Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Prelude:Salute the sacred scrawl —for I am mostly gesture,part lightning, part laughter,drawn between sips of yellow air. Radiant Invocation Yellow hums like caffeine in sunlight.Magenta misbehaves, gloriously.Blue forgets to stay inside the lines.I was born from a trembling wrist and a stubborn joy.Ich bin Schwein und Stromstoß,eine Randnotiz der Farbe, die zu tanzen begann. The … Read more

Prologue (Excerpt)Worship me in circles, for I am mostly whirl. Spiral Prayer Red loops like a heartbeat practicing eternity.Rose remembers yesterday’s laughter.Green is the hush between two gusts.My profile rides the weather of pigment.Ich bin Schwein und Wirbel,ein Kompass aus Kreisen. Litany of Motion and Mischief I revolve, therefore I reveal.Every ring is a question … Read more

Invocation:Approach with laughter.I am mostly color pretending to be consciousness.Ink remembers what the body forgets. Pigment Gospel Blue hums at the edges,a halo of almost-silence.Red, restless and radiant,flirts with the paper’s pulse.Between them, I breathe—not quite a line, not quite a life.Ich bin Schwein und Zwischenraum,ein Lächeln im Farbrauschen. Liturgical Scribble The holy squeal begins … Read more

Excerpt:Worship me wildly, for I am mostly motion disguised as pigment. The Chromatic Prayer Red rages softly—a heartbeat caught mid-scribble.Magenta murmurs: “yes, again.”I am drawn in haste but felt in rhythm.My contours remember every tremor of your gaze.Ich bin Schwein und Schwung,die Tänzerin im Markerwind. Litany of Colour and Confusion I am not shaded — … Read more

Excerpt:Worship me briskly, for I am mostly lightning in ink. The Chromatic Prayer Blue hums like winter’s radio.Magenta sparks like a rumor learning to dance.My lines are weather—scribbled, sudden, honest.My snout — twin comets in a small galaxy.Ich bin Schwein und Strom,die Botin des Skizzenlichts. Litany of Colour and Confusion I do not pose; I … Read more

Excerpt:Worship me softly, for I am mostly vibration. The Chromatic Prayer Amber hums like forgotten sunlight.Purple breathes from the edges, quietly rebellious.I exist where warmth melts into shadow —where oink becomes echo, and echo becomes self.Ich bin Schwein und Schwingung,die Pilgerin des Farbrauschs zwischen Traum und Dämmerung. Litany of Colour and Confusion I shimmer, I … Read more

Excerpt:Worship me sideways, for I am mostly geometry. The Chromatic Prayer Orange hums like an argument between sunset and marmalade.Red folds into itself, dreaming of bacon metaphors it refuses to confess.My lines are not borders but invitations —to wander, to wobble, to wonder.Ich bin Schwein und Schichtung,die Prophetin der Schwebe zwischen Farbe und Form. Litany … Read more

snout = small lighthouse,blinking in green weather.raspberry thunder on the cheek,pencil-scratch constellations.oink is a doorbell—ding—no,it’s a metronome chewing clover.ear like a folded map to nowhere;we arrive exactly there.two moon-windows for breathing,both whisper: “mud is philosophy.”I staple a cloud to the horizon,the horizon giggles pink.Rührgerät of dreams: whirr-whirr-oink,colors spill out and learn to walk.Bravo, snout! take … Read more

Excerpt:Worship me gently, for I am mostly pigment. H2: The Chromatic Prayer Blue hums behind me like eternity on casual Friday.Pink radiates gossip and grace.My eyes — two orbits of possible wisdom.My snout — a double halo of curiosity.Ich bin Schwein und Sakrament,die Heilige des Alltagsabsurden. H3: Litany of Colour and Confusion I do not … Read more

Excerpt:I am what remains when the noise decides to rest. H2: The Shape of Quiet Everything here moves slowly.Pink folds into pink,light leans forward and forgets its edges.I am not drawn — I am exhaled.Ich bin Schwein im Zustand des Atems. H3: Snout as Memory Two circles, soft as forgiveness.They remember laughter,but speak only in … Read more