Let’s drown together

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„You have to see the sunrise over Venice“, I was told. But there were clouds in sky.

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But all in all, you don’t need a Palazzo

…and you don’t need the view from the Campanile di San Marco

…or canary birds on balconies,

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you don’t need a sweeter sound than laundry drying in the wind

or a more spectacular smell then the remains of the Mercati di Rialto

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if you just walk the remote lanes of the city, getting sooner or later inevitably lost.

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We never deserved those lingering eyes.

crossing oxford street

It was a few days before Christmas that I took a walk in London.
The weather was neither cold nor warm (or at least I didn’t notice) but in the sky there were bubbles and the pavement was plastered with spat out chewing gums.

sleeping on the train

How long the night must have been. How short the night must have been. How sharp the underground lights sting the heavy eyes.

chalk farm vintage christmas jumpers

I didn’t care for a Christmas jumper. Although they were marvelous.

sweet pink christmas cake

And I didn’t care for a pink piece of cake (someone else already did – halfway that is).

camden market leopard

Then I met beautiful people at Camden Market. Psychedelic Rabbits and Leopards and Bare Ankles and all laced in gold.

Jesus is watching you

From behind the window sill I felt a tingle. It was the CCTV watching me.

Sleeping beauty on the train

And the train guided me into my nothingness, lulling us into sleep; the machine a sudden caring mother.

feeding hungry pidgeons

My last friends. They left stains and the impression of their feathery weight on my arm.

Basic Patterns of Derangement

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More attachment to a city
in its autumn heart I find not only the twilit cold
one could expect
at the end of October
but layered structures that seem to exist in the strangest places.

Walking Oslo once again I wish for more
eyes to notice
more
hands to feel
more
memory to not forget.

Take my rainy mind

bloom in the rain

As I walked through a friend’s garden,
I noticed autumn’s vanguard.

Funny, I thought.

There doesn’t seem to be anything more beautiful –

Rainy Pond

than September Rain on a goldfish pond

than rain coated tomatoes (that won’t get red any more)

than a tiny pool bordered by hibiscus petals

than sturdy blossoms awaiting the end of the year.

Just breathe on inconspicuously

Guess my thoughts, I say,
to myself (because there is no one else I could ask)
and I answer:

It would feel a little strange to be a Rumanian stray dog
in Constanța

but I could do worse,
chasing cars
chasing fleas
chasing my own shadow as long as there is a sun in the sky.

 

Intricacy of a simple thing.

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Have you ever seen the peony’s bud?
It’s not much more than a tight oval.

But when the bud opens up,

the greatest petals
and carpels
and stigma
burst
out.

And while I inhaled the sweet rose’s scent
I couldn’t help but think that it’s a bit like the mind.

There is so much that the cranium
hides from the world.

You never
know.

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Try the pondering mind.

haeundae beach busan

I would spend 3000 ₩ on a pack of rice chips to feed the seagulls
and I would have their screams accompany me down the beach.

stone bridge

I would walk across to have a look on the other side (and maybe I would stay there.)

hills magnolia gyeongju

I would wait for the sun to set just to see the magnolia at nightfall (between burial mounds, it is death and short term life, as always.)

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And I would be a Koi in cold pond water.

Buried Bliss and Comfort’s Fast Decay

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Winter came late this time and

as I strolled Warsaw’s cobblestone pavement

as my hands were pressed against the insides of my pockets

as I found snowflakes in the corners of my squinted eyes, making my sight blurry,

I met a lady outside of her shop.

She stood there and had a smoke, a cold one. A smoke with wind in the back of her neck and around her ankles.

„Warsaw is rather cruel to you“, I said, but I guess she didn’t hear me.

Maybe I didn’t say it out loud.

Have You Forsaken Me?

Doorbell abandoned

I never cared to take a look. But one day, on my way to work,

I peeped through the shattered window. And there,

inside,

was a small, dusted world, waiting to be kissed awake. (blink, blink and it may be gone)