Black Swan

Again I don’t have to say much. This picture speaks for itself. I knew that they exist but I have never seen one before. So behold, the black swan.

Sintra

Sintra. South West Europe. Portugal.
I roam the palaces with my friend from Kasachstan, telling him stories about Conchita Wurst. Then I see him:

He is creation and I even forget about Wurst. I consider the contrast to the Lisbon suburbs that I just had crossed and think of the Bauernbergpark Man.

He would like to live in this park instead. The climate is ideal for Bauernbergpark Men...

Humble and touched I will return home.

I have seen a place with more tourists than in Salzburg.

Cool

It is nice and fascinating though, especially when you walk a bit away from the main tracks.

However, cu soon.

Always leaving town

It is time to travel again. The luggage I’ve left behind or even thrown away is my PhD.

So I am travelling lighter now.

I’ll go to Linz, Wels, Graz, Vienna, Lisbon and back. All I need to do is listen. All I need to do is to perform – and listen some more time.

This is good. There is not too much thinking involved, just breathing in, listening, breathing out, breathing in, performing and finally breathing out again. Nothing more and nothing less than that.

I have recently considered publishing my poetry. However, who cares about that. People tend not to read poetry nowadays, and you cannot compete with Rilke or Whitman.

So what.

Breathing in, breathing out.

Maybe I will put some more of my poems on the blog. However, I will have to discuss this with my manager and best man first.

This morning I read some statistics on pickpockets. Barcelona seems to be pickpocket paradise.

Lisbon is on rank 8 among European cities and regions.

So when I come back I still want to have this device and my other belongings.

So what?

Breathing out.

The traveller is always leaving town…

Trainology, Timeology, Sociogology

Trainology is the science of sitting in a train, and even sometimes standing and is an interdisciplinary endeavor. It is partly anthropology and partly sociology. And science and technology studies because the train is moving.
Case study: Why do people not grasp the concept of silent coaches?

Timeology is more of an art form between physics, sociology and time management. I have stolen the term from Douglas Adams of course.
Case study: Why is it that we cannot own time and why that is a pity for capitalism?

Sociogology is not a misspelling of sociology. No. It is the sociology of sociogols, who are a subgroup of sociologists who call themselves sociogols.
Case study: The history of sociolé.

Of course we can invent many names for sciences. Some are more accurate or important some are less entertaining. There are as many sciences as band names.
Still the guys, two rows away, keep ranting on about bullshit, as loud as possible, using the cell phone too, sitting in the silent coach.
Still I wonder, where the saying "time is money" comes from. Please don't tell me. Sure it was not Buddha who said that.
Still I miss my sociogolic friends sometimes. Discussions in the dark. Social sociology, not desktop sociology. Lively, interactive, multi-facetted.

I'm not far from home, still on the train, still listening to the silent coach barbarians, still considering:

Trainology, Timeology, Sociogology

Regenesis

This makes me wonder a lot about people’s intentions, although it seems to be about science.

I am on a train in a tunnel on the way from Vienna back to Linz and the train has stopped.

That gives me time again to consider the question: Can we simply stop?

Stop? Sit and watch?

Watch the flowers grow, the water flow by, the clouds pass?

Or do we have to be faster, ever faster to escape doom, to run to the hills, to act as quickly as possible? Be quick or be dead?

The real Regenesis would not be a material one; it would be one of our minds.

I am a preacher of slowness, of solitude, emptiness and nothing.

Not even that. I am a passenger in a quiet world, I don’t move, I sit still even at high speeds. Yes

Regenesis: Why would we want to change something that is recreated every instant.

Why, I wonder?

Solitude

Pee Age Dee

I am dreaming of a little gnome, coming up the stairs at night, giving me my academic title. It is a dream indeed. I think that I will win a Grammy or an Oscar before that.
Ah, a new dream. The Bauernbergpark Man, returning from his imprisonment, will sit on his park bench, smiling this time and he will say: "Ahh Dr Archy 2000, how are you today?"
Ok. Stop. I should stop drinking this non-alcoholic wheat beer.
I should draw another Neruda question.
Or meditate.
Or better work on my thesis.
Hmpf.

Mother Russia

I grew up in an area that was occupied by Russian troops from 1945-1955. However I lived there from 1980-1990. That was my time to occupy that land.

So my connections to Mother Russia are very loose. I do not know many Russian people, myself. Those that I know, I appreciate very much.

All I know about Russians from the post-war period is based on tales from my grandmother and all I recall is that the Russians did not have the chewing gum: the US boys did. In spite of this difference in resources Austria stayed neutral.

Nowadays the Russians have much more chewing gum than for instance let’s say the Ukraine. The Crimean people, whose flag gave away the game before the referendum, crave more chewing gum, among other things.

I think Austria regardless of its incorruptibility by chewing gum shall stay neutral again.

Signs of the Bauernbergpark Man

Last autumn he spent about five days in the park.
Then he disappeared again.
A few days ago I was walking my dog along the north end of the park, when a police car stopped. It was the third one that I saw that day near the park. They were looking for the Man.
I did not see him that day and have not met him since.
However, the policemen did not get out of they cars to look for him in the park.
"How strange" I thought and walked my dog back home, past the place where once the park benches stood, that had been the home of the Man for many a night.

Friends will be friends

In the 1986 promo video of friends will be friends, Freddie looks as if he is the healthiest one of them all. However, he was the first one of them to go.
I came across this video after spending a nice evening in my favorite bar and my favorite restaurant with one of my favorite friends. We were having a perfect time although we had to talk about serious incidents and developments around us.
Friends will be friends right 'till the end.
I am not such a big Queen fan anymore although it was my number one band 26 years ago. We all change, and the world around us changes even faster.
I am glad, that in the middle of this stream we can sometimes hold on to the tiny islands of our friendships, rest for a while and enjoy.

Thank you out there...