Dr. Stephan Pflaum

I saw myself drawn by a trembling hand. The ink sneezed, and I was born. H2: Snout Philosophy I am pink and uncertain.My ears listen to the noise of the pencil — it murmurs existential bacon.The world is a green smudge, a charcoal storm.My legs, four commas.My body, an unfinished sentence.I stand on the paper, … Read more

I arrive as a snout with ambitions: I want to tick like a clock made of dots. I want to oink in Morse code. I want to become a confetti philosopher who sneezes color theories into the afternoon. The First Dot Refuses to Be Alone I press one turquoise speck into the red field and … Read more

The Laughing Swine – A Pink Opera in Green Minor Excerpt:I am the giggle between the grass and the grunt. My snout remembers the color pink before it was invented. The Entrance of the Snout A pink explosion.A wrinkle conducts an orchestra of silence.The air smells like vowels trying to escape:Oink. Ounk. Oüüüüü. I laugh … Read more

Here’s a crisp, two-language unpacking. English What the pun does Good English renderings “SchWeinWorlds” (lets the German stem show through, more avant-garde) “PigWorlds” (keeps the core sense) “sWineWorlds” (mirrors the inner wine) My Work

The horse steps out of the paintinglike it has misplaced its own outline.No stable, no field,just a flat horizon made of maybe,a sky rehearsing the word “pink”until it forgets what clouds were. Its body is all wrong, all right.Legs like stacked postcards,each one a slightly different version of blue.A knee that remembers being a staircase,an … Read more