spring is coming,
this shy yet steady sunshine, like that first moist kiss a felt onehundredyears ago (the one that taught you itS only a small shift from lover to loser, and loss is the major theme); spring is coming i hear and say. and smell. please do take responsibility and enjoy yourselves today. hereS a little help from some architects straight out of these (i suppose) crazy years in the 1960s in vienna and elsewhere. vanilla ice-cream and a huge mattress. sounds like soft porn or then-cutting edge art, slaughtering some cows. i wonder if the post-x in all these thrownnesses & entanglements might for a second have felt like the reluctance of an early afternoon in march. a hint of freedom and adventure, and the urgent desire to leave one’s room, no matter what. and lentekriebel, allerorten.
find some stuff on HAUS-RUCKER-CO LIVE again in linz 2007 here.