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Haikus & other paradoxes by Klaus Hu 2000/2010
In times, when everything seems to be distant and close, a vast pervasive ambition calls for a good sense of laughter. Then, desire and passion still seem more valid, than self regulating low brow criticality and poisoned daily rules. Visiting sites. Insight. I wish I could go deeper into the paintings layers, but time and speed of presence leave me unnoticed of this claim. Like the studio?s space renders these visions. I leave my desires inside body sized frames, like catastrophes transforming the old planet into youth. If space is matter, then time is the void - the string. Letting go. Frei zu gehen Was mich h?lt Diese Frage tausendmal gestellt Das Meer Der TraumZu weit entfernt Fr die notwendigen Vorkehrungen Rckw?rts Blendet die Sonne nicht Hinterl?sst feinen Staub Fast unsichtbar.
Open to go What keeps me in placeThis question asked a thousand times The sea The dreamToo far away For taking the necessary precautions BackwardsThe sun isn?t dazzling Leaves Refined dust Nearly invisible. Hatte die Fragen falsch gestellt Jetzt haben sich die Antworten Selbst umgedrehtIm Lichte der Nacht. Die Reflexion im Glas - dazwischen Die Zeichnung als ObjektDas Bild als Abwesendes Die Schrift fr ZeitDie Linie fr Raum. Kalte Architektur - sagte er. Zweisamkeit ungelebt. Einsamkeit eingetauscht gegen das Ungewisse. Had offered the wrong questions Now - the answers turned round their axisOn the spot of the night. The reflection inside glass - in-between the drawing as objectThe image as something abstract The writing for timeThe line for space. Cold architecture - he said. Never had been a couple. Loneliness traded for the Unknown. Weit entfernt Not too farWhat am I waiting For? Waiting?Minutes, seconds, crystalline nanoseconds The house at the beach Full of two roomsA writing machine Und eine Leinwand Der Himmel - die ErdeDazwischen - ichWesen - unbekanntRichtung - losgel?st The sky - the earthIn-between - meUnknown beingDestination - unfastened
Complete or fracturedSomehow altered - erased & extinguishedLayered - splitInto two halvesLayer by layerProposing Peggy SueAnd Williams Oh - how beautiful Is pink on blue. Nothing has changed - only years in memorable sightLayers upon layers The skull is facing the morningEnduring the night. Shoot or stayFlow or sitSpit in the rainLough with the lullabiesEvery- thing alteredNothing has changedThe same yearsThe same rowsRed blue and greenA soft pink for craziness. Margaret?s wishlive your lifeCommunicateLive your dreams - enjoyYour mindSleep still in the eyes so long - so long - so long.Fasten your seat belts For tranquility And slownessMinutes - years - vaporized In soft covered suitcasesMarshmallows for the mindSugar for the teaAnd a bit for sewingWithout thatYou ain?t nothingIn the eyes of your friend. The world is still a mess. So don?t count the dust on bookshelvesThey only catch an eyeFor those to come. Be it as it mayIndian summers dreamCrackled along the heaters ripplesSomehow fickle - nippledReturning overborne- Sincerity is sloshingSometimes like a giggleWithout opening the mouth. Close your eyelids - they?re all comingTo take you awayTo new shorelines of shelter. Do you remember the house at the seaside?Two rooms?One canvas?Where is ur love, while sewing ur jeans?And don?t forget ur horoscope! Jumping Jack Flash The Rolling Stone magazine on my sideA little stage box full of numbersMoved my heartLike water from a springDuring this summer?s SundayIn Berlin Time for a jumpA ride in lettersWhite and black inkݺߣs of imprintSoul - mate Now - that war is globalAnd peace you?ll find at the bar next doorWhat can I perceive Than just the vanishing NOWIts everlasting TIME Its space and flowIts rhythmAnd its paleness
Colour may come later. The water bubbles in the middle You can?t eat its cryingThey think it?s a children?s playBut during nightThe bubble turns towards a waveDrowning its most optimistic players. I own a diving suit for my pleasure. Moon RiverBreakfast at TiffanysThis old movie I can?t hide my fearsBodies are the current territoriesAnd its currency: A rose Weiss Wann kommt der WinterMit seiner blendenden FlleUm einen neuen Anfang zu setzen? MorgendsRe-flektiert die TeekanneAlgorithmenOhne zu z?hlenDie Musik. Stell dich nicht so anSagt die BlumeUnd zielt. WhiteWhen does winter come?With its blinding sightTo start again. In the morningThe teapot reflectsAlgorithmsWithout countingThe music Don't make such a fussSays the flowerAnd shoots. Die indische GottheitEine PrinzessinEin KreisAus Kreide gezogenIn GedankenAn das Weitergehen&Innehalten zugleich. The indian goddessA princessA circleDrawn by chalkThinkingTo move on& standstill at the same time Handwritten signsThe sound of the streetThousand colours. A corridorMoving alongA landscapeSand A church bell in the night For the escape of the soul To avoid the nightmare
I am not the housekeeper The heater in the bathSings a constant songOne soundFlowing catharsis Nemesis is my shipThe word my knifeThe colour my wayBlack and white is for foolsWho wants to know something concrete?I want to know nothing. Promises Cut a hole deep in my selfFor the dayThatAwakens with a shudderLeaving amnesia behindEmbracing wordsOn the street of life Its as seen as unseenGreenish young colourBullets of and for the future. Complexities Inscription into meaningSmall gap for loversRondo?Ever moving cascade

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  • 2. In times, when everything seems to be distant and close, a vast pervasive ambition calls for a good sense of laughter. Then, desire and passion still seem more valid, than self regulating low brow criticality and poisoned daily rules. Visiting sites. Insight. I wish I could go deeper into the paintings layers, but time and speed of presence leave me unnoticed of this claim. Like the studio?s space renders these visions. I leave my desires inside body sized frames, like catastrophes transforming the old planet into youth. If space is matter, then time is the void - the string. Letting go. Frei zu gehen Was mich h?lt Diese Frage tausendmal gestellt Das Meer Der TraumZu weit entfernt Fr die notwendigen Vorkehrungen Rckw?rts Blendet die Sonne nicht Hinterl?sst feinen Staub Fast unsichtbar.
  • 3. Open to go What keeps me in placeThis question asked a thousand times The sea The dreamToo far away For taking the necessary precautions BackwardsThe sun isn?t dazzling Leaves Refined dust Nearly invisible. Hatte die Fragen falsch gestellt Jetzt haben sich die Antworten Selbst umgedrehtIm Lichte der Nacht. Die Reflexion im Glas - dazwischen Die Zeichnung als ObjektDas Bild als Abwesendes Die Schrift fr ZeitDie Linie fr Raum. Kalte Architektur - sagte er. Zweisamkeit ungelebt. Einsamkeit eingetauscht gegen das Ungewisse. Had offered the wrong questions Now - the answers turned round their axisOn the spot of the night. The reflection inside glass - in-between the drawing as objectThe image as something abstract The writing for timeThe line for space. Cold architecture - he said. Never had been a couple. Loneliness traded for the Unknown. Weit entfernt Not too farWhat am I waiting For? Waiting?Minutes, seconds, crystalline nanoseconds The house at the beach Full of two roomsA writing machine Und eine Leinwand Der Himmel - die ErdeDazwischen - ichWesen - unbekanntRichtung - losgel?st The sky - the earthIn-between - meUnknown beingDestination - unfastened
  • 4. Complete or fracturedSomehow altered - erased & extinguishedLayered - splitInto two halvesLayer by layerProposing Peggy SueAnd Williams Oh - how beautiful Is pink on blue. Nothing has changed - only years in memorable sightLayers upon layers The skull is facing the morningEnduring the night. Shoot or stayFlow or sitSpit in the rainLough with the lullabiesEvery- thing alteredNothing has changedThe same yearsThe same rowsRed blue and greenA soft pink for craziness. Margaret?s wishlive your lifeCommunicateLive your dreams - enjoyYour mindSleep still in the eyes so long - so long - so long.Fasten your seat belts For tranquility And slownessMinutes - years - vaporized In soft covered suitcasesMarshmallows for the mindSugar for the teaAnd a bit for sewingWithout thatYou ain?t nothingIn the eyes of your friend. The world is still a mess. So don?t count the dust on bookshelvesThey only catch an eyeFor those to come. Be it as it mayIndian summers dreamCrackled along the heaters ripplesSomehow fickle - nippledReturning overborne- Sincerity is sloshingSometimes like a giggleWithout opening the mouth. Close your eyelids - they?re all comingTo take you awayTo new shorelines of shelter. Do you remember the house at the seaside?Two rooms?One canvas?Where is ur love, while sewing ur jeans?And don?t forget ur horoscope! Jumping Jack Flash The Rolling Stone magazine on my sideA little stage box full of numbersMoved my heartLike water from a springDuring this summer?s SundayIn Berlin Time for a jumpA ride in lettersWhite and black inkݺߣs of imprintSoul - mate Now - that war is globalAnd peace you?ll find at the bar next doorWhat can I perceive Than just the vanishing NOWIts everlasting TIME Its space and flowIts rhythmAnd its paleness
  • 5. Colour may come later. The water bubbles in the middle You can?t eat its cryingThey think it?s a children?s playBut during nightThe bubble turns towards a waveDrowning its most optimistic players. I own a diving suit for my pleasure. Moon RiverBreakfast at TiffanysThis old movie I can?t hide my fearsBodies are the current territoriesAnd its currency: A rose Weiss Wann kommt der WinterMit seiner blendenden FlleUm einen neuen Anfang zu setzen? MorgendsRe-flektiert die TeekanneAlgorithmenOhne zu z?hlenDie Musik. Stell dich nicht so anSagt die BlumeUnd zielt. WhiteWhen does winter come?With its blinding sightTo start again. In the morningThe teapot reflectsAlgorithmsWithout countingThe music Don't make such a fussSays the flowerAnd shoots. Die indische GottheitEine PrinzessinEin KreisAus Kreide gezogenIn GedankenAn das Weitergehen&Innehalten zugleich. The indian goddessA princessA circleDrawn by chalkThinkingTo move on& standstill at the same time Handwritten signsThe sound of the streetThousand colours. A corridorMoving alongA landscapeSand A church bell in the night For the escape of the soul To avoid the nightmare
  • 6. I am not the housekeeper The heater in the bathSings a constant songOne soundFlowing catharsis Nemesis is my shipThe word my knifeThe colour my wayBlack and white is for foolsWho wants to know something concrete?I want to know nothing. Promises Cut a hole deep in my selfFor the dayThatAwakens with a shudderLeaving amnesia behindEmbracing wordsOn the street of life Its as seen as unseenGreenish young colourBullets of and for the future. Complexities Inscription into meaningSmall gap for loversRondo?Ever moving cascade