Jeff Encke
they are overawed beasts
we find that man possesses
not pure consciousness
but the form of vice-versa
agitated layers of air
sounds as old as consciousness
the animal does not exist as a relation
does not enter
language the necessity of intercourse
with others appearing
the immediate sensuous environment
distinguished from sheep only by labor
in the sexual act
for nature is social life itself
about the eggs we have laid
quite a few eye shows
to harass the nation
within the jurisdiction of penal law
works of art are
in principle the way they are
no longer catchwords
forceful will original primitivism
a clean house a domain
of phrase-mongering
recommendations of worthless
claptrap or jabbering
to see meadows blue
skies green clouds sulfur yellow
the Ministry of Interior
that intimidated soul
beyond this I am an art criminal
just like everyone else
so spectacular matters
only thus can art become
capital shares
with all their attendant means
colleges and academies
without cruel liberty
the bourgeoisie's cuts
many millions spent
the strong man
unable to make a living
quote that proverb
the fetters of want
kill, fly faster
when all else fails
I would like to sleep
with an exemplary strictness
into a waking state
in the eye of that
such and such idea
should I not grant sleeping philosophers
my repudiation?
daily more acute?
the woman disturbs it
which makes me grow again
the secrets of dark night scarcely express themselves
to this dream
the key to the corridor
still it's only Purgatory
any mediocre baptism
only a few complimentary tickets
to our salvation, our perdition
Curie's absentmindedness
to pass on pure expression
ruin all other mechanisms
the glowing mind that plunges
excitement drowning
yet ill-disposed toward me
at the trial of the real world
with respect to vehicles
in tune with war
the functioning of thought
exempt from play
I am defining psychic automatism
as all the insurmountable moments