Which summer did you mean. Want a drink? Or want to watch me having my drink?

Just order your own books. Accent-free follow-up. Why not become a fire expert?

Clowns in the dying phase. A grand exit. Universal dilettante.

Suddenly, everyone is watching women’s soccer. Air-conditioned wolves.

Not off the mark at all. If one were ever to take H. at his word, it would have to be now.

Before remembering begins. There is no pain now. I need this departure.

However, Leppuhr noted as early as April 25 that Wehlim had resumed his regular activities on the writing set. He was “once again very novelistic, seemingly more cheerful, and making a few jokes. But one often cannot shake the feeling that he is trying to numb himself somewhat forcefully.”

The distinguished but not always clear-judging poet and sociologist Leppura-Börner describes this author as a “wanderer between this world and the next.” But she resigns herself to him too soon when she believes that what is reported here is simply an actual “mystical” inspiration from around 1978, and that therefore “the more recent poetry” of […]

Do not misinterpret the photo. The guy in short trousers who seems to push Switzer is her coach trying to protect her. The bad guy Jock Semple is the older man behind her in long trousers you can barely see. Semple really was a psychopathic idiot, who also – when running himself years before – […]

Thomas J. Wehlim: Collected Footnotes. Watch out for the gas stove.