Wednesday 6 April 2016

Kaffee Klatsch (5)


KAFFEE KLATSCH (5) 


'Have you finished?' I said, and the Bitch scratched her head. 

'Well, perhaps, for the moment. Why not? But you don't really seem to have that much to say. Are you stupid? Or, have you forgot?'

'Forgot what?' I asked.

'It's the way of the world.
It's the new currency: 
Self-narration, inflation,
That's it.
You'd be lost without me.
I'm your Melancholy.
And, without me you're nothing,
You're . . .  '

'I liked living in Germany,' I interrupted. 'I know I can't erase the past, but I became absorbed in the present - the language the culture the magnificent forest - and, for the first time in a long time, it kind of felt okay.'

Tuesday 5 April 2016

Kaffee Klatsch (4)


KAFFEE KLATSCH (4)


She continued. . . 

'I'm that dark morning feeling, 
That mean petty scheming
When everything's brought to account
In your head. 
No more dreaming.
You're reeling; believing
Incensed, it's unfair.' 
So she said.

'But you're probably wrong, and I have to confess I might be partly culpable,' she added.

Monday 4 April 2016

Kaffee Klatsch (3)


KAFFEE KLATSCH (3)



'I am everything sensate 
That makes you feel desperate: 
The tastes and the touches and smells
That trigger your dreams
And unravel the reams
Of unconscious. 
Your deep buried wells.'

I rolled a cigarette and lit it, which is possible - not illegal - in some cafes in Germany.

Sunday 3 April 2016

Kaffee Klatsch (2)


KAFFEE KLATSCH (2)



I got up, went to the loo, returned to my seat. I ordered another coffee and another piece of cheese cake.  She sat there, staring and smiling, her hair knotted, her face frayed. 

'Just who are you?' I said.

'I'm all that constrains you, alarms you, condemns you
'Your sadness and fear and regret.
'I'm your conscience and memory, 
'Psyche and soul.
'Aren't you thrilled that we've - once again - met?'

Saturday 2 April 2016

Kaffee Klatsch (1)

KAFFEE KLATSCH (1)




'Eh up' said the Witch, 'Is this seat free at all? Do you mind if I plonk my arse here? Well, you've cut your hair short and you've got some new shoes. Have you turned back the past, then, my dear?'

I put another piece of cheese cake in my mouth.

'I read all that stuff on erasure and death, that you penned. What a sad one you are. And deluded as well; don't you know that you're damned. You can run but you'll never get far.'