And again they uniformed themselves,
The blind multitude of amorphous figures,
And again it troubles me,
Their two-dimensional rule.
Who could re-inspire these beings?
Who, instead of reading only stare at television,
When mind and soul croak,
And we do not even feel like it,
And still lose the wire to the imagination.
And also the wire to any good life,
For what is given here as a model?
And again they uniformed themselves,
The blind multitude of amorphous figures,
And again it troubles me,
Their two-dimensional rule.
Love is reduced, for instincts go forth,
Thus degraded to derision the humor,
Feeling in representation already banal,
Is derived from this integral.
Who understands pain, who tenderness?
Blindly, they squeal in the self with pity.
Too tired, too tired is my generation
No one sees the reason for rebellion.
And again they uniforme themselves,
The blind multitude of amorphous figures,
And again it troubles me,
Their two-dimensional rule.
Their thoughts recognize their ego,
But they can not and can not clamp.
Finally, I ask you:
Can you unfold into life?
Thank you very much for reading.
The photographs were made by Rob Chamber. Check out his webside for more pictures of the yoganarchista series. The editing of the second photo is his work.
If you would like to read the German original click here
