Apokalypse, klassisch modern

“Humor und Lachen… das sind meine Werkzeuge.”

– Marcel Duchamp 


dimmer flackern, ende –

& brägen glitzersteine

m/angst & müll glasiert

rest strahl & abgebrannt:

roll im strom – alkaloid!

halogene mondlaterne

leck-leck herab

plipp-plopp auf

glimmer glamour wüste –

keine nacht für’s kalte auge!






Throbbing Gristle – Persuasion/Discipline (1981) 



Peter Bies © 2013


Cadeaux #12

Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body, but rather to skid in a broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming – “Wow! What a ride!”

– Hunter S. Thompson 



XXI. For Ernest Hemingway

I found the brandy bottle

tried to listen to the dark

it had called on me

& echoes were too loud

we each took a few

maybe two diving

& two in the bottle

& a vast glow spread over

death I had sneered at 

aboard in my own element 

peace had died on me 

& I hoped nobody knew




Johnny Winter – Mean Town Blues (1970) 



Peter Bies © 2013