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Subject: Re: Kunst-Stadt oder die Urbanisierung des öffentlichen Raums From: pit <pit@icf.de> Date: Thu, 26 Jun 1997 22:00:03 METDST * * * * * Donald Berger Heart Music for Dog Snyder It is late in Berlin. Before us is a palace now. I am also surrounded by mountains. mountains of milk, mountains of meat, and lakes of wine. They are not real lakes although they look like lakes. I see a whore. She is facing France. She had wanted to speak with philosophers like Leibniz, for example. She had wanted to give them a short information: to be man, woman and child at the same time. It is late in Berlin. We stand here like the first people. They forget one thing, that the year has twelve months. And the circus behind the ruin, was it called the Slaughtered Lamb? We have been shut away for so long, children who learn how to work when they walk, the sycamores that carry numbers, It is late. The so-called Iron Lady she is facing France. There is nothing that makes life interesting, registered as asocial, quiet, with nice furniture, house, family, a few friends. The temperature dropped twenty years ago. Nobody would be found dead over a fence Zeitung fuer Alles Vol. 10, 1987, Dieter Roth, Barbara Wien (Hrsg.)