has been for sale for some time, as you have seen. The maintenance and ongoing development to keep our non-profit and idealistic platform for contemporary art running and safe from hackers etc. costs money that is no longer there. Because of small investments that are necessary now and the running costs, we will have to shut down with a heavy heart at the beginning of summer on June 21.
The bird whispers into my ear the word: silence, I need to hear... The blueness enchants me, but I am hungry, feed me...poetical and so divine in its beauty! Bravo!!! ....Stanzas from Ode to the Seasons ***In October au* I'm like a sliced berry.* Once the branch is broken,* Who will cherish it?* Au tongdong tari* ***In a November night au* I lie on a dirt floor* With only a sheet to cover me.* O lonely life, night without you.* Au tongdong tari* ***In December I am like au* Chopsticks carved from pepperwood* Placed neatly before you:* An unknown guest holds them.* Au tongdong tari* Koryô Songs (The Goryeo Gayo) - from the Koryo (Goryeo) Dynasty (c. 918-1392)
-Katerina Koehlerova
Unknown room
With the lights off
Take off your clothes
Sticking naked
All muscle
All until it disappears
Embracing the bone
Beings!
Take a look,
We went to the evening hand
The glow scream in vain the foot even
Take a look,
Piggyback your hand in my hand goes
The ants biting on a dead spider mouth goes home to find
Today is a good day, even yesterday,
Walking dreams
Like the clothes of death
Is fragmented
Dialog
The wind has when someone
When you want to talk with him is
Among the people
When you find the darkness
There the wind blows
