Poem Idea

Ich nenne meine Dusche Jesus Christus, denn
 aus Wasser macht er  mich rein.

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Ozymandias

“Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!” 
 
I have mixed feelings about life right now. I’m walking this very narrow line between reckless narcissism and falling into abject despair. I’m not sure if this is an SSRI thing or an existential crisis thing – my “Lexistentialism” is undoubtedly complicating things (I think), but I’m not [...]

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Spectres

I am at a point in my life where must either kill myself or develop an extensive drug habit.
 When I was younger, I had this recurring fantasy that I would die at a young age. I’m not particularly sure what brought this about; mostly an inability to imagine myself as an adult, or at least, [...]

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Japanese Marxism

Again, filling space with stuff I’m writing for other classes. This is about a really intriguing Japanese Marxist, who is pretty much unknown in the United States because economists here are 1.) parochial and 2.) afraid of foreigners almost as much as they’re afraid of Marxists.
 
Kojin Karatani
An enigmatic presence in Western economics, Kojin Karatani’s relatively [...]

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More German Poetry

I’m feeling slightly guilty for not writing on this blog more frequently. Guilt is a confusing emotion for me, because I very rarely possess the ability to be self-critical (at least as far as intellectual indeavours are concerned, which begs the question – what isn’t an intellectual endeavour?- but I digress.) What I’m doing to [...]

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Tausenderlei

Tausenderlei
„Liebe?” Mein Vater lacht.
„Was weißt denn ein Jung
Von der ewigen Liebe?”
Ein Tausend Bilder eilen vor meinen Augen.
Decken, in
Einem zerknitterten Bett
Smutziges Geschirr
Leere Weinflaschen
Zwei Seifen in der Dusche.
Ein Tausend Geräusche dringen die Luft durch.
Lachen
Versprechen
Herzschläge, und
Tausendmal
„Liebling”
Flüsterleise.
Ich räuspere mein Hals.
Tausende Bilder mehr.
Kalt einschlafen,
Kalt aufstehen.
Unruhige Nächte
Tränen, und morgens
Eine einzelne Tasse in der Spüle.
„Ich hasse Abschiede”
Sagt sie
Flüsterleise.
Meine Lippen bewegen.
„Nichts,” sag [...]

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