Dr. Stephan Pflaum

Excerpt:I remember light as if it were a taste. H2: Pig Made of Smoke and Memory Everything fades toward pink.My edges are tired but glowing.I am heat remembering form.A thought that didn’t cool down in time.Ich bin Schwein im Zwischenzustand —halb Farbe, halb Gefühl. H3: The Snout as Hearth Here is where warmth gathers,a spiral … Read more

Excerpt:Every outline remembers the noise that made it. H2: Prelude in Smudge Minor Ink crawls.Light hides.I exist somewhere between sigh and sketch.My form leaks,like memory trying to stay polite.Ich bin der Rest eines Gedankens —ein Schwein, das vom Denken müde wurde. H3: Dialogue with the Pencil Ghost Ghost: You’re fading.Pig: So are you.Ghost: Shall we … Read more

Excerpt:The forest hums. My snout takes aim. I sing before I shoot. H2: Overture – The Nose as Rifle I was born in a bar of Weber’s overture,a tremolo between forest and fear.My snout — no longer nose,but flintlock, breath turned ballistic.I load it with vowels and consonants:BÄM! goes the bass note.Oink in D minor. … Read more

Excerpt:I dive where logic cannot swim. H2: The Oink Beneath the Surface Down here, words dissolve.Color becomes pressure,and every bubble carries a thought that forgot its grammar.My snout filters ideas from the current —half poetry, half oxygen.Ich bin Schwein im Aggregatzustand des Traums. H3: Conversation with the Bubbles Bubble 1: Is this art?Bubble 2: Nein, … Read more

Excerpt:Form eats meaning and asks for dessert. H2: Geometry Goes Snout No pink. No chatter. Only structure.I am pig distilled to blueprint.Every line negotiates with void.I have edges where others have feelings.Mein Schweinsein ist ein Winkelmaß.Emotion = cross-hatching.Desire = symmetry refusing to behave. H3: The Snout as Architecture Two portals.One question.Zero compromise.I am built for … Read more

Excerpt:Zoom in far enough, and the universe smells faintly of curiosity. H2: Oink in Technicolor Pink is not color, it’s confidence.I wear it the way philosophers wear irony.Each nostril a portal, each breath a theory.The world enters, rearranges itself, leaves humbled.Ich bin Schwein im Nahformat,ein Atemzug mit Haltung. H3: Anatomy of Attention My nose is … Read more

Excerpt:Every line is a vibration. I am the echo pretending to be flesh. H2: The Quiet Between Scribbles I’m drawn, not spoken.Each pencil stroke is a breath with edges.My form leaks softly into the white.Silence sketches me better than sound.Ich höre, wie der Strich atmet —ein Schwein im Zustand des Zuhörens. H3: Snout Sonata in … Read more

Excerpt:I no longer oink. I articulate. H2: Geometry Has Feelings Too Red is ambition.Black is memory.White is the pause between both.I am all of it — and none.My body is a plan that rebelled against itself.Ich bin Schwein mit Winkelmaß,ein Gedanke, der beschlossen hat, Form zu werden. H3: Snout Equation No. 1 Snout = Function … Read more

Excerpt:One eye open, one oink ahead of time. H2: Snout of Tomorrow I see you — but only in polygons.Color folds itself like origami emotion.Pink sharpens into prophecy.Behind me: black, the color of pause.Vor mir: die Möglichkeit einer neuen Farbe. My skin hums in gradients,my breath tastes like electricity.I am the future rendered in felt-tip … Read more

Excerpt:They met between buildings that leaned like ideas after midnight. H2: Dialogue in Neon Left Pig: I smell architecture.Right Pig: I taste confusion.Left Pig: Are we art or accident?Right Pig: Yes. Behind them, windows gossip in yellow.The air hums in violet minor.Every color here has opinions —and none of them agree. Ich bin Schwein auf … Read more