Photographer Lisa Jureczko
Poems Kaleo Sansaa and Casobitor Rabenjunge
Introduction Brogan Anderson
Longing desperation. Imminent desire. Overwhelming anxiety. The flux of human emotion is confounding. Urgently removed from it’s sensitivity, one becomes isolated. Alexander Bardou, detached.
"When I'm all by myself, surrounded by silence, with my eyes closed - only then can I be with you.”
My tears hide behind the well of melancholy
Too shy to came out to review their nature
Too shy to dance the stumbling dance down my face.
My tears hide behind the well of melancholy
They would rather stay in me forever, than descend from my eyes
Only to end up drying on my face, my skin, my leather.
- The feeling between home and childhood trance, Kaleo Sansaa
Sleepless from being tired,
Tears run off my face,
Silence reigns the room,
Melancholic symphony.
- Deep Dreams, Casobitor
When I'm all by myself, surrounded by silence, with my eyes closed - only then can I be with you.
- Silence, Casobitor
Like dead veins, branches are pointing to night and tell from the darkness, which calls itself soul.
- Branches, Casobitor
I’ll be gone for My mouth is tasteless
I’m relearning my language from deep within
I’m feeling nothing but growth and some soft boundaries
I’m back home,
Back to life.
Bruised but not broken.
- Wireless Windows, Kaleo Sansaa
Dear Slavery of the mind and the backbone
Fill in my illusions
Define the meaningless as meaningful.
Dear slavery of the mind and the backbone
Thrill my ears and eat my flesh
I am untouched and unmoved,
I fear for you.
- Magical feast in present tense, Kaleo Sansaa