If I were a young man

H (less quick and dirty 1)

1) Heroin: for me is a song sung by Lou Reed, maybe Velvet Underground stuff. It is also a very dangerous and addictive drug, that you have to inject into a vein. Maybe you can take it orally or smoke it. It is better to listen to the song than to take the drug, I guess.

2) Hero: A long time ago I was watching a friend, playing a computer game. It was a strategy game about world war two. He pointed at a infantry unit in a North African town, that was surrounded by twenty enemy units, including tanks, aircraft and artillery. He said: "That's what I call heroes". In the next turn, the infantry unit was gone.

3) Holy Grail: A cup that was filled with the blood of Jesus Christ. It is also a metaphor for a miraculous device, fetish or object of desire, that maybe exists, but is impossible to get. It is also in the title of a brilliant Monty Pythons movie.

4) Healing: This is for me the process of getting whole after being split into many pieces. In Austria only medical institutions may do this. All others are not allowed. Healing yourself is mainly regarded as useful but also seen as utter madness. It is also the process of coming home to yourself or your self.

5) Hurricane: You are like one.

6) Hitler: Is the gold standard of being an evil dictator. All contemporary adepts such as Mr.T, Mr. P., Mr E. and all the mediocre European successors like Mr. K and so on are gladly far from reaching his totalitarian achievements. Unfortunately the means and methods of regimes have become more sophisticated and subtle.

7) Hydrogen: Can be used in bombs as well as in water. This is a nice metaphor for all technology.

8) Hinduism: Is a western word for religious projects in the South of Asia. It is more than what you can capture in a word. As it is with religion, this includes complete morons as well as true saints and yogis, enlightened ones and blind ones. It costs more money than Buddhism and is more friendly to the concept of the soul.

9) Hiroshima: From that day on it became clear, that we have it in our hands to become extinct very quickly.

10) Hippo: Finally an animal is in the list of my top ten H words. It beat Handke, Hendrix and Hemmingway. Maybe it is large enough to eat all three of them. Maybe it is more realistic that it tramples them to death. I think it looks much nicer than it is. For myself it is the other way round ;-)

Bear

The Bride's Bouquet

Green animal in motion

Mountain Lake

Toothache

inspired by....

Pig

Sheep

As far as I can remember there is a song about these animals, too. 

The birds...

...up on the wires and the telegraph poles, they can always fly away from this rain and this cold...

Logic extension

After a while, I felt sorry for the cat. So I made a friend for it to play with. 

Cat in slow motion (entschleunigte Katze)

Freedom (for Mario)

This one is dedicated to Mario R. , wherever he may be...

Koan 2 "The ox and the window"

Koan 1 "The sound of one hand clapping"

Landscape with giant bird

The various products of what you cannot call boredom, maybe escapism, are what a German would call the butter on the bread of my evenings. I am too lazy to search for the correct idiom in English. Let's say the bird walked out of the house and was surprised that there are red marks on the meadow. In fact the bird was the last element in the picture. If you walk very far away from the scene, it even appears realistic. If you take a close look you can only make out lines and colors. The point is: that's life.

Anthropos 2 (Donald Trump)

Sleeping turkey

Dog

Anthropos 1

Something in between heaven and earth, black and white and good and evil. Something in the middle.

Man

Swarm of little red animals going north

Automaton

Guided by intuition, no meaning left, I declare my automatism to be perfect. Meandering streams of thought hope to be led by the force. May it be with you. It sometimes is with me. Rarely, but then steadily it declares to be there for me, to guide my fingers, whenever I need them, to write or to touch your body. My poetry is lost in oceans of dark velvet foam. My style or grace is the absence of speed or at least it is defined by it. And finally I let my wrist speak to me. This is what it is saying:

Horse

This naturalistic drawing of a horse took me three minutes (including the color). It takes me another minute to post this. At the same time about 100 people do the same (at least). Maybe they do not draw a horse, but maybe another animal. It may be much better artwork than this. However, who will have a look at it, appreciate it, try to copy it? Is there time for that in our copy and paste universe. By the way I should give this a creative commons license, so that everyone who has something to say about horses can use this for their power point presentations. Enough pathos. This style of art production is close to Warhol's factory idea. Let's make a piece in five minutes instead of a day.

If anyone wants to buy the original, feel free to contact me. (hahahaha= mad laughter). 

My Head

While this is a quite accurate drawing of my head the picture itself encodes my future. Nice, I'd say. It's one o'clock a.m an I've been reading students' stuff. Makes my head feel like this. I definitely need some rest. Good night.

The wolf is at your door

...the wolf...

Flower

It's time for drawing a few things everywhere, anytime...

Der böse Onkel

Inverted thought bubble

In analogy to reciprocal space: here is the inverted thought bubble.

It is thinking in German and it is here for your entertainment.

Woman

Mother, rule the world

Lead the way through mist and darkness

Mother, take their hands

Let them feel your love and kindness

Feed them, bleed for them

Be wise

Daughter, take your time

Sit down and listen to their stories

Daughter, make them proud

Give them a share of your glory

Thrust them, be with them

When the end is near

Woman, be yourself

Live the life that you dream of

Woman, touch the stars

And feel the ground that you walk on

Be true, and would you

Walk for a while by my side

From the archives of Archie's old lyrics: feel free to make a song with that (found again late on a mother's day)

Heaven and Hell

From the doors of perception to heaven and hell?

I am stuck somewhere in the middle of the sequel and I have the impression that after achieving enlightenment through mescalin, he lost it again afterwards, or got lost in trying to explain his experience.

The doors were refreshing and inspiring, its sequel is confusing and boring.

After all the problem to try to use words for the description of something that cannot be described.
At least "The Doors of perception" show that Huxley was there, that he had the experience.

It is indeed some sort of heaven.
But hell follows if you cannot go on, if you try to cling to the experience, hold on to it.

However you call this being One-with-All, however you get there, this experience has to be built brick by brick. Otherwise it is only temporarily possible, or it will leave you in simple madness.

SO let us go on: on a long rocky road, without achieving anything.

Good night

The doors of perception

Open the door, break on through to the other side, until the end, my beautiful friend, the end.
And when the music is over, turn out the light.
The quick and dirty way through heaven and hell, that can only be travelled safely by people with a sound liver and a solid psychological disposition, seems to be a dead end street for some people, too.
Some arrive there involuntarily, in schizophrenia and psychosis.
Some need a few reincarnations to be fit to leave the cabbage fields of everyday consumerism.
Nevertheless it is worth the trip.
How can you find out that you are already where you ought to be?
There are countless answers to that question and even more people whose intention it is to tell you that you are not there, that you need to buy things to get there, take things to get there, work, try harder, climb mountains or dig through endless mud.
My advice is, forget it.
Just breathe three times (not two never four) deeply and awake (another stolen hint: Thanx Thich)
And as I am doing it myself now, I am leaving the domain of words again, no mescalin, I promise, adenochrome, maybe, no LSD, just one more song, maybe.
See you tomorrow.
On the other side.

Animal

The Quarry

Iain Banks used to question the seemingly normal things in life.
He put the extreme into focus, into the centre.
He often fooled us into a black and white world where you, as a reader either tried to escape into the gray or permanently chose the wrong side of the medal.

I love him for that.
I miss him for that.

Make a line in the news

From my humble beginnings at school, through chemical engineering, sociology, Zen and communication science I have finally arrived in newsrooms and media houses.


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There I wander like an alien doing research on an exotic planet.
What do Zen and News have in common?

I think both deal with the here and now, with the eternal present. Zen practice tries to keep you there.
News are a sort of photograph of the now, that on the one hand is there to be consumes instantly and maybe forgotten, on the other hand it is achronicle of the world rolling steadily towards chaos.

I prefer Zen.

But I respect the news process. It is my profession to study it.

Now I'll go back  from the there to the here and from the virtual to the real now.

All the sisters of mercy

Leonard Cohen is singing to me while I am reflecting on Ian Banks "The Quarry" and while I am looking forward to Aldous Huxley's "The Doors of Perception".
I have only 4 minutes left to tell you this story.
Meanwhile my coffee is turning cold.
I actually want to express myself.
But i don't know about what.
So I think that I have reached a certain state of enlightenment.
Emptiness, void, hey that's no way to say goodbye.
2 minutes, Cohen again.
1 minute
pointless but who cares
who
who am I?
aaaaahhhhh.

The second week of creation

On the eighth day God created the dinosaurs and buried them deep under the ground, to mislead the unbelievers and to test the believers.

On the ninth day God created the invisible, radioactivity, neutrinos, bacteria and viruses, to have a secret, that is worth to be discovered.

On the tenth day God created the organisation, to be able to give a present to the devil that makes him desperate.

On the eleventh day God created doubt for the purpose of camouflage.

On the twelfth day He finally created science, never to be bored again in all eternity.

On the thirteenth day God created me for telling this story.

On the fourteenth day He rested again and he didn’t know for sure what to do next.

Die zweite Schöpfungswoche

Am achten Tag schuf Gott die Saurier und vergrub sie tief in der Erde, um die Ungläubigen in die Irre zu führen und die Gläubigen zu prüfen.

Am neunten Tag schuf Gott das Unsichtbare, die radioaktive Strahlung, die Neutrinos, die Bakterien und die Viren, um auch noch ein Geheimnis zu haben, das es wert ist, entdeckt zu werden.

Am zehnten Tag schuf Gott die Organisation um dem Teufel einmal ein Spielzeug schenken zu können, an dem dieser selbst verzweifeln sollte.

Am elften Tag schuf Gott den Zweifel um sich besser tarnen zu können.

Am zwölften Tag schließlich schuf er die Wissenschaft, damit ihm in alle Ewigkeit nicht langweilig werden würde.

Am dreizehnten Tag schuf Gott mich, um das alles erzählen zu können.

Am vierzehnten Tag ruhte er wieder und wusste sonst nicht so recht, was er weiter anfangen sollte.