to learn what you don’t want to know
— Grateful Dead, Black Throated Wind


Puesta de sol

Wo-oh, hey-eh-hey
Oh ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Hey hey hey
Wo, hey hey hey
Wo-oh, hey hey hey, hey
— Bo Diddley, Wo Wow Hey Hey

spero che la mia speranza non sia vana

In the day nothing matters
It’s the night time that flatters
In the night no control
— Laura Branigan, Self Control



You mean trouble, oh, with your Lucifer’s eyes
And make me daydream, oh, and fantasize
Running through a field of flames
Playing our forbidden game
— Joan Baez, Lucifer’s Eyes

There’s beauty in the silver singing river
There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky
But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty
That I remember in my true love’s eyes
— Bob Dylan, Tomorrow Is A Long Time


Abstract Journey_Part Two

It’s all right, ‘cause I love you
And that’s not gonna change
Run me round, make me hurt again and again
But I’ll still sing you love songs
Written in the letters of your name
And brave the storm to come
For it surely looks like rain
— John Barlow, Looks Like Rain


So it goes, we make what we made since the world began
Nothing more, the love of the women, work of men
Seasons round, creatures great and small, up and down, as we rise and fall
— John Barlow, Let It Grow