Vorwort

Widmung

Here's a great lie, thinks the Grandee of Jahilia drifting into sleep: the pen is mightier than the sword.

It's an on-going battle with me. I seem to kind of vacillate between a certain kind of modernity and a reactionary, figurative, narrative form of song. I go backwards and forwards. That's always been my struggle I think.

Grübeln ist letzten Endes unfruchtbar; und verfälscht das (ohnehin durch unseren mangelhaften, biologisch eben noch ausreichenden, Sinnenapparat schon genugsam fragwürdige) Detail, zum zweiten, unheilbarsten, Male.