Did you
theater director Buurmann,
yesterday Zornesröte also driven in the face?
you ever even been an apoplectic attack near?
catch again Tsunami of rebellion through their suffering at the beach sometimes very dozing brain?
No, most honored theater director, not because I once again as a repeat offender of your sandbox ideas with a perpetrator who is without doubt, always and in worrying consequence of the stranger, viewed and me again, much to my against all your polemical and boisterous objections probably be regarded as justified criticism insisting (as your warning dramatic as it were - yesterday I wrote guardian angel), against your theatrical thoughtlessness and against you, we say it mildly: naive politicizing had to speak.
No, Buurmann theater director, I mean (on the delicate case of your Sand brains but soon, and like coming back) with the anxious demand for your aggression by excessive undistributed adrenaline (They tend to choleric, right?) Yesterday, saw to midnight Rhine in flames, the Cologne Bönnsch because of a presumption is permitted, however, to name only light - the "Cologne Lights" so I mean.
I would now like you, a theater director Buurmann, regarding yesterday's events as a kindred spirit and assure you, reassuring me about this, ask if you, the small-minded on this event - which yesterday presented the Kölsch Light in the sense of the proverbial little light that would have been better under a bushel, more honor was - as the kidneys and the nerves went? Cologne this rabble? From your bag, the, to put it casually, would also be able to go, I would, however, do not talk after the opening scene of your sand play, I saw it meant scrotum because it disfigured verbally and disgusting to be - I must admit though, that I under the suffer impression this night Rhine event had more than your losses due to my criticism, which I would have probably rightly very inflict upon. In this respect I confess to a certain extent romantic self-consciousness: What does it matter the moon when it bark at the dogs!
relation but to the "Cologne Lights" but would like to and do I specify my action now.
The cascade of fire, which in its soaring Glutzungen, the exploding supernovae and the All-GAU anticipatory explosions, the grandeur but also that fire painting that takes the breath and the mind can stand still, send them to the apocalyptic warning half hour pyrotechnic hubris or, is highly recommended reading beyond end of such a metaphor, the expressionist power of this fire gimmick than a technical masterpiece, from a precision air strike would have any in this or that war should (Especially as collateral damage, failed to materialize, will be any fights, one or the other Vollsuff or occasionally handy behavior between the sexes area not to be expected) - the half-hour of yesterday until midnight experienced fire spell so I do not want to Bloch's strictness with regard to the state of confusion immensity of this art structure (do not be alarmed!) described as fascist, I want to make sure their entirety and do not come with the adorno'schen verdict, that this would be politically incorrect to Auschwitz (if I given the cost of this spectacle myself but shy, I call people to remind that in the dustbins of our Consumer society, tracking down their living expenses).
No, smaller only in the small-minded, however, in the under-exposed and, ultimately, in a far from any artistic will, the body begins I'll start my critique of last night's lighting ceremony, where your soul mate, a theater director Buurmann, in this case very hopeful. Let the magic of the fireworks that is not damaged - but what this dithyramb of fire and smoke, flash, bang and rattle against the backdrop of the Old City and Dome of the promoter was delayed verbal, was me (and I hope you too) bad taste and impertinence. I think the comment of a six-rehearsed Kölsch slang voice intoxicated with the L and the inability to SCH, this mediated hail of fire and Star Flight, substandard educational radio bombast pyromaniac to know about: The Evolution of the fireworks. Ah, Wikipedia was for mental precariat.
I specify: On the fire as the supernatural referring wanted to let you begin the story of his mastery in the early history of mankind - the astonished listeners then looked at the corresponding ping-pong music into the 11th China 12th century and moved, and you could hear that the Chinese fireworks is still unsurpassed today. This detracted then very well wonder where Presented here today, seemed The "Cologne Lights" the lyricist of this lexical intuitions but inferior. But said it was probably what we should like to know about China: the realm of the Bright Wizard is us this Communist dictatorship in particular. As the ignorant Cologne, despite all really began to wonder and miracle of the pyrotechnic enjoyed knew the Kölsch babbling to write about that in Europe in the 14th century the fireworks at the church and those in power beyond the military use as intimidating art resources was popular, because you have to really be able to show, God-given, such as church and royal power was. And so were the rulers of the 17th 18th century and also celebrate like no party without a huge fireworks - Baroque Music agreed to the vehement and I remembered Bloch. Then the commentary to the 19th century contributed to this terrible knowledge to:
"The Age of Enlightenment was reflected on the fireworks and also save the royal houses had"
The presence eventually offered another opportunity to be the Chinese rulers ingratiating adulation regarding a large fire spell at the opening of the upcoming Olympics in Beijing, during which Berlusconi's Italy got one better: there is a firework was just too loud, but in Germany it was a perfect technically sophisticated and calculated crafts ...
Here I am, theater director Buurmann gone and had me doubting my senses, the reprise of the "Cologne Lights" seen on television, but soon, as my previous perception is not as delusional turned out and the designated comment no hallucination, I've turned out the tone and - yes, you heard right: the Doors I've opened, theater director Buurmann, even the Doors! Once you have recognized my true passions were not miles and staying near the truth - and now that makes me the courage to tell me, based on yesterday's event and believe to his embarrassment with you hand in hand - do not disappoint me for "hand in hand with you," I want my century, but demand in the lists, held a century in which such "Cologne Lights" - but also your "brains on the beach", and since you allow me your conscience, your mentor, your Guardian Angel is. Do not fidget, do not you envy me my political past, you see it in my history as a Altkommunarde albeit involuntary common: in by a certain Ali Goetz the 68ers reputed fascist thought and action.
But as too wide a field the day looking at, I greet you today, theater director Buurmann in peace and happiness and sincerely
your
crime writer Schmiester,
the
PS: If in doubt think about it, let you be his next crime victim. Thus: Get well soon!
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