On the slow train time does not interfere & at the Arabian crossing waits White Heap, the man from the newspaper & behind him the hundred Inevitables made of solid rock & stone -- the
Cream Judge & the Clown -- the doll house where Savage Rose & Fixable live simply in their wild animal luxury ... Autumn, with two zeros above her nose arguing over the sun being dark or Bach
is as famous as its commotion & that she herself -- not Orpheus -- is the logical poet "I am the logical poet!" she screams "Spring? Spring is only the beginning!" she attempts to make
Cream Judge jealous by telling him of down-to-earth people & while the universe is erupting, she points to the slow train & prays for rain & time to interfere -- she is not extremely
fat but rather progressively unhappy ... the hundred Inevitables hide their predictions & go to bars & drink & get drunk in their very special conscious way & when tom dooley, the kind of person you think you've seen before, comes strolling in with White Heap, the hundred Inevitables all say "who's that man who looks so
white?" & the bartender, a good boy & one who keeps a buffalo in his mind, says "I don't know, but I'm sure I've seen the other fellow someplace" & when Paul Sargent, a plainclothes man
from 4th street, comes in at three in the morning & busts everybody for being incredible, nobody really gets angry -- just a little illiterate most people get & Rome, one of the hundred
Inevitables whispers "I told you so" to Madam John ... Savage Rose & Fixable are bravely blowing kisses to the Jade Hexagram -- Carnaby Street & to all the mysterious juveniles & the Cream Judge is writing a book on the true meaning of the pear -- last year, he wrote one on famous dogs of the civil war & now he has false teeth & no children ... when the Cream met Savage Rose & Fixable, he was introduced to them by none other than Lifelessness -- Lifelessness is the Great Enemy & always wears a hip guard -- he is very hipguard -- Lifelessness said when introducing everybody "go save the world" & "involvement! that's the issue" & things like that & Savage Rose winked at Fixable & the Cream went off with his arm in a sling singing "summertime & the living is easy" ... the Clown appears -- puts a gag over Autumn's mouth & says "there are two kinds of people -- simple people & normal people"
this usually gets a big laugh from the sandpit & White Heap sneezes -- passes out & rips open Autumn's gat & says "What do you mean you're Autumn and without you there'd be no spring! you
fool! without spring, there'd be no you! what do you think of that??" then Savage Rose & Fixable come by & kick him in the brains & color him pink for being a phony philosopher -- then the Clown comes by and screens "You phony philosopher!" & jumps on his head -- Paul Sargent comes by again in an umpire's suit & some college kid who's read all about Nietzsche comes by & says "Nietzsche never wore an umpire's suit" & Paul says "You wanna buy some clothes, kid?" & then Rome & John come out of the bar & they're going up to Harlem ... we are singing today of the WIPEOUT GANG -- the WIPEOUT GANG buys, owns & operates the Insanity Factory -- if you do not know where the Insanity Factory is located, you should hereby take two steps to the right, paint your teeth & go to sleep ... the songs on this specific record are not so much songs but rather exercies in tonal breath control ... the subject matter -- though meaningless as it is -- has something to do with the beautiful strangers ... the beautiful strangers, Vivaldi's green jacket & the holy slow train
you are right john cohen -- quazimodo was right -- mozart was right ... I cannot say the word eye anymore ... when I speak this word eye, it is as if I am speaking of somebody's eye that I faintly
remember ... there is no eye -- there is only a series of mouths -- long live the mouths -- your rooftop -- if you don't already know -- has been demolished ... eye is plasma & you are right about that too -- you are lucky -- you don't have to think about such things as eyes & rooftops & quazimodo.
i'm standin' there watching the parade/
feeling combination of sleepy john estes.
jayne mansfield. humphrey bogart/
mortimer snert. murph the surf and so forth/
erotic hitchhiker wearing japanese
blanket. gets my attention by asking didn't
he see me at this hootenanny down in
puerto vallarta, mexico/ i say no you must
be mistaken. i happen to be one of the
Supremes/then he rips off his blanket
an' suddenly becomes a middle-aged druggist.
up for district attorney. he starts screaming
at me you're the one. you're the one
that's been causing all them riots over in
vietnam. immediately turns t' a bunch of
people an' says if elected, he'll have me
electrocuted publicly on the next fourth
of july. i look around an' all these people
he's talking to are carrying blowtorches/
nice quiet country. am standing there writing
WHAAAT? on my favorite wall when who should
pass by in a jet plane but my recording
engineer "i'm here t' pick up you and your
latest works of art. do you need any help
with anything?"
( pause )
my songs're written with the kettledrum
in mind/a touch of any anxious color.
unmentionable. obvious. an' people perhaps
like a soft brazilian singer...i have
given up at making any attempt at perfection/
the fact that the white house is filled with
leaders that've never been t' the apollo
theater amazes me. why allen ginsberg was
not chosen t' read poetry at the inauguration
boggles my mind/ if someone things norman mailer
is more important than hank williams,
that's fine. i have no arguments an' i
never drink milk. i would rather model
harmonica holders than discuss aztec anthropology/
english literature. or history of the united nations.
i accept chaos. i am not sure whether
it accepts me. i know there're some people terrified
of the bomb. but there are other people terrified
t' be seen carrying a modern screen magazine.
experience teaches that silence terrifies people
the most... i am convinced that all souls have
some superior t' deal with/ like the school
system, an invisible circle of which no one
can think without consulting someone/ in the
face of this, responsibility/security. success
t' be bach. mozart. tolstoy. joe hill. gertrude stein
or james dean / they are all dead. the
Great books've been written. the Great sayings
have all been said/ I am about t' sketch You
a picture of what goes on around here sometimes.
though I don't understand too well
myself what's really happening. i do know
that we're all gonna die someday an' that no
death has ever stopped the world. my poems
are written in a rhythm of unpoetic distortion/
divided by pierced ears. false eyelashes/subtracted
by people constantly torturing each
other. with a melodic purring line of descriptive
hollowness -- seen at times through dark sunglasses
an' other forms of psychic explosion. a song is
anything that can walk by itself/ i am called
a songwriter. a poem is a naked person...some
people say that i am a poet
( end of pause )
an' so i answer my recording engineer
"yes. well i could use some help in getting
this wall in the plane"
Alternatives to College
retreat by dawn but love this bed -- this cult -- this wolf & cell of smelling
mouth -- tongue in hand & faint little lord, the bounty hunter playing
flute & you, the younger, playing the tramp...one pale virgin with a
plastic hammer FLASH & the cardboard bird & thousand teachers
looking for Tibet & mathematics -- they, constipated, moving slowly,
bulky across the constipation ... this virgin eats her hammer & holy
mackerel she's a college girl -- the pokypine attacking Down with
Breath & she's killed by a flying tooth -- bounty hunter now reincarnated
into a fire hydrant -- he sleeps on your dog -- neath your window --
Phoenix rising -- he say, "God'll save the moon" & using this dawn for a
blanket you part with sleep & accept this tomb -- this want of Recollection
& reward & the star gazer making petty fun of the farmer, the angel, the
generous cowboy & your father who is just another person...
welcome this notorious moment wearing the robe & blindfold -- smile &
let mad doctor sell his technicolor wigs to Maid Marian & you passing to
dream with voices down the window but say farewell to health, fake laws,
maturity & the visible imbecile becoming randolph ... enter with your
sponge & friends & wave good-bye to gramma
Lover, she moves like the seasons -- she doesn't fight the clock -- her
strength is in her weakness & that is why she is my lover... Penrod
Cain -- they offend themselves & take responsibility they have no right to
take & leading others' lives, they lose their own & break their thumbs &
dwell in madness & define this madness as success & they follow
BLASPHEMY & touch of goodness exit -- cutting out the eyes of lambs &
hanging in the evil hallway -- the dead shepherd in the closet ... the
only floor, a floor of sound BLASPHEMY it leads them ... Lover, she
knows better & doesn't fall for MATRON GIFTS disguised as book &
proper
hitchhiking with the as mask on & thumbing the queens, the paul reveres
& meet Nick the Nail for he exists & he's real like Sing Sing &
snowplows in the sewer ... Sunday comes & the old maid -- but are
you joking -- she's just twenty-two & her name is Nancy or Peggy or
Brunella & she squats in a cornfield & weaving brooms from roses, she
reeks of heroes & paints her face the color of Custer's last massacre -- she
peeks from tanks & repeats herself -- she stays away from the merry-go-round
& you must love her too / she lives in armor & prejudice ... she
is frightened of the clowns & may God have mercy on her soul -- may her
pupils grow trees from their ears & shout about the eclipse, whimpers
from the farm girls & the counter revolutionary crucifixion & damn the
saints & make a profit the vandal from his gamut & baby cupid, the
roustabout forcing you to store away velvet bonnet of barbarian funnel &
drinking & drinking until pay day & graduation & Sunday coming &
going just like Monday & some other people ... throbbing & to the
pendulum strapped 'til Christmas may these teachers of the shade be rot
for committing the problems of past & future & omitting the weather, the
drunken eagle & the holy present ... Sunday being prisoner of the
castle sleeping on & Nancy or Peggy or Brunella -- she turning into
twenty-three & you concluding that even gas masks can be worn in
freedom, but who are you really talking & thinking about when you
discuss your destiny? your problem? your freedom? ... Sphinx & the
tango partner, her professor busy writing a book about the bums, sit like
wallflowers & you being taught by Felix the Cat & how dare you have the
nerve to pass! how dare you search for pain! for self pity! for decisions!
Aunt Fang from the witch-hunt, her left jab weakened -- the flame in
her arm & poor potbrain Shakespeare, a wire for his halo ... hand in
hand, they whisper of cannibals & the poet & I WISH I WAS JAYNE
MANSFIELD/STANDING ON THE MOON / I'D ORDER ME A
LEPRECHAUN / & SHOOT YOU WITH MY SPOON / while White Stoveman
with earrings that jingle from his toes & who sings of Hiroshima &
Tokyo & Hollywood happenings pulls out his leaflets, his plum & I WISH
I WAS A DIPLOMAT / NOT A DOORMAT OR A MOVIE / I'D BURN MY
OFFICE OFF THE EARTH / & MAKE THE WORLD MORE GROOVY / & ho
ho ho amazing & get two corsets free with each butter sandwich & Plato
with his flask of verbs building his buildings on ground where there is
no ground at all & his mother in the tower wringing her head &
moaning & oh great screech of help! & crippled mermaid singing &
listen that's her singing now & she meows too ... (1) get yourself a
harness. be avant garde. eat lots of mushrooms & end up as a country
music expert (2) get yourself a torn calendar, some leftover birthday
cake. buy a flagpole & you will indeed wind up as a good librarian (3)
steal a pink rake. carry a burnt balloon. wash your neck with egg yolk &
if you don't find yourself a successful plantation owner within a matter of
time, then something is wrong ... on & on & on sweet mermaid she
sings of ideals, different formulas & wild cookbooks / dark Scary, the
weeper at the drop of anybody's hat but his, sentimental -- sentimental
like the shock patient who recalls his refrigerator with a slight tear &
Right Lie, himself being whipped to death by a pigtail -- both of them
right now being pasteurized in a quart of milk & Gimmick hailing the
armies of intelligence, Jerry Lewis & used french fries ... all right
then, if you must go, go with the jack of spades, the honky tonk lady &
take care of the woman at the well -- for kicks, see with your third eye &
dream of being mr. deserted fox but dont depend on him. dont use him.
dont count on him
yonder at your funeral, you will see this pauper -- dressed like your
face, he will have a wedding present for you -- it will be a mirror & in it,
you will see the world as it sees you ... behind this mirror there will
be a common worker looking like Little Lulu. he'll be teaching a boy
scout the Ten Commandments & if you run from the mirror, they will
both seize you & take you with them to the desert. they will stick a
fishing pole in your hand & immediately tell you of backaches, Buicks,
senate seats & ant poison -- forks & knives -- Stork, the magic gladiator
will appear from a trunk locker & say he brought you here & now he
wants to collect & you saying "no no i'm a student! i'm a student of life!" &
him saying "i'll give you a student of life! yuh just better pay up yuh dig,
i'm the stork, yuh dig?" SHAZAAAAM & the might mirror cracking &
you seeing yourself oh you can't believe it & you're vanishing -- the boy
scout saying "fish! fish!" & you saying "help me, common worker!" & the
common worker saying "call me C. W. yuh dig?" & you saying "owee
strange & tell me what's happening!" -- Bull Flipt, the way out method
actor who sleeps in peanuts to get the feel of being a hog & Sabu Jones
coming out of the subway & he say "now what's so important about being
a hog & gimme some of those peanuts -- I gotta go hunt me some tiger
today Baby!" & the geese charging -- thinking they're scarecrows & you
seeking goats in the midst of novelists who eat shot glasses -- write books
about other people's masters -- each one in a mustache & wishing he was
Frank Buck & you getting rather salty & everything begins & is forming
into one Great big strangle-shape & the corpse, the voice -- the struggle &
you saying "is it true that children who die at birth really have
committed suicide?" but there's nobody to ask ... forget these
delusions find your opposite -- be like Jonah -- go deep & there will be
no pauper at your ceremony ... be him civilian -- disciple or
bellydancer ... long live catastrophy
Josie & the hermit, King of the Blues -- ragged at the motel -- a wheel
being invented in the barn & here come the innkeeper with bars from the
window ... Lady Chance & Superstition, the cleaning woman -- she
holler fresh quarters f' sale & Ritz Deaf paying all he has to get into this
dungeon & he cant even hear ... blank stares, caves & the in-crowd
grinning & banners with little bo peep -- simple simon & her come
Standing Room Only ... he's wearing a sucker & conning for better or
worse -- he's blowing the toot toot -- Gigantic Push & the gingerbread
sergeant growls & dies & the low rank gobble up the pieces & then they
die from poison groin -- malnutrition & thinking they're too smart & you
with the dice & forever uniform ... receiving some degree & while
giving it to your wall, somebody steals your enemy -- your pride -- your
existence -- your chum, Slop, leaving you to the dogs & defenders of
mankind -- ghost of Einstein like the raven & Miss Prune the Terror.,
trying to convince you that there was no edgar allan poe & then you
straightening the tie that either Eileen or Punk Roger gave you for
pennies on the brain & saying "take me to your leader for change! i'm
sick of these vincent price people!" ... Homer on the gallows -- his feet
swollen & you wondering why there is no eternity & that you make your
own eternity & why there is no music & that you make your own music
& where there are no alternatives & that you make your own alternatives
English
Dinglisch
Schwindlisch
Nieder!
Nieder!
NIEDER!
Heil Discordia!
IP GNEENY PFNERG!!
IP GNEENY PFNEREG!
AAAARRRRGHH!!! UUNNNGHH! UUU!
PFNERG!
PFNERG!
IP GNEENY!!! AAAARRRGGHHH!!! GAAAAAHHHH!!!!
MEIN PFNERG IST WEEEEEEEEEEEEG!!!! SIE WAR NIE MEIN PFNERG!!!! (oder?)
GAAAAAHHHHH!!!! AARRGGHHH!! GAAAHHHH!!! UNNGGGHHH!!!! AAAAAAHHHH!!! AAAARRRRGGHHH!!!
PFNERG! PFNERG! PFNERG! PFNERG! PFNERG! PFNERG!
IP GNEENY PFNERG!!!!!!
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beuerchen
(Bäuerchen!?)
hallo alexander
nicht bäuerchen =(kleiner bauer)
sondern beuerchen =( kindlicher rülpser)
Ist das nicht dasselbe?
Sich aufführen wie ein Bauer -> rülpsen -> Bäuerchen.
kommt auf die betrachtungsweise an
wäre aber sicher interessant sich genauer damit zu befassen
es sei denn man findet dass das baby beuerchen was bauernhaftes an sich hat.
'Beuerchen' ist Deines Erachtens die Verniedlichungsform ... wovon? ;-)
Hallo haben sie zufällig das eu im Dada gesehen?
Hallo Herr Duden Virchow,
habe in den gesammelten Schriften des heiligen DaDa nachgesehen. Beuerchen mit "eu" ist falsch.
So "daDuden".
So dadudenda
dadududandu
dodadendu
also hörmal
machmalzu.
Heil Eris!!!!!!!
Hallo Herr Duden Virchow,
Konrad reicht, Du.
*Bäuerchen mach*
Hoppladidapdidu!
Du Landfrau mit Braten und nicht ohne Röhre?
Excuse me folks, but I have a very puzzled looking goat here. Belong to any of you?
Eh, Everyone, perhaps zis goat, she belongs to us all, in a way, eh? Eh?
she belongs to us all
see her dance through
the meadow of morning
harvesting flowers of
love to share with those
who dare to receive
oh sad world!
so mournful
so afraid to accept
that which you need most!
receive the Flower!
see in her smiling eyes
the reflection of
LOVE
of the ONE Who sent her!
Yeah, it's the bible-loving, devil-stomping Kids' Club!!!!
Steven, be consumed and ravished and float on the cloud of JOY! See Who is coming! The One Who sent her! All will be well! Everything we've been told for years is wrong: Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels are not husband and wife. They are four unrelated people! HALLELUJAH!
Fuck the One who sent her and the donkey he rode in on! Und zat schmelly goat too!
I, on zee ozer hand, weeel continue to fuck women. Der Papst wird fortfahren, meinesgleichen deshalb fuer pervers zu halten. Wird fortfahren, goldne Buecher zu kuessen und Kruzifixe und seinesgleichen und Kinder und jeden moeglichen und alles moegliche aber keine Frauen, denn das waere pervers. Oy weh. Wenn er nur nicht so einen schoenen Vatikan besaesse, koennte ich den Papst leichter ignorieren.
so afraid to accept
that which you need most!
Tja, ich weiss nicht was die "mournful world" am meisten braucht -- ich aber brauche am meisten ein four-way im Vatikan mit Anna Nicole Smith und Kate Moss und einer Anderen, die fuers naechste anonym bleiben moechte. I accept, fearlessly, being greedily consumed, accept the blowjobs which I need. Then I sometimes need a nap or a shower.
I've always thought that Mr Bollinger's mundane nerdy exterior masked a seething maelstrom of carnal desires and animal sexuality.
(Damm, the elder wolves sold me to a traveling road show, so I know nothing of the wild.)
But, if you've had unprotected anal sex orgies with known junkies, it's good manners to impart that information to the woman you're about to fuck! Okay, I try to be adaptable, but I have at least one unbreakable principle: Do not feed mammals to arthropods.
Btw, I once got the dried penis of a Siberian husky and am still wondering what to do with it.
PSSSTT...Hey Buddy...Wanna Buy A Penis? Please E-Mail me directly with your credit card number. System operators are standing by.
Mr Bollinger's mundane nerdy exterior
??? I thought my online-persona was glamourous and breathtaking. I wasn't trying to mask my horny side. Oh well, live and learn.
Now that I think about it, I guess I haven't been very wild online. As a matter of fact, it was just a couple of days ago that I had my very first sexually explicit online chat. Took me totally by surprise. One minute I'm just playing chess (Hmmm... yeah, OK online chess is kinda nerdly, certainly the general conception of it is. And most of the world's best players are so nerdly they'd be shunned on the Microsoft campus.), the next minute my opponent is claiming to be a 17-year-old girl and saying she wants to shove her tits in my face. The next couple of hours, I admit it, were a lot of fun -- although I couldn't help but wonder who was really on the other end of the conversation. Was she really 17? Really 5' 8", 135, a fair-skinned Latino virgin with a C-cup who loved to flash her tits and have them sucked? Or a 6o-year-old man with a vivid imagination?
Real sex, it's true, is more dangerous, but it's also a lot easier to picture one's partner(s) when she or he or they are actually there performing actual nasty acts upon one, or for example pulling one's hair and shrieking while one performs upon her (bzw. him or them). I think I'll stick with real sex, even though it's dangerous and messy and overwhelming. Cyber-sex just doesn't smell the same.
PSSSTT...Hey Buddy...Wanna Buy A Penis?
No thanks, I ALREADY HAVE ONE.
(Vielleicht ist es wieder mal Zeit, wie ich schon haeufig gegen Anfang dieser Diskussion gemacht, einen der 'Klassiker' des Dadas zu zitieren. [Ich stelle mir vor, wie sehr es sie aergern und/oder beluestigen wuerde, zu wissen, 25 bis 75 Jahre nach ihrem Tod werden sie 'Klassiker' genannt.] Also -- )
Roehrensiedlung oder Gotik von Johannes Theodor Bargeld.}
Jazz, Jazzband, Bandwurm. Der Burschensaft thomasinischer Printengänger vel expressive Spekulatiusarchitekten ist bei der Renovierung seiner durchlaufend honorierten Arbeiten auf den Kriminalvorwurf No. 2333/1920 geh. gestoßen. Der Podrekt 2333/1920 geh. wurde am 15. Januar 11.30 vorm. persönlich durch den Komunalbaueleven moritz remond eingebacken und verhandelt die Besandung des Röhrensystems durch den Auflauf des Kölner Doms. Nachdem die philoporne Klingel des Bundes zu dem Podrekt durch Ansaugen von Gefrierhosen Stellung genommen, erklärt der außerhalb der Haftpflicht stechende Pornodidakt rauchlose erst die Einfühlung der Kommunalgotik als Abbau der Ehe und droht mit der Kommunalisierung seiner Frau. Während albert einstein und die Sozialistin auguste rodin Glückwunschtelegramme häkeln, sägt die Zentrale w/3 der Bewegung dada für das einjährig-freiwillige Diözesan-Derby einen Vergleich auf dem Boden der Röhrenarchitektur aus. Die Abstimmungsgebiete werden sich bestimmen lassen, ob die Gewölbeparteien des Eiffelturmes zu vergraben sind, der ein freigelegter Keller ist und den Verstimmungen des Betriebröhrengesetzentwurfes widerspricht. Der Kosmopolid leo seiwet hat seine Geliebte geheiratet. Das Jubelpaar hat sich an die Zentrale w/3 Abt. Röhrenarchitinktur mit dem Büttel gesandt, der durch Anbringen von Röhrenfarcaden an den Brandmauern und Häuserhintern seines Viertels dem Tag ein Psychoparallelepitaph setzt. Der Geheimurn "Stätteerweiterung" des Dada Maschke B.D.B. hat in den Bäumen des städt. Ziertierentwertungsverwalts (Nippes, Schiefersburgerweg 150-154, Tel. A4491) eine plananatomische Ornamentalwarte verrichtet. Das Institut beabsichtigt mit einer Aufzahl Entwachsungen, abnormer Haarungen, Kotsteinerungen und Perlbildungen am weiblichen Akt den Ornamentalkanon der Röhrenaphrotektur auszukauen. Das Kinoweilchen clever hasenfalter wird weite' wiede' von seinem Sohn begossen. hasenwalter ist durch Verführung des Dadaisten johann r. rubiner in der Röhrensiedlung Sylt mit seinem Sohn konstipiert worden. Als Folge des Januar-hochwassers sind die Vasen der Dadaistin rosala meerfeld geplatzt. Die Konsumentenvereinigung hat daher die Kanarisierung des Dezernentenwesens durch Harzer Roller beantragt. Trotzdem hat der Propagandist der Interjektion Prof. wilh. fachinger - bonn in studentischer Sitzung der Bonnendiplombeflissenen die expressionistische Ausmalung seiner Gattin verelendet. Das ergriffene Altarwerk "mein einzige Passion" wurde nachm. 3.15 vom Erzbischof Dr. schultze zweimal durch die Offizien des Domkapitels geweht. Der Satinist hans arp, Emissär des Internationalen Aktionsausschusses "D" hat der Nitte des Philatheleten Prof. leopold von schäler den amor intellektualis dei vertragen. Dagegen wird der verliebte Philathelet in seiner nächsten Puberkation seiner Nitte die Vorgüsse der Augustinischen Röhrensynthese geleisen. arp glaubt zu dem Ergebnis zu kommen, daß die Gotik eine erektive Vomations-erscheinung der Zahnfäule ist, und bereits eine Dränagedräsine mit Hilfe des Röhrensystems. Die Ortsnucke Zürich der dadaistischen Bewegung hat 920 deutsche Roßhaarzahnwürste an die rheinischen Commilitonen Sozial-Kompottstudierenden ausgeglichen. Wir sollen die Röhrenarchitektur an und in der Röhre. Röhrenbein. Pegoud steht Röhre. Die - anni - besant steht Röhre. Wieland Heartfield (aus dem Englischen unterschlagen von der Gesellschaft der Künste in Köln Ausgabe "A") steht Röhre. Steht Röhren! Collaborate! Stehröhre: Die Gotik ist der grimassierende Exhibitionalis der Klotzeier. Der Gotiker ist der Selbstmörder in Geschlechtsverkleidung. Collabor, Bohrrohr, die Harmröhre röhrt, rrrrrrumpfsdada.
(Besonders gut gefaellt mir "clever hasenfalter".)