texts and video stills of the video “killing – choreography of recall – “

german spoken, english texts attached, 4:40 min 

2003

my friend has stabbed me

right to the heart

right to the

stomach

with a knife he had killed me

it has been very erotic

and

than he has eaten me as a white bread

always tearing off a piece

 - eaten up.

the highway lead in curved lines over an unreal landscape.

I knew: there were wizards and sharks.

we left the car in front of an impressive building:

three epoches of architecture interlocked and excelled each other

in size and defiance.

the first one was of of red clinker, decorated like a scottish cottage from the middleages.

the second part contrasted in its vaulted bunker-like architecture.

behind it, a structure rose up high like a mountain:

one could suspect corridors and caves behind the rock face.

the use of this huge construction remained veiled to me,

but the thought of entering it induced a certain panic in me.

in the discotheque I moved extrovertly and free.

the generations were separated with walls of glass.

a friend in a room of glass next door didn`t recognize me.

imprisoned in her coolness she danced for herself.

my lover stabs a long knife into my body, my loaf.

the penetration drives a burning thrill of delight through my veins.

my body becomes wide and warm.

I experience the eroticism of this scene as a stabbed body -

at the same time I feel it as an observer from a distance.

I find an unexpected pleasure in it.

he puts me to death and I slightly squirm.

then he eats me.

he tugs my body

to smaller shreds

and stuffs them into his mouth.

I watch him

with the greedy tenderness of a killed one.

video stills of ,killing’