Do you know what? Of course you don’t know. Already I don’t know too.
“to write poetry after auschwitz is barbaric; and: it is impossible to write poetry after auschwitz’’ I am sitting in Berlin, Tucholsky Straße alone with a beer in Tankbier and
somebody : who are you? ask – me 1.way : iii… mmmm…, i aaam… hhhhmm… winaprise. somebody : what? me 2.way : ok. cabbage. anybody : aaaa (f r o
escaping from the adjective-noun and taking refuge in the verb
I think, a lot, these days about objectivity and subjectivity and their relation with the power and also daily experience of them in every seconds of our life and also
تفاوت است میان آزادی و آزاد گذاشتن
i am not sure, never-ever. but i thought about the system? for a long time. its relation with our modern stupidity. the system, which supports and somehow in the modern
extinction – surrender – knowledge
believe or not believe: i died yesterday, again; but i today was born two times.
planning – control – freedom – requirement – equality – justice