I've put on Bach

uprooted I am /

horrifically god-lost, the cloud with

a rose-mouth, ice-clump-shaped my heart what

for heaven's sake has happened to me / lonely

the frond of the palm I'd like on

my grave etc., alas this stigma these

May these June days how heart-rending, dew-fall

and frenzy a thousand times sorrow

dissolve in tears / no one

gives me their hand no eye consolingly

passes into my soul / buried

alive in my warm blood : ditched dissolute distraught damned done-in

deadly the daybreak and late evening / torn out

I've torn myself out of

human society .. see

Glenn Gould squatting crooked humming furious

howling and hotting - (and we have

crying 1 light-ray and 1 poison)

- Friederike Mayröcker

Picture: "Friederike Mayröcker, Wien" by Joseph Gallus Rittenberg

Glenn Gould