Trafika Europe 14 - Italian Piazza

MINIATURES By Günther Kaip (Short Pieces)

THE GREAT LIGHT

Only toward the end of the day it is announced when the next night is actually going to take place. Several dates are available while all angles, time shift margins, and weather data are drawn into the air with red ink; necessary blank spaces are encircled with blue ink. The great light has disappeared as planned, we lie on the beach as darkness spreads, watching the boundaries blur between water and land; some shadows come unstuck, take on sharp outlines, and quickly draw near with the wind: Dogs gallop through the air, slowly turning into trotting horses, human figures on their backs, swaying with the ebb and flow of the wind, while ship hulls steer towards us with flags dolefully dangling from their masts; within call, they veer away again, followed by huge rotating disks from which brightly lit towers rise, small triangles whirring around them and circles balancing on their spires. A mad game plays out, as if the vocabulary of all lifestyles were whirled through the air. They may bury us and adorn our graves with their file numbers while we escape into a deep sleep that will carry us into the next day, into the great light.

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