Literature: poetry VIII

patrol 
by Kilian 

nine crowds,
varied types of beings
slowly
walk beside me on
white walls
at night, foreseeing
that we will not compromise
for I don't know one
single word
written on their shoulders,
teeth are black and
heads are grey, all of
them grown older

Literature: poetry VII

the edge of buildings

by Kilian

what if the parody

is true but lost

and my visions plod

in corners

how can I waste

the many things, tossed,

cosy, cheap suborners

Music: Turn on the Bright Lights by Interpol

At Least One Minute Each Day

They were prophesied as the new Joy Division of the U.S. indie rock scene associated with gloomy baritone vocals, uniquely odd lyrics and an as cold as concrete sound. With their 2002 debut album Turn on the Bright Lights the New York based Interpol contributed one of the most important pop albums of the 2000s. Their distinctive signature shines through each song and perhaps this record carries one of the symptomatic styles of the past decade.

by Kilian

Literature: poetry VI

visitors/particles 
by Kilian 

have you rested in a
thousand years,
your voice ahead of millions,
tunnels in congested spheres
through sticky tons of
trillions

Literature: poetry V

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this site

by Kilian

speaking

I'm not represented

here and in these words

in juddering sequence,

move then and

map

the vast, shady piles,

therefrom clap-

trap,

a stutter is gushing out,

night-blue sallowness

where it defiles

with rigours and odds,

but now 
cycles have ended

and augur 

remains a lie, what I 
was all about,
I cannot 
identify

Film: Vanilla Sky by Cameron Crowe

There Are Two Colours In My Head

A rich man's sorrows won't become less painful through love affairs, suicide or cryostasis. But the future is not made and every minute can emerge as a revolution of the mind in Cameron Crowe's 2001 blockbuster Vanilla Sky. Hollywood's visible thumbprints cover the work and still, the subconscious is strong in a nightmarish journey towards the very own person. With some luck this may end with someone asking to "open your eyes" and see that everything is still in its right place. Or just in another hallucination?

by Kilian

Literature: poetry IV

to spend one day 
by Kilian 

do what pleases you
laud your minutes,
they are long
find your urge, then
lead a life
get where you want, dive
deep and pick up your
pieces
from this ground

Literature: poetry III

the hurried 
by Kilian

there can be no somnolence
there can be no silence
and no rest
instead of holding
effort's throwing
and when it lands in the still growing
no sleep could interrupt
the striving pursuit for completion,
holiest ambition