He Alexandra 16-10-07

Stop reading my body. Its not a book nor an key nor a tool, not a signpost that gives directions. It's only flesh and yes, the uncleaned edges of my nails might mean something, as much as the uncut eyebrow, the slow pulse of my growing tootache, the locked shoulders and my beard wherein you spotted some grey hairs, may mean something, but my physical presence is no mirror of my soul, it doesn't provide you with the ammunition to kill my presence, I do not live in the shadows and surely my body is no terrain for incursive reparations as if your purifying gestures would tune my being into harmony. It is no mirror except for your own, you the image of boundless perfection that cannot stop, invades me, conquers me, drowns my love.

He David 13-10-07

I compared you with spiderman, that's true, but that was because sometimes you have to use metaphors for pedagogical purposes just like they used the cross and a bleeding body to make the abstraction of Almighty God visible etc. and so it is with spiderman as well. Who could understand that you acquired special powers? So no negative qualification intended (why do you assume that so often?). On the contrary: i am so amazed about your metamorphosis. Take yesterday when i was lecturing about this Shock-doctrine, the evol powers in the world that use a state of shock to push through their nasty neo-liberal policies. Irak, Honduras, China, Japan. Stunde 0. Destruction, shock, the nothingness, the bare post-atomic landscape that is invaded for egoistic purposes. And i was impressing the audience. They got so angry at all these evol manipulators. I went from 1789, to 1871, and back to 1848 and forward to 1917, 1989 and 2001 and then you softly remarked that destruction can be creative, that the helpless can be shocked into the right direction and then you quoted Meister Eckhart and although the other people liked my negative speech more because it justified their abstract anger, this mysterious words that nobody seemed to understand hit me in the face.

Hi sister 13-10-07

Maybe you should consider freedom for what it really is. You are not a piece of matter that is moved back and forward by cosmic and earthly forces. The evol others, merciless society, the gods, or even Almighty God are not behind your steering wheel. Instead of prayer and prozac you should look the dark undercurrent of Freedom straight in the eyes. A friend said to me last night: 'What freedom, what responsibilities.' And that's what it is. A burden maybe? But the stuff you carry can be sculpted like wax in the forms you imagine. It makes you into a magician. You have always been a magician. Do you remember these extraordinary stories you wrote when you were a child?

ps: on the card the leftovers of a present i once bought for you but forgot to give. It will come your way.