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  • Andreas Weiland, Deserters and Wanderers / Deserteure und Wanderer - -------------------------------------------------------------------
    leading into town I have seen it from the wall of a small restaurant looking at me for a long time closer colder than the masks shown on television And the thought crossed my mind to get up and walk slowly towards the wall with its face of death and the displayed submachine gun For a moment I want it to be loaded Hearing shots which put holes into death Deserteure und Wanderer Vor Jahren die Lichter im Auditorium ging n aus aufgeschnittene Schweine tote Bauern Menschen auf der Flucht rollten durchs Dickicht Die Schlacht und plötzlich das Antlitz des Todes kahl auf dem knochigen Pferd Die Farben wurden fahl aber da war der Strom des Bluts aus den Leichen der Tiere Jakubisko und dein Film lief Amok deine Stimme erstickte im Blut du musstest es alles zeigen nicht sagen Die Deserteure verwesen die Wanderer sind noch unterwegs damals beschuldigte einer meiner Bekannten des Nihilismus dich und ich glaub auch er hätte dir keine Chance gegeben weiterzumachen mit Deiner Arbeit Während ich auf der Suche nach Arbeit kam in die ferne Stadt Und wieder seh ich das Antlitz des Todes wie es mich anblickt lang näher jetzt kälter als die Masken die sie zeigen im Fernseh n und berührt davon fühl ich den Wunsch mich zu erheben geh in Gedanken langsam zu auf die Wand mit dem Photo des Todes und der Maschinenpistole die sie hängten daneben Einen Moment lang wünsche ich sie wäre geladen höre Schüsse die ihn durchbohren den Tod A Slovak translation of this poem appeared in the cultural journal ROMBOID Bratislava The poem was written in a small noodle restaurant in Tamshui Taiwan China in 1977 or 1978 The portrait of the bald headed Generalissimo Jiang Jiezi Chiang Kaishek grinning at me bore a striking resemblance

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  • The Separation ---
    be back soon he knew Then he began to snore When the sun rose above the dark grey ridge it filled the valley below with a warm glow He loved the stillness of the early morning hours the cool air the absence of traffic noise the harshness of the mountains in the distance that were rose colored now by the morning light His men as he called them were having breakfast in the canteen The guards were posted as usual on watchtowers that allowed a good view of the entire perimeter of the camp The trucks and humvees were lined up neatly covered by dust that the wind poured on everything tents the containers the faces of his men his face and his uniform It had been a quiet night as usual in this section The cars would patrol the road later as usual His thought would wander he knew back home to Ithaca He longed for an end of this Was it a war An insurgency they were combating Against what against whom Against him and his men he knew As for the rest of it he comprehended very little He knew of course the official view of it He knew and accepted that there has to be an official view There had been an official view in the 60s in the 70s His father a soldier for most of his life had told him what it was like for them The official story And then the other story The things they experienced The things they did His father would not talk much about the things they did By noon there was the message A plane had spotted something The pilot had radioed him talking all the while obviously in some Fritz English some Germanic English that he had difficulties to understand at first The guy had said that a tanker had become stuck in the river It was several miles away in the southern part of the valley The talibs the pilot had said had ambushed a convoy of tankers again that was heading West Several trucks had been set ablaze but they had made off with one truck full of gasoline Crossing the almost dry river the heavy vehicle had become stuck in the soft subsoil The pilot had said he couldn t tell whether these guys were still around It was possible he had said There were people with buckets taking gasoline from the truck K had said Fuck it they are trying to lighten the load If they free the vehicle if they can attain the road again they might try to create havoc at our camp It was then that the pilot in the reconnaisance plane had asked So what K had replied Radio for support They ve got to bomb that fucking tanker But the pilot had been circling the spot and he had said They are villagers There are perhaps four score of them perhaps more than a hundred I see women

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  • Ravi Shanker, Warm is the war ---------------
    1 pound of warm nails 63 pounds of warm flesh 983 warm teeth 34 pounds of warm ash Peace prevails sir Aye aye sir Warm peace Ravi Shankar is a poet from Palakkad India It seems that he wrote this poem after seeing photos or televised images documenting the war in Gaza in July 2014 Every war is like that cruel Murdering children adolescents in the bloom of life pregnant

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  • images of victims in Afghanistan in Pakistan s Western frontier regions in the Philippines in Colombia Eastern Ukraine in Somalia in South Sudan in the DR Congo in Yemen Iraq Libya Syria in Kurdish areas in Lebanon the West Bank Israel and Gaza Often a major global power is directly or indirectly responsible and has been involved militarily or is still involved sometimes through a private army of the Blackwater

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  • An Open Letter to a Game Theorist - -----------------
    black hole where no light of reason can escape unhurt Has it occurred to you that war can be an unstable equiliria can be an addiction and that addiction can be rationalized Theories of war and peace go for a toss like random intervals of time between the bombs in Gaza Have you ever denigrated your axioms of peace And deified the contradictions of war On which whose imprecision proofs

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  • Laura Solomon, Sky burial -------------------------
    would be swept up in talon and beak The easiest way to take to the sky More practical than cremation When the ground s too hard and rocky to dig a grave This would be my exit strategy Instructions can be found in the Tibetan book of the dead For this ceremony intended to help my spirit move on from The uncertain plane between life and death into the next

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  • Damn Dice - ---------
    game the assumption that all is well and nothing will ever happen The artist Urs Jaeggi has created a strange installation three giant cubes made of iron and partly buried in the earth as if they had fallen from out of nowhere out of the sky in some unsuspected enigmatic moment the moment when the giants or gods played their game and their dice three of them fell on the woundable surface of this planet The gods who are playing the game invisible hidden gods are none others than we ourselves humanity But we don t want to see it We are such strangers to ourselves that we would not recognize ourselves if we looked into the mirror Something we are very careful to avoid We do not want to see our face and we don t want to comprehend our actions It is us manunkind as E E Cummings once called it who wage war against nature Who heat up the waters of the oceans who melt the glaciers of Antarctica and the glaciers that plunge into Baffin Bay It is us who make species after species extinct It is us who starve millions to death millions and millions in fact Fellow human beings AND IT IS US WHO WAGE WAR AND PREPARE FOR MORE WARS Perhaps the unimagined the impossible yet all too possible nuclear war that will pit the last remaining superpower America against some big country armed less well yet nonetheless with thousands of nuclear weapons If the dice fall out of the sky if the unimaginable happens what will remain of humankind O I KNOW the experts have long since conducted their experiments they jotted down in their secret reports that the soldiers asked to watch nuclear explosions in Nevada and the Australian desert and

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  • Paintings by Angelo Evelyn -------------------
    in the sit in rather than send them to jail Perhaps as the result of the relative success of the sit ins a success which was above all mediatic causing attention of the mass public with the consequence that one hundred thousand demonstrators came to the big demonstration in the West German capital at the Bonn hofgarden the laws were rewritten thereafter redefining peaceful sit ins not as a misdemeanor but as an act of passive violence Thoreau and Gandhi would have been aghast What an Orwellian invention of Newspeak it shows how not only language but democracy was subverted It did not start with George W Bush s warrantless wiretapping of millions you see In the 1980s Angelo Evelyn as resident artist in West Germany was fully aware of the increased danger of nuclear war A pre emptive strike of the Soviet Union that was cornered by freshly stationed missiles that would reduce their warning time to a few minutes was at least thinkable The strategy chosen by NATO was full of recklessly taken risks Here are two paintings that reflect the psychological turmoil caused in many contemporaries in Europe at the time The first painting shown here reveals a turbulent rhythm and a cacophony of colors Enigmatic silhouettes of animals camels elephants and others populate a landscape that shows few landscape qualities This is no Serengeti no prairie no Congolese jungle it is the asphalt jungle of Montréal or Berlin places where this painter lived and painted for some time And the animals seem like embodiments of fears and dangers of movement of apprehension and also of aggression and defense The work shown in this photo taken in the Rotterdam studio of the painter with his wife in the foreground reveals a nightmarish vision of World War II aerial attacks It could be war in Vietnam as well with B 52s dropping napalm above rice fields Is anti aircraft flak countering the attack Are people like shadows or silhouettes appearng out of dust clouds clouds of explosions Bleeding to death on the ground or hovering in mid air There is no central perspective and yet we sense a place a space we sense what is UP THERE and what s at the BOTTOM of the world Colors flow and fuse but in a darker more threatening way than in Nolde s paintings Apart from the silhouette of planes in clouds of color that suggest a sky and guessable human shapes no form resembles things in the way we expect to discover a semblance in figurative painting When Angelo Evelyn more than a decade later visited a land art ensemble in Southern Germany that its creator the artist Wuensche Mitterecker intended to record his memory and vision of World War II battlegrounds sites encountered as a painter dispatched by the German army a number of works like this one originated The hilly landscape the valley with its sculptures a green space in summer a white one in snowy Bavaria

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