untitled

i am a floating vessel on the water, i find

far away from me to be everything; i save
all of my wantonness for you                 and yet
i am no more than the sum of my parts
and a jar of bile to tide me through

Berlin, 25-27.6.2010

feely

touching does not help

it just opens up the wound, i

find myself more porous

a lot more ready to fall down and

it makes me squirm, inside,

a certain sense of rawness

trips the wire that brings out

sentiment, as of now

not required.

Berlin, 25-26.6.10

[Death Cab For Cutie - Meet Me On The Equinox ]

Friedrichshain, ambiance

La semaine dernière c'était le barbec-anniversaire d'une connaissance à Berlin-Est. Comme je me suis ramenée sans viande pour le grill, je lui ai dit que je lui ferais un dessin, n'importe lequel ou presque. Et bien sûr, il m'a demandé de lui dessiner toute l'ambiance de la soirée.

(Scan de misère brought to you by Brother DCP-165C).

C'est suite au moment dépeint que je me suis prise un verre entier de vin rouge sur le jean en étant assise à table. Exit Clr direction la salle de bains et du sel de façon immédiate (je bénis le détachant de Dr Beckmann). Ne figurent pas non plus les badauds venus sur les coups de 23h pour protester qu'on f...ait le Kiez en l'air.

(Le texte dit: "encore plus de gens à l'intérieur!") (Oui parce qu'il fait froid, à Berlin, le soir (et la journée aussi).)

I used to be content with knowing nothing

C'est plus forcément de saison, mais voilà un nouvel extrait de la série de photos faites à Stockholm l'hiver dernier.

Res(e)t

kind of

just

doing

nothing

at all

Berlin, mai 2010

and now for something completely different

Mi-mars. J'étais sous l'influence de l'album éponyme de Fever Ray.

Et oui, le scan est de mauvaise qualité.

a sailor's crisis

pull me to you, dear

or pull me away

because

the fact is you're

all out

when you break it down we're

one of us

is cried out and

the other

an empty vessel on the shore

i promised this

far away on the water i had promised this

i took you to be

the part of me that never leaves

except the ocean's absence echoes

like something has gone wrong

darling,

way across on this edge i'll

try to make a way to

make a way to come home to you

the sorrow of the fall of creation

make it all up in due time i'll

make it all to something worth it somehow

the morning cross

the fear and the struggles of

fear and the struggles are

cast out

far away from me now

behold,

i took this flower and

ask you to accept it

once more

took this pain

and i asked of you

that you would make all things new.

Berlin, 4.2010