Kunst ist innerhalb des gesellschaftlich anerkannten Rahmens nicht vorstellbar; will man also Kunstschaffender sein, so muss man sich zunächst von der Konvention befreien. Ist man frei von dem Rahmen — dann erst tut sich die Weite auf; das was man „Freigeist“ nennt. Man ist schlechterdings, dieses unsäglich nietzscheistische Adverb, gar nicht frei: man hat nur„Mal etwas zur Kunst…“ weiterlesen
© MMXXI A.N.E. Srrrrrrrrrr … fffffffffrrrr; thradta‘thirrrr — sirrrrr. Source=Stoneplate%0001&3:„•I/^vv•–¡¡I•^•vvw•^II!/•>v<^•^\_•>>^w•iI^||•^•“ … Source=Stoneplate%1101001&kr:„They Krimbath, fifteen carl from the forest we came. Thirty men theyz Thicket-Cave were slaughtered, the dozen uuomen Krimbathu his prize. All great Oaks Spirit its Victory, Thicket-Cave wez fireplace, long live, cyrcle be filfuled.“ … Source=Clay[¿?–%4:„The dawn of the third Moon, Superior Threshrak!,„Peace, Love, Security and a safe spot near the Fireplace.“ weiterlesen
Reprint “From taboo to human right” by L. A. Minelli — Review by A.N.E. Sooooooo, finally, yesterday I have received my copy of Ludwig A. Minelli‘s informative plea for the human right of suicide. This, because I am a member of Dignitas Germany, an association for the enforcement of wilful, humanitarian, suicide and, also, suicide„On Euthanasia“ weiterlesen
© MMXXI A.N.E. Where Snowflakes silentlyFall onto ferruginous soilA Ginkgo Tree sprouts… I was so enthralled by y‘all‘s quick response and liking of my obnoxious haiku, that I made a blockbuster out of it! See: https://www.instagram.com/p/CKtC8sIJyir/?igshid=1ozarmjhjwkoa So this is the video tiktok apparently wouldn’t appreciate: because I am radically pro freedom of speech, I’ll show„Shitflakes“ weiterlesen
© MMXX-I, A.N.E / Track „death spiral“ by A.N.E. No animals were harmed in this Video. In fact I saved the little bugger and set him into the grass. Due to my ignorance, I might have meddled with the little worm‘s suicide, in which case I‘m terribly sorry.
Weiland war alles leiwand?
© MMXX A.N.E. Life is, oh – a cruel adventure –It may be bliss, it can be rapture… Or none of that — a copycat? To find a place, to correctly sort oneself,And find a box you’re fully fitting in —Alas, so many coffins in that shelf,First the air’s too thick to breathe, then suddenly„The riddles of life… (ha, ha! hæ?)“ weiterlesen
© MMXX A.N.E. Some people’s work remains unfinished – like mine… To rot intrinsically, to be diminished, But who can say that wasn’t fine? Some peoples lives are just in vain – like the baby’s death upon being born, Or a canvas to be torn in disdain… Some people have to live in burning pain„Ballade zéro“ weiterlesen
© MMXX A.N.E. Sun is shining, moon does whatever copycats do.Cannot. Deadhead forgetmenot exhibits vanity.Cannot. Rusting cans are silently falling apart.Cannot. Capacities are developing still lives of opportunities.Cannot. Can not knots nag necks now?Cannot. Candles can give less light than stars long gone.Cannot. Yes, we can whatever we want to preserve.Can nod. Can Dolores take„Carrot cannot rot“ weiterlesen
© MMXX A.N.E. The times he lives in are different. Since not only pieces of art can be reproduced infinitely – but also human beings, too – the Surplus Alps can be seen from any place on earth. The times he lives in are times of excess. He is sitting on a bench at Zauderville„Sylt, et øyeblikk.“ weiterlesen
© MMXX A.N.E. I once heard a murmur echoing from elder underground ruins. “Dite, te rogo qui infernales partes tenes…”, followed by a sharp hiss of moaning. So I stalked through the night, down a withered stairwell, overgrown by moss and blue scorpion grass. Following a pitch black hallway, I suddenly find myself close to„Dis’ Order“ weiterlesen
So this one will be different. Different, because I won’t tell you fairy tales of mainstream common sense. I will start with those, though – because we need to begin somewhere. So the common story goes like this: Depression is a malfunction of your brain. An imbalance of neurotransmitters. If you have ever in your„On Depression and Pessimism“ weiterlesen
© MMXIX A.N.E. I‘m walking the heavens up to the hells, Silently casting shadows like spells, Thirstily sucking blue blood from catnipples – When, beneath me, the surface of a tear ripples… And behold the sun, the moon and a whole night sky in betwixt – Like something odd and twisted about my mind that„Of a strange perception, a midget stripper and a happy end“ weiterlesen
© MMXIX A.N.E. One morning you wake up knowing for sure that you’re lost, wishing the sun was already setting again… No place to go, no appetite — No place to sleep, no hope at all… Just a grave more shallow than life smiling at you at the brink of dawn…
© MMXVII A.N.E. 0-800- SUICIDE: Where is Bonnie, wondered Clyde. Your bonnie is over the ocean. She started a deadly commotion.
© MMXVIII A.N.E Inhale the deadly air in one deep breath, the sun is fading and the pitchblack is High above… Spine has withered away — Bleaching pages… (Some feral beast devours a blazing torch) Falling petals — Eyes turn white… Down below: Silence in a dark Abyss, a candle burns For me, who sought„Beheaded home“ weiterlesen
© MMXVII A.N.E. We drink clear, fresh, soothing water. Permeate us. Sustain us. Splash. Drink. Die. Oh, sun – our holy mother… Warm us. Caress us. Burn. Scream. Die. Why, earth – our holy father… Give us shelter. Feed us. Eat. Devour. Die. Moon. Oh, moon. We humans came from the moon, once, I heard.„Water, bringer of death“ weiterlesen