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This article was written on 20 Sep 2012, and is filed under Claudia's Blog.

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Unintentional Relationships

I had been traveling for hours, not quite 24 hours, to arrive in this little nowhere city, covered in a sky full of action. I changed my money and found the train station.

I don’t know how to end things, and also how responsible I am.

The possibility which theater provides to try to do something about faith.

I hate needless complexity, Nancy says. I love complexity, though.

I can’t say anything useful in your language.

I waited and waited to do this and then I lost my window and then I  did it anyway and now I am not sure.

I like art that’s useful to be around.

All these corporate logos in the back of a book that tells us this event is not logo-centric, does not believe in the inevitable zoom of electronic growth.

Then I saw Jesus on the mountain.

Art as salve for loneliness.

To be mortal in the immortal moment.

I am eating one of the vegetable samosas the Indian woman sells in her shop for 1 euro.

“But the real heart of Berlin is a small damp black wood—the Tiergarten.”

Not to stop ourselves, not to have expectations, rules.

The midlife crisis begins to become understandable.

Right onto Museumplatz.

I have to have it and no I don’t want it.

All the buildings like wedding cakes, all the widows like buildings.

If you want quiet, kill them all.

In the dream he tells me about the new girlfriend.

My skull aches & I have to pee & I am oppressed by my body’s need to die—its need, in other words, to be a body.

Don’t you feel any relationship between writing and movement?

The body sinking down, only thinking to be at rest, until it is.

Endless information on the fire hydrant.

How beautiful hands and feet are.

“I feel bad.”

I lose my concentration.

Maybe you want to become this person who puts the cards out and not only grins and seethes.

It’s not all to pretend you don’t know, but to be present for what you know already.

This vulnerability & desire for something enigmatic and self-contained.

It’s possible I spend too much time in theaters.

Always the arms linked.

Always the airplanes rushing by.

2 Comments

  1. Vallejo
    September 21, 2012

    Hungover and jetlagged again, eh Claudia?

  2. claudia
    September 21, 2012

    I don’t see that I ever actually say I’m hungover, my dear. Careful you aren’t projecting ….

    It is amazing how similar the states are, though.

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