Hans

Sep 16

Silk road

A fly Below the Saksaul A white line A dead camel, bones Ants, on the rotten skin Barren horizon, a moon Tracks into space, concrete, Industrial wasteland, very far to Aral Miles of freight trains to Russia go along the flat lakes with the millions of birds Fresh water from Pamir to Kattakurgan I take my Cabrio ride with my maps, clock, glass First to Sharshara Tandyr-Kebab caraway lamb and pine and then Over the pass with the Chinese traders to Fergana I buy a grey quail, a chukar partridge,...

Hans

Sep 20

Kyber Pass

Transform life into digits 0101010101 kisses an eye brow lips a foal dirty snow the pain in your heart into random numbers how does that feel to reshape a smile from digits a bone 3000 years old printing memories to plastic 3d coarse missing data the tectonic fissures of Kyber Pass 31.01.2017

Hans

Sep 16

In the art prison

In the prison of art Ivory tower The Sassanids pass in the distance Helis and Stukas don’t notice us In the lonely fortress of beauty Scraps of words from unknown languages ​​are being blown out of the Caucasus by the wind Into the ears and eyebags of dreams and intuition At the center of conflicting energies Pole fields tug at the substance Feet and bones burn Within the sacred limits of pure art Where even the lemon trees wither and radioactivity dominates the ideal concept of dividing pure...