Bücher von Mark Fleckenstein

SELF PORTRAIT WITH THE RADIO ONLast night I might have had Retsinaand not cut myself shaving before bedhad it not been for wishing to be elsewhere,goaded by the mirror to hurry, to clearits view of the room. Tonightwill end much the same: watchinga woman's hands pretend to knowthe piano keys, wishing to be fixedinside the song. When you visitthe Oracle, it's best to have your questionin mind as well as written on your hand.While a live rabbit or lamb might travelbetter than a statue, both are necessaryforms of appreciation. The spoilsof conquest or dumb luck, too.Laid against itself, notated inthe player's and composer's mind,shadow becoming shadow and backagain, to solid. The after-effect,peripatetic, multiphasic. If wateredinto bloom, again in the room, a handcoaxing a hand to become real.This could be the thing that lasts;Makes physical, thought. Is thishow to remember? This couldbe the things that lasts.