Kasen
Renku: Between Corn Cockles
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a
breeze paints
the birch`s shadow
anew
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gerd |
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naked
feet
tickled by sand
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angelika |
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sailing
out
a beacon touches
the cutter's prow
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udo |
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fresh
turbot
in my string bag
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arno |
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closing-time:
by the shutters
search for the fall moon
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volker |
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within
fog
an airplane
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dietmar |
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drizzle
–
across the city square
with a cello
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angelika |
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that
sound still echoes
Rahn shoots ...
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udo |
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transmission
interference
we share the stars
outside
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arno |
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her
face turns to the lake
when he touches her hair
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volker |
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for
the guests
a silhouette
of bride and groom
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udo |
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setting
sun
Manhattan, strange today
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gerd |
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New
Year’s Eve
alone with the eye of night
back to the hotel
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dietmar |
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downhill
on powdery snow
the peal of bells
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arno |
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clearing
the cellar
suddenly pausing ...
how silent it is!
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volker |
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on
the subway to university
"The Idiot"
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dietmar |
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from
the window
a view of cherry blossom,
the samovar steams
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angelika |
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on
colorful backs
the first pickings in bamboo baskets
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gerd |
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up
to the mountain pasture -
a blackbird`s nest
grows in a bush
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arno |
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leaning
on the banister,
a stitch in the side
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volker |
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playing
cards crackle
like those old days
at the Seine
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dietmar |
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his
long kiss,
a derelict smiles at us
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angelika |
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summer
morning
vagabonds crossing
the ant-trail
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gerd |
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between
corn cockles
the skin of a snake
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udo |
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peeling
an apple,
on the calendar
the breaking wave
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volker |
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my
family mentioned
on the war memorial
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dietmar |
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what’s
in a name? -
a bull trots
over Mount Olympus
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gerd |
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the
fortune-teller lives
at the back of the house
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angelika |
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Tarot,
the 18...
later at the Wiesn
he gets its meaning
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udo |
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some
hangover –
outside the leaves are dancing
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arno |
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Halloween
-
voices
from next-door
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dietmar |
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neighbours
say good-bye
to their parents from Izmir
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gerd |
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at
the loom -
silk threads become
ornaments
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angelika |
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again
the old woman sits
at the lock gate pub
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udo |
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along
the brook
through the seedy park
the scent of elder blossom
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arno |
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a
maypole ribbon,
baby gurgles in the cradle
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volker |
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via email. 11 June
2004 - 31 August 2004
Gerd Börner
Volker Friebel
Arno Herrmann
Dietmar Tauchner
Udo Wenzel
Angelika Wienert
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