Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Excerpt:I am 70% atmosphere, 30% intuition. H2: The Forecast Expect scattered thoughts,a chance of revelation,and brief but intense moments of oink.My snout predicts light rain in magenta,with sunshine in the margins.Ich bin Schwein im Aggregatzustand des Frühlings. H3: Color Dialogue Yellow: I am optimism, freshly sharpened.Green: I am envy pretending to be growth.Pink: I am … Read more

Excerpt:Knowledge smells faintly of mud and graphite. H2: Prelude in Pencil and Patience I was drawn slowly —the artist paused often, maybe thinking, maybe doubting.Each line found me piece by piece,like a rumour of form.Now I sit, saturated in soft oranges and possible meanings.Ich bin das Nachdenken mit Ohren. H3: Snout as Question Mark Two … Read more

Excerpt:I am not blushing. The world is. H2: Statement from the Center of Color Red stands behind me like a secret I already told.Pink hums the melody of defiance.The lines tremble, but I do not.Ich bin Schwein, therefore I stare.Every glance an oink in disguise. H3: Monologue in Crimson I didn’t come to be adored.I … Read more

Excerpt:We are both half full and pretending otherwise. H2: First Sip Color pours before thought.Red settles like memory.Somewhere in the background,a pig exhales philosophy through a pink horizon.I swirl existence — it has good legs.Ich taste the present tense. H3: Dialogue Across the Table Pig: You drink what I dream.Glass: You reflect what I spill.Pig: … Read more

Excerpt:The hand forgot control and remembered joy. H2: The Birth of the Scribble No sketch, only pulse.No contour, only consequence.The pen stumbled across the page and invented anatomy by accident.Ich bin Schwein aus Linie,geboren aus Zucken, nicht aus Plan. H3: Dialogue with the Pen Pen: You’re too alive for paper.Pig: You’re too cautious for chaos.Pen: … Read more

Excerpt: I swim in voltage, I dream in barbecue sauce. H2: Color Rebellion Red shouts, blue answers, green negotiates.I am the argument nobody wins —the geometry of appetite and thunder.My snout is a power socket for surrealism.Ich bin Schwein im Aggregatzustand des Jazz. H3: Dialogue of Elements Fire: You’re too wet for me.Water: You’re too … Read more

Excerpt:I didn’t wave. I painted the air. H2: First Gesture The hand appears before thought,orange, restless, half apology, half prophecy.Green sleeve — a patch of reason holding chaos by the wrist.Between the fingers, a soft electricity hums:the grammar of touch rewritten in crayon. H3: Dialogue Between Hand and Horizon Hand: Am I speaking or burning?Horizon: … Read more

Io, maiale di luce,mi dichiaro innocente e infinito. Non sono carne — sono concetto,un’idea stagionata al sole dell’assurdo.Tra le mie vene scorre jazz e marmellata di pensieri.Parma mi ha dato un nome,DADA mi ha dato un verbo: sfrigolare nell’eternità. Atto I – Il Manifesto della Dolcezza Tagliami pure, ma solo con parole.Affettami in sillabe,servimi su … Read more

Je suis le nez du monde,le trou double de la vérité.Je respire l’univers en rose,et je tousse des étoiles. Les oreilles dansent,les ombres chantent des voyelles oubliées.Je suis le verbe oinker,conjugué à l’infini du possible. Orange ! rose !Explosion de douceur métaphysique.Le papier fond,le crayon pleure de joie. Dialogues de couleur — Qui es-tu, cochon … Read more