• action collection
• action poems
• group poems
• Particles of Farticles
• history of naked creative activism
• weird ceremonies
• in form and act
• ex
• 24 hours
• Appendix
• Magazine Statement
• Index draft
• Writers Practice

weird ceremonies

nothing is weird - everything is just fucking normal 

nowadays we have too little rituals

rituals are transformed into daily rituals? no way

beeing burried, beeing born

religious parades as creative acts?

 ... it was a late autumn day, when I was running through the city from one meeting to another. read light in the traffic lights, a moment of thoughts, sunshine through the almost naked brunches of tree, yellow leaves lying down and sounds of drums ... wait a minute! sounds of drums? wtf?! ach, there they are, Hare Krishna community parade - guys with weird hairstyle, dressed up in peach, playing drums and praising the Krishna. Wind blowed the smell of incense sticks, what some lunatics, who followed the parade, where holding in their hands. green light and I have to cross the street towards this phenomenon. Normally I would turn my head to another direction and pretend that IO haven't noticed them. But somehow I missed the right moment and realized myself in the middle of this weird parade. I heard my name. Lifted up my eyes. And there he was, my punk crazy party acquaintance from  my region, whom I havent seened for ages. As always, I didnt managed to hide my conclusion, seeing this punk wearing peach dress and bringing the messages about religious community in the streets.

Green light started ton blink, I quickly said goodbye and dived in the crwd.

Why Im telling this?