NEW ZEALAND

Maorian SOLITUDE

the office where we roar.

I'm going missing

I’m not
coming
to the planet earth
whereas
sun won’t be gone,
and moon
come down
to accompany me
every night…
I’ll be within
the GlooM

.
For your own and my protection.

(I miss you miss you)Hello there the angel from my nightmareThe shadow in backround of the morgueThe unsespecting victim of darkness in the valleyWe can live like Jack and Sally if we wantWhere you can always find meAnd we'll have Halloween on ChristmasAnd in the night we'll wish this never ends We'll wish this never endWhere are you and I'm so sorryI cannot sleep I cannot dream tonightI need somebody and alwaysThis sick strange darkness comes creeping on so haunting everytimeAnd as I stared I counted the webs from all the spiderscatching things and eating their insidesLike indecision to call youAnd hear your voice of treasonWill you come home and stop this pain tonightstop this pain tonight

Southern whim(Capricho sureño)

Los Bichos

The Bug

PLYMOUTH 2005

Carmen Eckenroth

Idle memo, idle feelings and Idle firerings

IDLE MEMO-IDLE HEAD (led to CASTLE ON THE SAND)

At the end of the secret path along the valley beyond the abbey.
Beneath the old shed-off-leaved oak tree,

withdrawn in a corner of the valley, behind Confidence cascade.
At the top of the castle
this is intimacy...
the darkest corner in my head...
at the end of the corridor that embrace the machines room,
-where the steam comes from and the heat is stored-;
at the bottom of the storage room.
where I keep memories covered by white sheets -idle memo mess-;
It wrinkles myself, holding my bended knees on the floor
as eeeeemerged as a tiny foetus.
…seal the doors to the outside with blue-fire&steel and wait for a voice to needle my bubble in, asking for coming in from the outside
Shocked by the sight from the half-light tower chamber.
I lean out from two eyed-windows of the gloomy tower,
where no light breaks in and no sound sneaks in…
just the vibration from the machine room,
darkens in and out.
U loom up out my joy,
in the meantime woe spikes and corners my head.
As once as a no name monster, frightened my mind,
fears and doubts crowed my mind.
We run as a kid, jump as a flea, shout as a king, shed as a leave, growl to grins,

and fight between

the crestfallen trees,
In the roar of my needs.
sticking out of the window, as I see you come...
She glittered the corridor, walk it down
drumming it roughly
as the ring of fire that wraps my heart.
Do not want to open any window
because I built this Black ink bubble dome
out of lonesome thoughts
with no window-bars my


head.
…unbearably my mouth gave me away once again.

Still in my den

I am a Spectrum and I live within the shadow of my fear...Am I a single spectrum on the grey reflection of my black ink bubble...let me fall into chromography of oblivion...let me get lost, let me get lost...I just want a place to hide and hold my knees against my chest...I warm me up and I can feel the outside to wave you Hello when you will be in my black bubble surronded by the thick heavy smog that lies around my den.

I wanna go missing!

I wanna go missing…and try to be…I’ll be in my bubble waiting for you to burst it…and rescue me from Isolation…but now I wanna be alone, be nobody and be locked-hermetic in me…seal the doors to the outside with fire&iron and wait for your voice to needle my bubble in, asking for come in from the outside. I feel I’ll be strengthen character up in my black shadowed bubble where no light breaks in and no sound sneaks in…just the vibration spreaded from side to side of the wall of my bubble dome…I wanna feel darkness in and out me. Wait for you to warm up my den, dann we can share our den and settle down in Damn Valley. At the end of the secret path along the valley. Beneath the old shedded-off leave oaktree, withdrawn in a corner of the valley,behind the cascade called Confidence. I feel down steeped to underground and I do not want to open any window because I built this Black ink bubble dome out of lonesome thoughts with no windows outta my head. unbearably my mouth gave me away once again.