Author: Dr. Stephan Pflaum
Die (Un)Ordnung der Dinge / The (Dis)Order of Things
#DaDa #StainedGlassChaos #LinearLabyrinth #ChromaticCollision #FragmentedLogic Gedicht / Poem The ruler snapped beneath the weight of light, Where purple shards collide with orange sky, A structured ghost within the neon night, To catch the truth and tell a clever lie. Behold the grid that strangles every sphere, The intersections where the shadows bleed, There is no center and there is no fear, Just colored ink to sow the cosmic seed. The lines are bars that set… read more – weiterlesen Die (Un)Ordnung der Dinge / The (Dis)Order of Things
Das Geheimnis der kleinen Bühne auf Gleis 2 / The Secret of the Little Stage on Platform 2
#DaDa #StainedGlassFace #PlatformPanic #GeometricGaze #ExpressionistExile Gedicht / Poem The station clock has lost its gears, To watch a face built out of shards, It weeps in triangles and fears, And plays with stained-glass deck of cards. Oh, passenger with leaded eyes, Why wait for trains that never crawl? Your nose is orange, truth is lies, Behind the soot of station wall. A thousand colors form a stare, That finds no exit anywhere. Die Bahnhofsuhr hat… read more – weiterlesen Das Geheimnis der kleinen Bühne auf Gleis 2 / The Secret of the Little Stage on Platform 2
Das absurde Muster vom 10.02.26 / The Absurd Pattern of Feb 10, 26
#DaDa #GeometricDelirium #ChromaticChaos #StainedGlassAnarchy #PatternPanic Gedicht / Poem The grid bleeds in neon ecstasy, A fortress built of hollow squares, Where lime-green ghosts of geometry Dance upon the velvet stairs. Oh, rigid box of liquid light, Contain the void that screams in pink, Until the morning kills the night And forces all the gods to blink. The pixels rot in structured grace, A labyrinth of no escape. Das Gitter blutet in Neonpracht, Ein Kerker aus… read more – weiterlesen Das absurde Muster vom 10.02.26 / The Absurd Pattern of Feb 10, 26
Ein weiterer Eintrag ins Schweinetagebuch / Another entry in the swine’s diary
#DaDa #PorcineProphecy #PinkParadox #SnoutSurrealism #OinkArt Gedicht / Poem A profile carved from strawberry ink, Upon the edge of a turquoise brink. With ears like sails in a neon gale, To tell a snouty, twisted tale. The jaw is sharp, the eye a dot, In this frantic, abstract plot. He gazes where the grass is blue, And snorts a dream of something new. A rhapsody in ham and light, Against the green of cosmic night. Ein… read more – weiterlesen Ein weiterer Eintrag ins Schweinetagebuch / Another entry in the swine’s diary
Der misslungene Hashtag / The failed hashtag
#DaDa #BinaryBungling #AlgorithmicAngst #GridGrief #DigitalDebris Gedicht / Poem A red framework of digital rust, Dissolving into azure dust. The symbol fell and lost its mind, Leaving the trending tags behind. Four lines that refuse to meet, In the wreckage of a lonely tweet. It tried to speak for everyone, Beneath a cold and pixel sun. A skeleton of a dead debate, Locked inside a cobalt state. Ein rotes Gitter, rostig-schief, Das in den blauen Abgrund… read more – weiterlesen Der misslungene Hashtag / The failed hashtag
Aus dem Schweinetagebuch / From the swine’s diary
#DaDa #PinkPanic #SwineSurrealism #BristleBeauty #OinkOntology Gedicht / Poem A snout of swirls and salmon hue, To watch the world and judge it too. With ears like sails of velvet hide, To catch the grunts from deep inside. A brush that danced in mud and wine, To paint the portrait of the swine. The blue is biting at the pink, Before the soul begins to blink. No ham, no bacon, just the eye, Beneath a green… read more – weiterlesen Aus dem Schweinetagebuch / From the swine’s diary
Der eingemummelte Narr / The swaddled fool
#DaDa #ConfinedChaos #StitchedSpirit #PrismaticPrison #JesterInTheDark Gedicht / Poem A mosaic of a silent scream, Wrapped within a heavy dream. Each cell a color, locked and tight, To hide the jester from the light. He wears a coat of leaden ink, Before the mind begins to sink. No bells will jingle in this cage, Only the ghost of purple rage. The pattern holds the scattered bone, A king upon a cardboard throne. Ein Mosaik aus stummem… read more – weiterlesen Der eingemummelte Narr / The swaddled fool
Der Aufsprecher im Lehel / The loudmouth in Lehel
#DaDa #LehelLies #StainedGlassFace #VocalVoid #FragmentedIdentity Gedicht / Poem A jigsaw jaw of crimson paint, Part-time devil, full-time saint. The streets of Lehel groan and creak, To hear the fractured ego speak. One eye of yellow, one of night, To swallow all the morning light. His voice is made of lead and tin, Vibrating on a paper skin. A mask of patches, sewn with doubt, To let the inner silence out. Gedicht / Poem Ein Kieferbruch… read more – weiterlesen Der Aufsprecher im Lehel / The loudmouth in Lehel
Die abwehrende Geste hinter Flasche / The defensive gesture behind the bottle
#DaDa #BlueObsession #LiquidIsolation #StainedGlassSanity #AzureAbyss Gedicht / Poem A sapphire hand within the glass, To let the liquid shadows pass. The bottle stands, a lonely spire, Amidst the blue and frozen fire. To push away the gulp of light, In chambers of the cobalt night. A thumb, a wrist, a heavy line, Refracting all the sour wine. Stop the flow! The cork is dead, While oceans swirl inside the head. Die Hand aus Tinte, blau… read more – weiterlesen Die abwehrende Geste hinter Flasche / The defensive gesture behind the bottle
Lebenslinien / Lines of Life
#DaDa #ChromaticChaos #LinearLies #ExistentialStripes #VibrantVoid Gedicht / Poem A weave of colors, thin and wide, Where silk and static coincide. The rainbow fell into a shredder, To make the velvet void feel better. Each stripe a path that leads to nowhere, With neon dust and tangled hair. The horizontal truth is bending, In rhythmic waves of never-ending. A cage of light for souls of glass, As purple shadows slowly pass. Ein Webstuhl, der die Zeit… read more – weiterlesen Lebenslinien / Lines of Life










