Brown twig,
On the ground.
Bent upon itself,
Stiff.
Small shoots
And buds.
There was life.
It once bent in the wind.
Now it lies,
Among the fallen leaves.
Who have lived.
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"This spirit of democracy – of inflicting himself creatively on the world in whatever form – is omnipresent throughout Kippenberger’s work" ............................................ "Be without fear. This is impossible, but let the small fears drive you......... set aside the large ones until they behave – then use them, maybe even write them. Too much fear and all you'll get is silence." ....expecting different results from repeated behaviour is a mild form of insanity....
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