All Picks posted by MäX
Here’s my second haircut (with massage) Ümlaut/ poem goes on: poem, goes on: poem, goes on: poem, goes on, by Anna, Rälph’s mother 7 Bäume, Äste, Gräser. Grüne Blätter bräunen. Gärtner, Mörder, Päderasten. Kärnten, Österreich. Ötzi, Kernöl, Röslein. Küsschen? Nö. 8 Hände, Münder, Möbel. Königinnen können gönnen. Völlig [more]
Annä, well it’s Anna, Anna is the mother of Rälph and Annä, no Anna (sorry Anna) cuts my hair. Mäx has loads of hair, like the Prefab Sprout guy, style hero, all grey, he doesn’t hear, see or feel anything anymore, but listen to Billy: [jwplayer config=”audio” mediaid=”16617″] [more]
In 1958, Pauli fell ill with pancreatic cancer. When his last assistant, Charles Enz, visited him at the Rotkreuz hospital in Zurich, Pauli asked him: “Did you see the room number?” It was number 137. Wolfgang Pauli and Carl Jung were obsessed with the power of the number [more]
Number 3 determined Nikola Tesla’s Life. Tesla washed his hands 3 times, Walked around the block 3 times before entering a building, took 18 napkins when he dining in a restaurant, dining alone. (18, because numbers that were divisible by 3, were his favourites.) Impoverished and alone, the [more]
Shouts going out to Mäx and Christoph! Here is my first pick: Arnold Schoenberg had (like me) triskaidekaphobia––the fear of number 13. I always had it. Schoenberg’s triskaidekaphobia might origin in the thirteenth song of the cycle Das Buch der Hängenden Gärten, from 1908. Moses und [more]
3 sessions, each longer than 1 hour, to get my painting. Glad I hadn’t been naked. And here it is: Cool, isn’t it! Very! Thx Christoph! (He’s famous says Rälph, famous painter from NY, Abstract City and shit, says Rälph, lots of awards says Rälph. And Rälph must [more]
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