Category: Pigture

Poem: Emergence Protocol The moth woke in seventeen directions at once, each wing a different opinion about flight. Magenta insisted on rising, orange on diving, lime green suggested diagonal as a compromise. The black lines—her sketch, her memory of being drawn— scratched through every certainty, reminding her she was once… read more – weiterlesen Die bunte Motte erwacht / The Colorful Moth Awakens

Poem: The Empty Convention The bottles gathered for their annual meeting, each one claiming to have once held something important. Purple swore it contained wine that turned to philosophy. Magenta insisted on perfume that became memory. Blue remembered water that forgot to stay liquid. But the tallest bottle—turquoise and certain—… read more – weiterlesen Die Flasche ohne Geist / The Bottle Without Spirit

The Moment tried to happen just once, but every color had a different version. Yellow insisted it occurred at noon. Blue swore it was evening. Red claimed the Moment was urgent, while green said it had already passed. The shapes couldn’t agree on direction— triangles pointing every possible way, rectangles… read more – weiterlesen The Moment Exploded Into Opinions

It’s DaDa. Please do not search for sense cause it’s senseless. The Resolutions arrived in a box on January 1st, but no one had included instructions. They were rectangular, brightly colored, and refused to acknowledge each other’s edges. The lime green piece labeled “Exercise More” wouldn’t touch the magenta square… read more – weiterlesen The Puzzle of Good Intentions for the Coming Year

The HR department of Heaven processed the paperwork on December 26th. The angels had completed their seasonal contracts and were being released back into unformed light. “Where do we go?” asked a pink swirl that had recently been an announcement. “Anywhere but up,” said the Dismissal Officer, a green diagonal… read more – weiterlesen The Dismissal of the Angels after Christmas

The Woman had been sitting in the Color Chair for three weeks when she realized she could no longer remember standing. The chair was made of contradictions: turquoise armrests that argued with purple cushions, orange angles that disagreed with pink curves, lime green certainties wedged against magenta doubts. “This is… read more – weiterlesen The Woman in the Uncomfortable but Indispensable Color Chair

DADA Image Description (English) It’s DaDa do not look out for sense, cause it might be senseless! The ornaments hung on a tree that had forgotten the difference between branch and geometry, each bauble a small world refusing to be spherical— red embraced green in curves that defied the straight… read more – weiterlesen The Christmas Ornaments That Remembered They Were Circles / Die Weihnachtskugeln, die sich erinnerten, dass sie Kreise waren

DADA Image Description (English) The architecture committee met to discuss the problem: rooms had begun leaning into each other’s walls, doors opened into ceilings, floors became neighbors. Green insisted it was still a hallway, pink disagreed quietly. Each rectangle a small apartment for a color that had given up on… read more – weiterlesen The Rooms Forgot How to Be Separate / Die Räume vergaßen, wie man getrennt ist

DADA Image Description (English) The center exploded but forgot to make a sound, sent stripes racing in every direction that wasn’t a direction yet. Diamonds piled on top of each other, each claiming to be the window, not the wall. Red insisted it was moving fastest. Cyan countered that speed… read more – weiterlesen The Diamonds Argued About Which Way Was Out / Die Diamanten stritten, wo außen war

GEDICHT / POEM Geplante Abfahrt um 23:55 fällt heute aus Er sitzt im Abteil, das nicht mehr existiert. Die Wände explodieren in alle Richtungen— rosa nach Pasing, grün nach Giesing, gelb in eine Zeit, die nie kommen wird. Um 23:55 sollte die Bahn fahren. Stattdessen bleibt die Zeit stehen und… read more – weiterlesen Gesichter der S-Bahn / S-Bahn Faces

GEDICHT / POEM Die Migräne der Medusa Ihr Kopf war ein Unwetter aus Linien. Jede Strähne ein Blitz, der sich selbst vergaß, jeder Gedanke ein Schatten, der in die falsche Richtung fiel. Die Augen—zwei weiße Löcher, wo früher Sehen war. Bei Laim begann die Migräne. Erst ein leises Flimmern am… read more – weiterlesen Gesichter der S-Bahn / S-Bahn Faces

The pig said oink but meant sine wave, vibrating into stripes of elsewhere— cyan, magenta, the yellow that tastes like Tuesday. She was tired of being solid, of having edges that other things could bump into, so she practiced becoming ripple. First her snout went wavelength, then her ears tuned… read more – weiterlesen The Pig Who Became a Frequency