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AUTO: -CHTHON & -NOM
Nr. 15, März 2005
– Übersicht –
Constantin von Hoffmeister
Reich in Russia [german version]
the Reich Chancellery in Moscow elongated – also called the Lenin Library:
masses read in it and hold hands in front of it
Dresden – February 13,
1945: cowardly and vicious attack on the Soviet Union
(because the German Reich had technically already lost the war,
and Dresden was to be in the sphere of influence of Red Russia) –
its aim: to
undermine the integrity
of the white people's union of workers,
the racial state of builders,
Stalin at the helm sailing towards new shores
the royal statue in St. Petersburg full of pigeon
shit
(all good things come from above!)
on every street corner Lenin smiles through concrete slabs
while the Fuehrer with his rotten cane hardly erect
there!
the Reich Chancellery in Moscow
opened:
new stairs carpeted in red,
marble horses foaming at the mouth
and a lecture recited on the topic of copulation
(civilizational and breedingly recreational)
---
in Patriarchy Pond the
Reich's Lance found
from far away, in '41,
Schulze-Boysen lit candles in a damp cellar,
summoning the Ancient, the Abraxi,
and their red horned minions
to beat,
together with the Khan
beasts,
from the different Easts,
the one that dared to direct darkness.
has one ever seen the stigma on seared skin?
the image spilled in twilight
grim-faced and axe-wielding
shot by shot hacking
to unite!
the Reich Chancellery in Moscow grounded:
central regime unclassifiable
(won the day young and immense)
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animi duale: Fourth Reich
the fork melts
and the waterfall screams
long
live the Aryan Anti-Fascist Committee!
Constantin von Hoffmeister
On a Lover’s Futile Quest [german version]
this is for your eyes only:
i am sad, sad, sad. i want to love. i am a poet. i NEED
love. i cannot live
on hatred. but this is all i get. people hate our race. our race hates our
race! i am sick. i have been sick for a long time. i should have gotten
married when i had the chance. but i
did not because i am a loser. the woman
loved me. i was gone too long (in india), so she did not want me anymore. it
was too late. i am depressed. i am sad. i do not want to be sad. nobody
wants to be
sad. i want to love ONE woman. i want to have a family. i am a
poet. i am a dark poet. i am a drunken poet. people tell me: "constantin,
don't drink so much!" this is nice advice. would the
ameriKan shakespeare,
edgar allan poe, been able to write such brilliant works if he would have
listened to all of his buddies? i doubt it. some people are meant to suffer.
women NEVER suffer (unless
they are heroin junk babes). i love life. i love
my race. the average bourgeois motherfucker loves neither. where do i go?
where do i live? in fantasy-land? NO!!! i refuse. i live. i love. i cannot
love.
i want to love. where? how? when?
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