Darf Ich ehrlich mit Ihnen sein? Ich weiß ehrlich nicht mehr wie es weitergeht. Und wenn Sie mir nicht zuhören, dann tut es keiner. Punktum. So ist es doch da draußen, nicht wahr? Ich weiß es doch. Keiner

Das hab ich mir gestern geschrieben (nach einer kleinen Meditation), als ich Angst hatte, zu Bett zu gehen.

I took this photo in Praia do Carneiro, Portugal in 2018. I took this photo in Praia do Carneiro, Portugal in 2018. I took this photo in Praia do Carneiro, Portugal in 2018. I took this photo in Praia

I used to passionately post my opinions about this and that

The morning follows wind-scattered corpse sky, follows rain battered pavements, follows feet walking. I step off the bus into the grey expanse, eyes focus forward to block out the memories of a warm bed.

Here's some automatic writing I wrote today, put to some music again for your listening pleasure. For a deeper explanation of automatic writing, see this video here: Taken directly from my cave in Matala

Automatic writing, do it, it's good for your brain, your emotional wellbeing. Sometimes I make what I write into songs. Sometimes it just sits in a notepad that I burn later. Occasionally I just sing it

Being true to my art in a literary style means that the surrealism from automatism and automatic writing can be seen perhaps as avant-garde to some and art to others; but in general is beyond the pale

I do a lot of writing. Most of it is automatic writing (writing without judgement and just allowing words to flow) and occasionally I'll plaster the obstinate label 'poetry' onto it. Here's a piece I wrote

An automatic writing unexpected experiment I took this selfie just after having an automatic writing moment. It was my first real session and it wasn't planned at all. My hand wrote again and again and