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#DaDaWave #NeonBaroque #SchilfSchock #AbyssAbstract #PigWorldOrder Gedicht / Poem The fluorescent ribs of the abyss do bend, Where neon reeds their plastic souls extend. A prismed cage for the water-pig’s ghost, Serving rainbows on a charcoal toast. The current screams in stripes of lime, A vertical rhythm, a geometric crime. Oh, hollow stalk in the velvet deep, Wake the sardines from their digital sleep! The sea is a comb with broken teeth, And we are the… read more – weiterlesen Das kleine Schilf im großen Meer / The tiny reed in the vast sea

#DadaLines #ChromaticCurve #Schweinwelten #AbstractAnatomy #LinearLust Gedicht / Poem A river flows in stripes of liquid light, To map the veins of an invisible king, Beneath the skin of a perpetual night, Where silent bells and neon shadows ring. Oh, curving ghost of every breath we take, A velvet rope to which the lost ones cling, Before the morning causes lines to break. Ein Strom fließt hell in Streifen aus Kristall, Er kartet Venen eines Geister-Herrn,… read more – weiterlesen Lebenslinien Teil Y / Lifelines Part Y

#DadaExit #FramelessFate #Schweinwelten #AbstractAperture #GeometricGravity Gedicht / Poem A portal built of striped and silent wood, Collapsing where the threshold used to lean, No hinge remains where once the timber stood, Within this warped and colorful machine. Oh, rectangular ghost of every way, To step through light and shadow, blue and green, Into the void where frames have gone astray. Ein Portal aus gestreiftem Schweige-Holz, Das dort zerfällt, wo einst die Schwelle bog, Kein Scharnier… read more – weiterlesen Die Tür fällt aus dem Rahmen / The Door Falls Out of the Frame

#DadaTreadmill #AbstractObedience #Schweinwelten #GridGallows #ChromaticMarch Gedicht / Poem A thousand soldiers made of ink and light, Marching toward a square that isn’t there, They drown within the fabric of the night, And breathe the static of the neon air. Oh, rigid ghost of every planned routine, The pattern is a trap, a silent snare, Within the gears of this absurd machine. Zehntausend Krieger, tinten-hell und bleich, Marschieren auf ein Nichts im Viereck zu, Sie sinken… read more – weiterlesen Das Muster, dem sie heute folgen / The Pattern They Follow Today

#SowVelocity #DadaDrive #Schweinwelten #EcstaticUngulate #TurboTrot #Dadaism Gedicht / Poem A spiral scream of pink and electric blue, The snout revolves within a velvet gale, A thousand trotters dance the rhythm true, While logic chases its own curly tail. Oh, thunderous grunt in colors bright and new, The farmyard laws are frail and ghostly pale, As swinish lightning pierces through the dew. Ein Spiral-Schrei aus Pink und Elektro-Blau, Der Rüssel dreht sich im Samt-Orkan, Den wahren… read more – weiterlesen Die Dynamik der Sau / The Dynamics of the Sow

#DadaPorcine #FragmentedFlesh #Schweinwelten #SwineSurrealism #AbstractBacon Gedicht / Poem A squeal dissolved in strokes of violet paint, The snout is lost within a swirling sea, Of colors bold and logic growing faint, A porcine ghost of what it used to be. Oh, fragmented grunt in a digital cage, Where shadows dance in frantic liberty, Across the canvas of a mindless age. Ein Quieken, das in Lila-Strichen stirbt, Der Rüssel schwimmt in einem Wirbelmeer, Wo kühnes Bunt… read more – weiterlesen Ein fragmentiertes Ferkel aus dem Schweinetagebuch / A Fragmented Piglet from the Swine Diary

#DadaDomestic #RetroRiot #Schweinwelten #VintageVoid #KitchenChaos Gedicht / Poem The cotton screams in patterns of the past, A checkered ghost that haunts the greasy plate, Where spilled champagne and vinegar are cast, Into the loom of unremembered fate. Oh, weave of nylon dreams and polyester, To dry the tears of forks that arrived late, While stains of gravy silently sequester. Die Baumwoll’ schreit in Mustern längst vergang’n, Ein Karo-Geist, der fettige Teller quält, Wo Essig und… read more – weiterlesen Das Geschirrtuch aus den 1970ern / The Tea Towel from the 1970s

#DadaConstruct #AbstractAnarchy #Schweinwelten #LabyrinthOfLogic #ChromaticChaos Gedicht / Poem A architecture of the void, stacked high, Where neon bricks refuse the heavy ground, The square is round where logic goes to die, No mortar for the silence we have found. Oh, geometric ghost in velvet dress, Build me a ladder made of static sound, To climb the stairs of colorful distress. Ein Bauwerk aus dem Nichts, so hoch gestapelt, Wo Neonsteine fremd dem Boden trotzen, Das… read more – weiterlesen Der Bausatz in Gedanken / The Assembly Kit of Thoughts

#PinkManifesto #DadaPig #ExistentialSwine #ExpressionistOink #Schweinwelten Gedicht / Poem The snout is a portal to the void, Painted in strokes of magenta madness. A silent gaze, by turquoise walls destroyed, Drowning the soul in porcine sadness. No mud, no straw, just the fever of the pen, Recording the thoughts of the beast within men. Die Rüsselspalte klafft als Weltgericht, In Schichten aus Purpur und giftigem Licht. Das Auge ein Fleck, der nach Antwort verlangt, Während die… read more – weiterlesen From the Pig Diary of February 9, 2026 / Aus dem Schweinetagebuch vom 09.02.2026

Gedicht / Poem Kunstkritik / Art Critique Die Feier (Celebration) Der Verriss (The Roast) This portrait is a visceral explosion of the inner psyche, where the yellow void serves as a stage for the soul’s dualistic struggle. The brushwork is a masterclass in controlled chaos, capturing the frantic energy of a terminal station. Dieses Porträt ist eine viszerale Explosion der inneren Psyche, bei der die gelbe Leere als Bühne für den dualistischen Kampf der Seele… read more – weiterlesen Die Frau von Gleis 23 / The Woman from Track 23