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I have read in no man’s land.

I’ve read on the Brenner Pass. During a manifestation for open borders and open hearts for all people who are forced to flee.

I’ve read texts against borders and discrimination while I felt the eyes of the states in my back.

But when I looked up from my words – black ink on white paper – I saw colorful people and a green hill under a blue sky.

I felt wonderful to be part of this message of hope and peace and unity against the violence, hate and authoritarianism that spreads like a cancer. We spread love and art instead.

https://youtube.com/watch?v=9lNWHZhtIGY%3Frel%3D0

For pictures of the event click here.

This

is now

and this

is all light

Now shines bright

a moment of tumbling

in exchanging connections

wide open and growing

into the shiver of a truth

all grinning and thankful

for this single miracle here

now

“This singular miracle called now”

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Daniel Graziadei

This communication situation has run out of harmony

as acts of separation are snowballing

right into your welcoming smile

& no matter into what direction you look or listen

single worlds of words are circling enraged

around their lonely and impotent echo

Sense is twisting

into a cold splatter

of non

Yet you resolve to remain calm and unimpressed

peace of head and heart

even as coldness hits your singing mouth

Daniel Graziadei, January 2016

Notions xploding

Fatigue without a battle

soldiers for the no-man’s land

and a flag that says

We are all migrants

on a spinning planet

A turn of a tide

or a sheet of paper

and all will be gone

in the wind of some change

that blows the pipe of our notions

just for the fun of seeing

our unrecognized mis

understandings xplode

Got it?

Thought so

Never blind but senseless

in the ever seeing darkness

we stumble through nothing

From the hammering

caress of a doubt like a cloud

on the frown of a sincere mind

we rise into a dawn of questionings

Am I dreaming a mare called reality?

Or is this just a pessimist partiality?

And why is the simple breath so much brighter?

The quality of any answer

is not to be judged

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A question born in the alps
from the winds under the wings
of an alpine chough

A question oscillating
in the feathered dance of her approach
in the sparkling of her eyes
the shimmering of her beak

Punctured by cries

How do we interact with the many forms of life?

Are we just babbling or do we truly communicate?

How do we relate?

And how, how do we listen?

Which way shall it be?

And an answer is

diving by
gliding down

turning into the wind

circling in the upcurrent
higher and higher

and gone

_The meeting with the beautiful yellow-billed chough took place during the descent from mount Schinder on the Tyrolean-Bavarian border on June 6th 2015.

Thursday, 4th of June. Protests against G7 and all the hypercapitalist hubris that comes with it. Munich, Bavaria, Germany.

A leftist newspaper titles a section: “Rowdies desperately wanted”. Riotpolice stand idle in the shades of trees, like tiger watching lambs. But, against all the tales from the interior ministry, happily lapped up by the simply-not-minding-to-get-out-and-do-their-job-in-an-investigative-manner media, there are no bad sheep on these streets.

There are old men and old women in traditional dresses, there are parents with children, children with parents, boyz n girls, there are many young people, costumes, elaborate constructions, small cardboards, there are voices, many many different voices.

And they feel that they will be heard, even without shouting.

Why?

Because we are many and we are creative.

Because we are combining so many small fights into this big battle.

Because we do it without fuss, hate or violence.

G7 confronts us directly with our system of consumption, hierarchical domination and international politricks.

With 7 bullies thinking to rule the world due to a mixture of colonial legacy, imperial primacy and a perspective on the country that is merely economical in its exploitative capitalist way of measuring. Otherwise, these would not be the seven greatest.

But it is them. It is our democratically elected leaders behaving like kings and queens of the world. The greed for endless growth combined with the fear of loosing an election every four years, what a bad coupling. We can imagine better forms.

And we are here to say ¡STOP!. Stop the confluence of big business with big politics. These politricks are just not good enough for us. You “don’t sell our democracy”.

There marches a joke and the joke starts like this:
“7 Bullies walk into a German castle…”

and ends in creativity, exchanges of ideas, fundraising, good vibes and a lot of understanding. There is a high sensitivity that the problem is enormous, that we must act now and that we have to cover all of the problems.

That we have to work on it from every side and every corner at the same time. Inside, outside, all along, far and wide. Because people are dying right now in deserts and on seas because of this senseless greed.

So this is what we ask for. Peace. A world with less greed and more love: “Kill the greed – Love is all we need”.

When evening comes, the sunny protests are done.

The Isar continues to flow like a wild/tame river, renaturalized, meandering through Munich.

Sun sets. It feels like everything is gonna be alright.

Hope is alight *

I feel lucky.

I had been invited to read in the Artist’s Panel of the Images of Identity conference in Zürich. For a title of my picture-poetry combination I chose “Images for the I”.

The reading took place on Saturday, 31st January 2015 in the Aula of the University Zürich.

That means that I read in an aula where Winston Churchill once spoke to the European youth about the United States of Europe rising from the ashes of WWII (“Therefore I say to you let Europe arise”). So much for a historic place.

Not a bad place for my first reading of English-poems-only, wouldn’t you agree?

I read, among others, my old favourite: “Blue yet defining“.

And I read unpublished new ones like “Pictures of past masques”, whose beginning I’d like to cite here, followed by a photo of the projected picture that goes with it:

Pictures of past masques

Observing former masks

standing there smiling

at you

from photographic paper

aging with pride

Sooner or later we have to ask ourselves

if this really is the same two-letter persona

m e = me?

Or

is this merely a manifest of a moment

a pamphlet for a whole life

a banner on the climax

a looming goodbye

a sad farewell

to youth

to good times

to life

?

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I feel lucky and thankful. This life is full of presents. We may accept ours.