52° 31' N, 13° 24' O in an ice age kettle hole
Orpheus' broken echoes are still locked
That poem waiting to be written, as still a thousands bombs to detonate right here, but hidden in the ground on flaneurs daily passage
Hermes Trismegistos is calling to add new verses on tabula smaragdina
while a poet watching along my empty bookshelves
gaining his forlorn fairytales
Exhibitions are a changing of unknown memories
far away from its collectors
This calm is like a curious melody through all these inclination
Some may drink a cup of Rikyus' tea and taste its subtle elegance;
Others may listen to the dying sirens whisper from the archives
(Hartmut Fischer, Berlin im Mai/Juni 2011)
published in: Blixa Bargeld and Einstürzende Neubauten: German Experimental Music 'Evading do-re-mi'
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