| Biography: |
I hang my uniformed flesh by the feet.
I am the soldier in the tank-turret, my head is empty under the helmet, the strangled cry under the chains.
I am the typewriter.
I tie the noose, when the leaders are hanged, kick the stool away, break my neck I am my own prisoner.
I feed my data into the computer.
My roles are spit and spittoon
knife and wound
teeth and gum
neck and gallows.
I am the data-bank.
Bleeding in the crowd.
Exhaling behind the double doors.
Wordslime bubbling in soundproof speech-balloons over the battle. - Heiner Müller, "The Hamletmachine" |