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A series of nature photography, woods, or a single tree exude a calm, a silence for reflection, for in-turn be- encourage. However, the truth of the meditative character, because they are waiting for the next players to connect before this setting and start their game. Daniel Angermayr is also theater people and in some photographs Angermayr is also quite clear stills of Anna Netrebko, or immediately memorable drama recordings, such as the paint-smeared hands of Christoph Schlingensief during the Bayreuth Parsifal samples. Sometimes there is a text in the image implied the necessary information: "I killed Lady Macbeth to wash hands a photo of the blood in motion blur. Then silence again: The documentation of a drive between Klagenfurt and Graz with a series of 30 photographs: casual snapshots of the road, horizons with meadows and forests, rainy, gray clouds shrouded the sky. The result is a calm, documentary film, which carries out the passing scenery with a sense for the casualness of the unspectacular and plays.

Andres straw Hammer

Progressivism Versus Existentialism

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move, perhaps to Italy, in a car, fully loaded to the brim, heat in the doldrums of a non-and never-ending journey, you will still take back the following year, are auto brands counted and then played (it flies it flies like a lot of crow sitting on your head). I see something that you do not see, and before you know it, everything is already in you to flyby, the smokestacks, the snow poles and lying forest one day behind you before you could get used to correct the vision.

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everything in slow motion, so slow that I know the context under the hand disintegrates into its component images that tell of a sudden something else. hold out: no sound coming out of the tv the soft sigh of a woman who sweeps her dress plain and bored with the camera flirting.

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what I found: between the trees, out of sight of the house. and everything backwards. back through the forest, the kitchen had stripes, on the asphalt, through the door that. up to the first floor:
the rich light of the spring day, the blinds me, I tear open the emergency exit. the sound of the door that closes behind me, a time delay. through the lush forest that has the secret (without fanfare). smacks of the soil beneath my boots. what I found:

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the rich green, the gentle. the garden out there, in me. go so far as to arrive but then again only in itself, in the dark and bright secret forest, far behind the stage, the piling up all meters high. now I've lost sight of my goal and suddenly everything is open again. We are not step forward, fortunately. I fold my map again carefully together, for the use to me now no more.

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this ambivalence can only be insufficiently recorded in pairs of opposites. because that is between the two words, between the opposites everything always falls through, everything slips away from me. oh well. but it will remain inextricably bound, is the truth then just between them, not in the golden middle, because that is never, but, moved slightly away from the diffuse in space and time between two frames, two moments, two behind places and much more . Are we there yet?

here / there

and already I'm somewhere else. only For a moment I have closed my eyes. I have been dreaming? because I am missing something here, this memory (from which the well is made, I'm drowning in blue) to the crazy green of a summer that never happened at the end. from. and I'm away again two miles, not at that point, in which supposedly makes everything (at the end of the road, the piers), but in the next picture. on the Western Railway, between Amstetten and st. valentin, not here, not there.

Yvonne Giedenbacher

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The cat shows no interest in the views of the lake at dusk, she sits inverted on the bench and watch the leaves lying on the ground. I stare into the sunset, my nose drips, the cat jumps off the bench and looks at her reflection in the water. With three steps, starting I give her a kick in the ass, who effectively whirls through the air and sunk in the lake. Stupid cat.
night I hear now, as she coughs and the clicking of her tiny cane when she stumbles across the carpet. Since the accident at sea, she will always be softer, it is already around as a football and looks ridiculous with her crutch to just laughable. I want to connect them, instead I panier her a steak and tolerate their plaintive glances at me. Plays their helplessness is shameless, I I commented in your area, a few movements with her sigh and moan, and the cat is really ready. It can carry all the ass. Morning coffee and rolls, lunch of roast pork, steak or beef, beer and chocolate at night, no wonder she is getting fatter. All therapeutic treatments are her exhausting, she says. The cat wants to get ready for the kick. This is grotesque. Alt-2005 Lenzing