in dem Versuch
                                          das zu "en-registrieren"
                                              aufzunehmen

                                         Nichtdenkend  denkend
                                       oder denkend  nichtdenkend

                                         das heisst im freien Fluss
                                                    ohne
                                               alles Denken schon
                                                   auf ein Vorgewusstes
                                                            zu richten

                                                zu ver-
                                            spueren was
 

                                            HOELDERLINs
                                               'Empedokles'
                                                     und
                                                      was 
                                                       dieser Film
                                                                 ist
 

                                  wie Blitze, in einem Unwetter
                                    wie Lichtstrahlen
                                          wenn die Wolkendecke aufreisst

                                 wie stille Stellen
                                            kaum merkliche Wellen
                                                  im Katarakt
 

                           tempi veraendernder Wildbach

                                 Fetzen, haengengeblieben
                                            von Verstehen
 

                             in denen klar wurde

                                     was Zu frueh /
                                                             Zu spaet heisst
 

                                        seine Zeitgenossen
                                                          die wie er
                                  den revolutionaeren Aufbruch

                                          diese frische Luft
                                   aus Paris    Lyon     Bordeaux
 

                                          ein at me ten

                                      hellwach, davon

                            betrunken - im naechsten Moment
                                     von den Warnungen, vor ihr

                                 mit Zipfelmuetzen gegen Zugluft
                                        weitertrottend
                                 auf sandigen 
                                               Landstrassen
                                             in der Uniform
                                                    der Grenadiere
 

                                                 ob Preussens
                                             oder Wuerttembergs
                                                        kein 
                                                  so grosser Unterschied
                                                      Dabei
                                                   war's moeglich
                                                         anzufangen
 

                                               waer's gewesen
                                            wenn nicht
                                                              drueckend
                                                           in den Koepfen...

                                                     das Gewicht
                                         verschoben / auf der Waage

                                                 das, was das
                                                Schwankende
                                                            Wankelmuetige
                                              die Mani-
                                                 pulierbarkeit
                                                                     des Volks ist

                                                            im Film
                                                                 im Text
 

                                       DURCHBROCHEN, irgendwann

                                                                      die Mauer
                                                                 die Illusion...
                                                                im Kopf
                                                               das irgendwer
                                                                  irgendein
                                                                'aufgeklaerter'
                                                                    Tyrann
                                                            eine Freiheit zu
                                                                        verschenken hat
                                                                  oder zu verkaufen
 

                                                             HEUTE
                                                            ist sie
                                                                wieder DA

                                                             die Illusion

                                                       manchmal boeswillig -
                                                             wider bess'res Wissen
                                                                           zynisch -

                                                                    brutal -

                                                   Machen weiter, wie bisher...
                                                        (die Kruecke :
                                                                                   Geld, Macht, Ruhm...)

                                                 & wissen's, dabei
                                                                 dass etwas 
                                                             den Bach runter gehn wird
                                                                             fuer immer
                                                                       verloren, diese Schoenheit
                                                                               des Lebendigen, und
 

                                                               vielleicht war das
                                                             der letzte Schmetterling seiner Art
                                                                           den ihr
                                                                                   gesehn habt
                                                                                   flatternd
                                                                                            vor dem
                                                                                         Gruen Siziliens
 

                                                                            Cómiso
                                                                                      grau
                                                                           einbetonierte
                                                                          Todes-Rampe

                                                                                Fortsetzung 
                                                                                        einer anderen

                                                                                    ueber die

                                                                                  E N D L O S

                                                                                Ladung um
                                                                                        Ladung
                                                                               Menschen verfrachtet
                                                                                          In's Nichts...
                                                                                          Sinnlos.
                                                                                            Für nichts
                                                                                als Buchungen
                                                                                    Fiktives Kapital
                                                                                   Abschreibung
                                                                                  Profit von Flick
                                                                                    & Fink -
                                                                                    & Stinnes?
                                                                                    IG - Farben.
                                                                                    So viele andere
 

                                                                                                                           3. April 1987
 
 
 
 
 

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