My oldest conversance, Shall I wave..., 2024

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^{Notes of farwell, grotto models and little houses as nut and

schnaps dispenser for the exhibiton When supper is over}^{, Xian Wien}

^{lots of laughs, dispenser 1

cry a little longer, dispenser 2

cry me a river, dispenser 3

notes of farewell

early morning melody, no dream last night

blued by romance, shadowed by maps

I woke up, I stood up, I laid down

30 steps in a circle

I put on, I opened up, I dropped

30 steps in a row

from city wall to city wall, from door to door

I mount the flaps and ring the bells

too much blue, blue skies

just one cloud, I’m passing by

I think of exits, farwells, of many goodbyes

waving tissues, folding serviettes

I think of moving, I think I won’t

I think of farwell dishes, jelly beans, and jolly talks

of woodruff, cherry, lemons

some crusted sugar in between

one sip, one corner, one more grace, what is keeping me?

now of Joni (Mitchell), everything I see, still just blue

croc tears, lots of laughs, constant table talks

someone says: ‚You can make it through these waves‘

someone says: ,Take your time and you’ll be fine’

and someone says: ‚Don’t be shy, you learn to fly‘

mélange calling, dinner calling, night walk calling

the door swings, reddened by cold, Oh city, Oh city

it’s you, repetition, Oh city, Oh city, so damp, so fool

23:30: cordially invited by the sandmen

dress code: so fluffy in grey with dreams of marriage days

a map laid down to call in mind

favs and spots of frenzy

crumbs of comforts on the tablecloth

I monologize about great solitude

about dramas and dangling modes

draped in shades and canvas

I’m about to finish the pirouette

I draw some lines on the mat

a rose, a lily, a raven, a sun

I cheer to you, I wink to you}