Dear readers, watchers, listeners and commentators! blog.de will be closed down by mid-December. So I am putting out everything I have already written until end of November - three times a week. I don't know yet where to go to , at least to make sure all this here stays online, but will let you know. Thank you for following!
I am not including some more "official" texts here, but I think it is adequate to at least state that I kinda tested the boundaries of what could be done in fanzines for the Communications, German & Theology (der taschenpapst) and the Economics students (krisenwirtschaft).
(It was surely a lot to keep up with, when in daytime you were supposed to deal with cognitive intelligence, chaos theory, Niklas Luhmann and the likes. Well, we were "heads", in a way. But soon I mainly did my job as an event manager for the students' club and others and did not write and read that much anymore. It also felt good that "what had to be said was said" and that now we'd "act". Hm. Too much 90s radical chic in there? Probably.)
Reading what I wrote in '95, most of it was something like "Won't somebody stop me? I am trying hard not to be understood." In fact there was a huge "Bitte, bitte, macht ein Ende!" head in one edition of der taschenpapst with a dinosaur pic placed next to it and an earthquake destroying a town below. The text inbetween (by me) was simply offending, not much else. If I remember correctly, I could sense the hedonists taking over (including, partly, within myself) and I wanted to get away from those, diving deeper into politics and leaving the party people emotionally behind while being at the same time sucked into a 24-7 event manager routine. Next to the dinosaur it said "Taktik der verbrannten Erde", next to the earthquake town it said "Viel Glück und viel segen auf all Deinen Wegen! Gesundheit und Freude sei auch mit dabei!" An early goodbye somehow, but I would never really return to my colleagues at Communications.
At krisenwirtschaft I went absolutely anti-media at about the same time. I might had seen lots of people not only gone lost to drugs and vanities, but also to the joys of surfing. Plus politically there was a phase of compromises, working with social democrats and in fact learning a bit about what they think politics are or should be like. But there were "parties" featuring people like Speedfreak and movies about Einstürzende Neubauten, too. On Sundays there were jazz concerts.
I like the head "Hey, revolutionäres Gesocks! Geld her und Party!" in the second-to-last edition of der taschenpapst. Sounds like early 21st century now, haha. Was announcing a concert feat. F.S.K. and another feat. Kreidler there. In krisenwirtschaft there is a stunning paragraph written after a meeting with Die Goldenen Zitronen: "Wer sich weiter in der Apokalypse suhlt, darf sich von stalinoidem Vorgehen aber bitte nicht noch mehr gestört fühlen als von faschistischem. Oder geht's um systemstabilisierende Deeskalation, auf daß sich alles wieder erholt? Diese Lüge kannst Du dann echt bitte mit Deinem Fernseher, Deiner Angst und deinen Privilegien bis auf weiteres ausleben. Dann wird vielleicht mal ein bisschen Wohlstand umverteilt, und Du hast Deine Ruhe bis zur nächsten Tarifverhandlung oder bis neben Dir wieder eine Bombe einschlägt, die gerade noch höchstens als Gerücht in den Medien existierte." Clearly more Brecht than Meinhof! And very 21st century, isn't it? Headline: "Noone is innocent: Individualisierung & Gegenstrategien".
There is also a questionnaire by me in that krisenwirtschaft, full of personal questions, adressing the reader, no room for anwers. Like a mirror.