Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Ink scratches obedience into rhythm.Puppies?—no—metaphors with tails. They chase syntax, chew grammar,fetch surrealism from the void. A leash made of laughter,a command spelled backwards: sit → tis. The page drools devotion,black strokes bark philosophy. DADA says: collars are circular logic.Desire wears fur when words run out. Each snout a signature,each… read more – weiterlesen Dada Puppy Fetish – Manifesto in Ink

The eyes are coins of thunder,spent on the altar of maybe.Magenta mumbles in cursive,yellow sighs like late afternoon. Lines trip over each other—syntax chasing heartbeat.The smile escapes custody,wears irony as perfume. Hypothesis: faces are jazz instruments.Counter-hypothesis: jazz invented faces. Ink remembers rain.Color forgets shape.Emotion unbuttons its coat and leaves. Paper… read more – weiterlesen Electric Face Sonata (Dada No. 12)

this face is a sunrise seen from the inside—lids melting into mandarin thought,nose curved like a hymn in lowercase. green hums near the mouth,blue forgets its name and turns to water. each color kneels in sequence,haloed by laughter,worshiping nothing but light in transit. hypothesis: emotion is refraction.counter-hypothesis: refraction feels too… read more – weiterlesen Chromatic Prayer (Dada Spectrum No. 11)

green speaks leftward,magenta listens with its beard.between them—two glasses glowing like unspoken verbs. blue leans in,a rumor wrapped in vowels.yellow hums background chatter,the sound of furniture thinking. no subject, only syntax:a circle, a counter,four outlines dissolving in drink. hypothesis: all colors argue politely.counter-hypothesis: light is the fifth guest. somewhere a… read more – weiterlesen Chromatic Conversation (Dada Bar No. 3)

The piano melts,each key a color in exile.Magenta hums bass,lime green coughs melody. He plays rectangles of thunder,the chair applauds in orange.Notes spill like broken rainbowsacross a parquet of maybe. Hypothesis: harmony is a rumor.Counter-hypothesis: rhythm forgives all. His beard conducts the chaos—each stroke a tempo for lost umbrellas.Yellow leans… read more – weiterlesen Chromatic Pianist – A Dada Score

Ich bin der Schweinebär,halb Oink, halb Brumm.Mein Fell riecht nach Sonntag,mein Atem nach Neon und Zweifel. Im Spiegel tanze ich rückwärts,meine Schatten applaudieren höflich.Ich trage die Welt auf einer Hufspitze,und sie quietscht bei jedem Schritt. Hypothese: Ich bin das Zwischentier.Antithese: Ich bin das Laut, das sich weigert.Synthese: Ich bin, weil… read more – weiterlesen Der Schweinebär – Ein Dada-Gedicht

DADA says:the world begins againevery time a snout inhales magenta. this pig dreams in triangles—each one a vowel of astonishment.its eyes: punctuation marks of empathy. orange drips through the thought-field,scribbles rearrange gravity.meaning sighs and falls asleep. I hear the color thinking,a murmur shaped like maybe. the mouth opens not for… read more – weiterlesen Pink Snout Theory (Dada Pig No. 10)

this pigture opens its mouth in technicolor—not to shout, but to rearrange silence. a spiral of orange, magenta, soot,the sound of graphite thinking too fast. the eyes—two startled planetsdiscovering mirrors for the first time. oink becomes a verb of creation:it redraws the air, line by trembling line. hypothesis: chaos wears… read more – weiterlesen Magenta Growl Fugue (Dada Pig No. 9)

pink lightning dressed as patience,charcoal whisper under snout.two black windows—closed, but humming. the ears, yes: twin antennas of nonsense.they receive only moonlight and missing verbs. syntax collapses. hooray!a face untranslates itself. somewhere behind the papera cosmic radio croaks: oink = origin. the pig blinks in ultraviolet Morse,spells “maybe” upside down…. read more – weiterlesen The Oink Electric (Dada Pig No. 8)

green thinks aloud—snout answers in circles,two moons, no permission. the ear is a sail of maybe,the air a slow trombone. mud dreams in lowercase,grammar squeals in rhythm. white waits for a headline,none arrives,only oink,only once. a hoof writes manifesto in invisible ink. the frame hums—paper breathes chlorophyll. every silence wears… read more – weiterlesen Green Silence Manifesto (Dada Pig No. 7)

(English) This pigture divides the world evenly—left side blush, right side whisper.Between them: a snout, precise as punctuation,breathing commas into the air. Its gaze—ink-dark, undecided—asks nothing, forgives everything.Hypothesis: pink is the memory of laughter.Counter-hypothesis: white is the echo afterward.Synthesis: the face is both,and the viewer the silent verb between. Le… read more – weiterlesen The Pig of Two Halves

This pigture hums in F sharp snout.Half rose, half hush—a creature carved from quiet contradiction.Its ear bends like a soft apostrophe,interrupting the grammar of brown. The line trembles—not sadness, more like remembering mud.A thought moves behind the eye,slow as a spoon through honey. Hypothesis: the world is pink when seen… read more – weiterlesen Rose Pig in Thought Minor