Sonntag * 09.10.2022 * 14:00 – 18:00 Uhr
Kapitel XXIX meiner Sendung TRANSMITTER auf 674.FM.
Ich empfand ein unerklärliches Unbehagen, die Worte Geist, Seele oder Körper auch nur auszusprechen […], die abstrakten Worte, deren sich die Zunge doch naturgemäß bedienen muss, um irgendwelches Urteil an den Tag zu geben, sie zerfielen mir im Munde wie modrige Pilze.
(Hugo von Hofmannsthal)
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Pharoah Sanders | Astral Traveling | 5:43 | Discogs | |
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Bohren & Der Club Of Gore | Welk | 6:15 | Discogs | |
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Harmonia 76 | Sometimes In Autumn | 15:52 | Discogs | |
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Läuten Der Seele | Ich Ging Durch Einen Grasgrünen Wald | 2:37 | Discogs | |
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Cluster | Dem Wanderer | 3:50 | Discogs | |
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Moondog | Autumn | 2:11 | Discogs | |
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Frank O' Hara | Mayakovsky | 01:05 | Discogs | |
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Faust | Herbststimmung | 5:38 | Discogs | |
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Can | Mushroom | 4:08 | Discogs | |
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Kode 9 & Spaceape | Autumn Has Come | 2:44 | Discogs | |
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Captain Beefheart | Autumn's Child | 4:35 | Discogs | |
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Der Plan | Der Herbst | 2:52 | Discogs | |
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Model Home | Naked Intentions | 6:26 | Discogs | |
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Phew | Days Nights | 4:14 | Discogs | |
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Morio Agata | サブマリン | 5:16 | Discogs | |
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Scout Niblett | Uptown Top Ranking | 2:47 | Discogs | |
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Camera Obscura | Let's Get Out Of This Country | 3:20 | Discogs | |
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Broadcast | Unchanging Window / Chord Simple | 6:59 | Discogs | |
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Spacemen 3 | Things'll Never Be The Same | 6:09 | Discogs | |
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Black Chow | Wonderland | 03:05 | Discogs | |
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Trans Am | Rough Justice | 03:31 | Discogs | |
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The Feelies | Original Love | 2:53 | Discogs | |
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Pere Ubu | Use Of A Dog | 3:17 | Discogs | |
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Lounge Lizards | Incident On South Street | 3:27 | Discogs | |
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Yamash'ta & The Horizon | Sunrise From West Sea Part:2 | 17:56 | Discogs | |
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Joxfield | Submarine Trees | 4:17 | Discogs | |
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Akiko Yano | Donnatokimo Donnatokimo Donnatokimo | 3:56 | Discogs | |
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Peter Brötzmann | Brain Damage | 6:20 | Discogs | |
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Conrad Schnitzler | Untitled | 5:34 | Discogs | |
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Caspar Brötzmann Massaker | Sarah | 10:43 | Discogs | |
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Conrad Schnitzler | Untitled | 3:56 | Discogs | |
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Neu! | Negativland | 9:46 | Discogs | |
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Gunter Adler | Die Blaue Frau | 3:00 | Discogs | |
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A.F. Moebius | Böser Traum | 1:46 | Discogs | |
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Maleem Mahmoud Ghania | Boulandi Samawi | 13:56 | Discogs | |
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Shabar il Nasr | Port Said | 04:58 | Discogs | |
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No-Neck Blues Band | Wieder Das Erste Mal | 9:29 | Discogs | |
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Kode 9 | 9 Samurai | 3:40 | Discogs | |
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Burial | Spaceape | 4:02 | Discogs | |
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Pharoah Sanders | The Creator Has A Master Plan - Part 1 | 19:20 | Discogs | |
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Ignatz | The Opposite | 9:35 | Discogs |

Frank O‘ Hara
Herbst – Zeit für Lyrik, yeah!
Mayakovsky
BY FRANK O’HARA
My heart’s aflutter!
I am standing in the bath tub
crying. Mother, mother
who am I? If he
will just come back once
and kiss me on the face
his coarse hair brush
my temple, it’s throbbing!
then I can put on my clothes
I guess, and walk the streets.
2
I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.
Words! be
sick as I am sick, swoon,
roll back your eyes, a pool,
and I’ll stare down
at my wounded beauty
which at best is only a talent
for poetry.
Cannot please, cannot charm or win
what a poet!
and the clear water is thick
with bloody blows on its head.
I embrace a cloud,
but when I soared
it rained.
3
That’s funny! there’s blood on my chest
oh yes, I’ve been carrying bricks
what a funny place to rupture!
and now it is raining on the ailanthus
as I step out onto the window ledge
the tracks below me are smoky and
glistening with a passion for running
I leap into the leaves, green like the sea
4
Now I am quietly waiting for
the catastrophe of my personality
to seem beautiful again,
and interesting, and modern.
The country is grey and
brown and white in trees,
snows and skies of laughter
always diminishing, less funny
not just darker, not just grey.
It may be the coldest day of
the year, what does he think of
that? I mean, what do I? And if I do,
perhaps I am myself again.
hobbykeller cassette #1
The Time Tunnel
