Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Im gelben Donner hockt der Gedanke,ein Mensch aus Azur,die Hände… …tragen den Globus. Er ist nicht mehr, ist er noch da?! Er trägt kein Gewicht,nur die Gedanken davon —eine Kugel aus Licht und Schatten im Schädel.Der Rücken knirscht dem zu Trotz.zwischen Sein und Vorstellung. Schweigt, schweigt,… SCHWEIGT! Sprich, ich, sprich… read more – weiterlesen Atlas ohne Kugel

die Farben sprechen zuerst.Rot schmatzt, Magenta denkt, Violett hält die Luft an. PrologueEvening hums in ultraviolet bacon.A mild astonishment ripples through the paper.Pig looks at you — or through you — or becomes you. Body IRule one: Every gaze must oink before it understands.Rule two: Laughter travels faster in pink… read more – weiterlesen Universe of the Blushing Snout

Kein Pigture, aber ein Feuerrest auf grünem Grund.Orange fliegt, türkis hält den Atem an. Prologue Wind murmurs in molten tones.The sky forgets its altitude.I am half-wing, half-memory. Body IRule one: Gravity is a rumor started by the cautious.Rule two: Color burns where thought hesitates.Rule three: Wings are verbs that refuse… read more – weiterlesen Universe of the Ikarine Drift

Magenta sitzt, Cyan trägt, Gelb summt hinterm Fenster: eine Zugfahrt durchs elektrische Denken. PrologueThe hum is cobalt.Outside: night without numbers.Inside: a figure of light forgetting its station. Body IRule one: Every seat remembers the dreamer who left it.Rule two: Magenta bends time until it sighs in Denglish.Rule three: Yellow means… read more – weiterlesen Universe of the Seated Aurora.

Preludeink sneezes, laughter fractures—every color is late for its appointment.somewhere between cheek and question mark,a mouth invents light. I. Linework Theologyscribble as scripture:each tremor a verse,each crossing-out a prayer to imperfection.yellow believes in optimism,magenta in rebellion,teal just wants to watch. II. The Eyes Negotiatethey are twin universes arguing about orbit.left… read more – weiterlesen The Smile That Refuses Geometry

Teaserneon hush hush — magenta hums in lowercase,and the figure forgets its own direction.light is not light here; it’s a slow vowel escaping. Body Ithere is no floor, only gradient.there is no body, only overlap.i am the echo of cyan touching violet —the geometry of hesitation, dressed in warmth. Body… read more – weiterlesen The Standing Blur (DADA Psalm 44)

Prologue Electro-drizzle begins; hum—pssst—hum.A horizontal wind arranges faces into vowels.Tonight the canvas votes in color, not in words. Body INew law #1: Cyan is gravity; everything falls into clarity.New law #2: Magenta stores memory; saturation = yesterday².New law #3: Black ovals are noun-swallowers; speak verbs or be unspoken.I test the… read more – weiterlesen The Cyan Spine Parliament

Prologue Red wind, blue echo.Their voices rise like smoke from the paper.No conductor — only breath and movement. Body I Law of this cosmos:Harmony is friction.When one pig sighs, another begins to laugh.Their outlines touch, blur, merge —a tangle of empathy and rebellion.Every snout opens to release a vowel of… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Choir of Oinks”

Prologue Ink storms across the page.A crowd hums beneath the paper’s skin.One fist rises — not to strike, but to signal: You are not alone. Body I New law of this cosmos:Solidarity has sound.Every stroke echoes a heartbeat.The pigs, the people, the nameless —all drawn in the same trembling line.No… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “The Oink of Resistance”

Prologue Twilight hums in both directions.One side burns, the other dreams.I stand between them — snout first into uncertainty. Body I Today’s law: contrast is kindness.The left eye knows dawn, the right one dusk.Every breath redraws the border between flame and thought.Orange murmurs, “Live loudly.”Graphite answers, “But remember the quiet.”I… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Half-Light Hog”

Prologue The handwriting hums, uneven yet sure.Blue wind behind, green beneath —a pig floats in strokes,thinking itself into being. Body I New law of this cosmos:There is no right,and perhaps more beautifully —no wrong.Each mark breathes its own rhythm.The pig emerges, unbothered by precision,its snout a compass of intuition.Woodcut, sketch,… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “The Calm of the Line”

Prologue Fizzing dusk.Liquid chatter fills the air.I smell graphite joy and lemon memory. Body I New law of this universe:Every color is a mood that can be poured.Blue tastes like thought,red burns like a secret,yellow bubbles like forgiveness.We sip from the edges of time,and the foam becomes philosophy.Pig lifts the… read more – weiterlesen Universe: “Oink & Drink Sonata”