HansDesert
Desert shadow Rolling bushes Roller Peripheries A highway to the coast And up to 31 floors On Friday 13 Liquid filter opens real gaze Lift shift remove layer The life is a film Most uncertain Is the most probable My fried brain Smoked to drain Body balance me Sand patches between steppe grazers Saguramo - Dzalisi 13.11.2022
HansSilk 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,...
HansIn 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...
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HansDesert
Desert shadow Rolling bushes Roller Peripheries A highway to the coast And up to 31 floors On Friday 13 Liquid filter opens real gaze Lift shift remove layer The life is a film Most uncertain Is the most probable My fried brain Smoked to drain Body balance me Sand patches between steppe grazers Saguramo - Dzalisi 13.11.2022
HansSilk 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,...
HansIn 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...
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Transform life
into digits
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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
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
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