They stand
Like a bunch of flowers,
Dumped in a large vase.
Fallen to one side
Each huddles with the other.
The open vase fills with dread.
I pass by,
And smell the fear.
I refuse to acknowledge.
I will, by myself,
Walk with dread,
In the vast open space.
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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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