inaccessible inbetweens

agentur, amsterdam, feb. 2005

8 spoken texts based on the dreams on the period

with videoimages of the surrounding of agentur

german spoken, english subtitles, 6 min

reviser of translation: regina kelaita

recorded at sound studio: jens loden

2005

i’m on a time out

that’s why i am in an outroom

again and again narrowly and widely

the building breaths in a slalom

with a broad smile

bakers squeeze themselves out of the corners

take my last crumbs

and brag

in the mansion of glass

on the hill

i build a baricade

to sleep

guys come

bellowing protest

and push against the windows

taxis should take them away

but bring more guys

women and children

in waves

transvestites flirting in the bluelights

of police cars

in front of the bar opposite

raspberries bundle up red to red

to bales in the patch of protest

i pick one into my mouth

the power of protest is broken

i acted politically

in school

the crazy old hag stands at the dustbin

and places a bomb

we run out in a panicing bulk

the legs of those behind in the knee bends

the bomb bangs in the concrete

outside the elder grows

on the other side of the street

the colourful indian

sticks his tongue

into the ear of his next

long and longer

it stiffens

so he cuts it off

blood in the mouth

the children scream

the group of mentally confused girls

escapes us again and again

giggling on scooters and tricycles

they hunt each others heads off

when we want to rescue them

they grasp our pigtails

i open my hair

into the gorge of the streets

and my lust for heads grows

the glances of foreign rubber beasts

out of the windows of my round house

make it difficult for me to find the entrance

when i come home from the stiching and knitting

to play the piano perfectly

later i secretly whistle up the chimney

before i flee again

by tram

to africa

to my sheep

my head on the rails

i count the dogs

and open the door only