art connections
  • place: Aachen, Germany

09::March::1999 15:16 → permalink

here with Günter and Christina, along with Manon. the third visit in four years. so it goes. Aachen, the site of several of my first European exhibitions, remains. the seat of power for the Carolinian power of Karlus Magnus. the Dom here holds his gold coffin hanging in mid-air in the apse. eleven years ago, Stefan and I were on a spontaneous trip to Maastricht from Köln in his old VW Golf on a Sunday afternoon. in the days before the European Union made border crossings almost transparent. we went to the Maastricht Zoo, and my high opinion of the Dutch people forever was altered with the image of the bear cage they had constructed. a deep concrete pit with a couple dead tree trunks and an iron-gated hole in one wall. barbaric. we wandered around a street fair with the requisite foreign food products — the most titillating part were the products from Sandinista-held parts of Nicaragua, coffee and the like — along with tee-shirts, Sandino masks, and such. later on that trip we were walking around the center of town and we see there is an art opening at a gallery. we go in, admiring the work, abstract paintings.

the artist, named HaWeBe, is there, and has finished a performance with the contra bass. we begin talking and immediately connect. speaking about Kandinsky, music and painting, and the concepts of Die Blaue Reiter group that Kandinsky started. HaWeBe (Hans Werner Berretz) invited me to meet him later in the summer when he decided to arrange some exhibitions oh damn it! chakras. and letting it all go. tort. and. tart. (to free words from pre-ordained meaning. poetry is that methodology that liberates. words from that way of deadness. 90% over a lack of. concentrated presence. Colorado has totally slipped from my grasp. it will happen. ever? summer. and how no chanting goes. (counting dollars and euros).

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