tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-175388502024-03-14T09:41:18.185+01:00Clarity & ChaosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-20665154842740851422013-06-12T13:14:00.004+02:002013-06-12T13:14:50.054+02:00All the Fun at Tumblr. Turns out, keeping this blog updated didn't happen. For the time being, I feel more comforable blogging at <a href="http://clarityandchaos.tumblr.com/">clarityandchaos.tumblr.com</a>. My poetry still is at <a href="http://christophschumacher.blogspot.com/">christophschumacher.blogspot.com</a> - there even is a new one!<br />
See you around.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-15061370430930214982012-05-29T13:58:00.002+02:002012-05-29T13:58:47.912+02:00My Poetry Has Moved! And More ChangesFor quite some time now, it bugged me that my poetry site (this one) and my pop culture/politics/etc blog used the same title: Clarity & Chaos and <a href="http://clarityandchaos.tumblr.com/">clarity + chaos</a>, respectively.<br />
<br />
Since my band <a href="https://www.facebook.com/bangboomhills">Union Hills</a> finally called it quits on Saturday and I now want to embark on adventures on my own, writing and - some time in the not so far future, hopefully - producing music to my texts, I decided to change this situation by - for the first time ever - publishing under my 'real name.' I know! Just like a real author! So may I proudly present: <a href="http://christophschumacher.blogspot.com/">christophschumacher.blogspot.com</a>!<br />
<br />
But this doesn't mean the death of this blog! I'm also not satisfied with the mix of longer, more original writing on feminism, pop culture and politics on my tumblr. So that content is moving back here! And the tumblr will be the site for links, findings, pretty pictures etc.<br /><br />Confusing! I know! But fun! I promise!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-45763494012431076932012-04-15T16:09:00.001+02:002012-04-15T16:52:32.030+02:00Crisis at Starbucks<br />
Hand in hand they<br />
lost each other<br />
between sips of foam<br />
and swirls of caramel.<br />
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
When they met, they<br />
had to choose between<br />
food and Foucault.<br />
</blockquote>
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
They'd both been<br />
unhappy in happy relationships and<br />
happy in unhappy relationships.</blockquote>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
They joined forces,<br />
became allies.<br />
Countless days<br />
and even more nights,<br />
afternoon walks and<br />
midnight fights.<br />
Distributed clothes and utensils<br />
in their cabins<br />
until they found a home. </blockquote>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
A home.</blockquote>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
But between quiche forms and<br />
high thread count bed sheets<br />
they stopped talking.<br />
Osmosis replaced communication.</blockquote>
<br />
<blockquote class="tr_bq">
So they went where<br />modern campaigns started.<br />To end it. To talk.</blockquote>
They took a final sip,<br />
licked foam<br />
off their lips,<br />
opened their mouths<br />
and -<br />
<br />
"I'm claiming the right to be unhappy."<br />
<br />
They smiled. And it all came back.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-39089282508922756002012-03-29T14:11:00.000+02:002012-03-29T14:11:31.855+02:00One Bench.One old couple<br />
holding hands<br />
on the park bench where<br />
you kissed me for the first time<br />
- carefully -<br />
not spilling a drop<br />
of the coffee I bought.<br />
<br />
Chinese hipsters pass by<br />
the old couple<br />
sneers together<br />
like they've done<br />
for years<br />
and will for<br />
one more.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-20183078411178498942012-03-29T14:03:00.001+02:002012-03-29T14:03:10.015+02:00Too.The<br />
too slow walk of the<br />
too young man -<br />
<br />
too alone with his<br />
too long beard framing his<br />
too old face, his<br />
too battered coat and<br />
too worn out shoes, pulling a<br />
too small cart<br />
too full with<br />
too many bags with<br />
too few bottles -<br />
<br />
reminds me that I -<br />
<br />
too<br />
<br />
- could be that man.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-22252151242490159262012-02-11T20:10:00.000+01:002012-02-11T20:10:46.007+01:00Just Like This.On a night<br />
just like this<br />
In a place<br />
just like this<br />
Nothing special<br />
happened<br />
And it was just<br />
fine.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-83673818404280013562012-02-02T17:27:00.001+01:002012-02-02T17:27:18.914+01:00The Man on the Corner"The wind is the worst"<br />
he nodded<br />
barely holding on.<br />
<br />
"but I'm used to the cold."<br />
Snot freezes in his beard.<br />
<br />
No one buys newspapers anymore.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-37501561608032410272011-12-16T18:26:00.001+01:002011-12-16T18:32:28.444+01:00Not For YouThis song is not for you.<br />
This beat is not for you.<br />
This beer is not for you.<br />
This laugh is not for you.<br />
This dance is not for you.<br />
This drink is not for you.<br />
This street is not for you.<br />
This house is not for you.<br />
This kitchen is not for you.<br />
These friends are not for you.<br />
This room is not for you.<br />
This bed is not for you.<br />
This body is not for you.<br />
- waking up your smile meets hers and you know:<br />
This night was all about you.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-57644557048989727592011-11-27T17:12:00.001+01:002011-11-27T17:14:25.156+01:00SwirlOut of a<br />
swirl of voices<br />
near and far,<br />
abstract and crystal clear,<br />
of joy, anger and<br />
futility<br />
a vague image develops:<br />
Your mind.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-34869275944192957652011-10-07T19:51:00.000+02:002011-10-07T19:51:23.484+02:00ICE<br />
<br />
tracks tracks tracks<br />
tree!<br />
tracks tracks tracks<br />
tree!<br />
tracks tracks tracks<br />
tree!<br />
<br />
suits racing<br />
along tracks<br />
<br />
work work work<br />
free!<br />
work work work<br />
free!<br />
work work work<br />
free!<br />
<br />
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<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
dig trenches </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
through markets</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
buy buy buy</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
see!</div>
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buy buy buy</div>
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see!</div>
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buy buy buy</div>
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see!</div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
<br /></div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
like a deer </div>
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">
in headlights</div>
<br />
<br />
<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-26863495586511345172011-10-05T17:11:00.000+02:002011-10-05T17:11:19.957+02:00Heaps of GlassLate September<br />
wasps<br />
parading around<br />
the remnants of<br />
summer's eve<br />
<br />
Heaps and heaps<br />
of glass<br />
red wine<br />
trickling down into<br />
autumn dayAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-65301562366574517372011-09-30T16:55:00.001+02:002011-09-30T16:55:54.975+02:00D."C'mere, baby,<br />
let me tell you how it is"<br />
he said,<br />
words spilling from<br />
his mouth<br />
like fishnets;<br />
his lap a<br />
landscape of regret,<br />
reeking of a<br />
stale, undead age.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-3493446752114563132011-09-24T13:01:00.000+02:002011-09-24T13:01:42.040+02:00Bad InfluenceEvery time I start to<br />
think<br />
I feel like I need a<br />
drink<br />
Maybe I should stop to read<br />
Bukowski.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-74797708096085439242011-09-24T11:45:00.000+02:002011-09-24T11:45:42.307+02:00Missed Connection.Couldn't hear you<br />
on the radio.<br />
So I came out<br />
to play.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-50963603738801179952011-09-24T11:33:00.003+02:002011-09-24T11:33:54.958+02:00Clarity & Chaos on facebookThis little blog of mine now has a<a href="https://www.facebook.com/clarityandchaos"> facebook page</a>. I hope you like it - I do.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-62506301933550542872011-09-23T13:05:00.000+02:002011-09-23T13:05:20.404+02:00DareAsh fell<br />
on the<br />
D.A.R.E. sticker<br />
on his<br />
desk.<br />
<br />
"Those were the days."<br />
he thought<br />
and coughed.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-89011758969479949842011-09-22T12:24:00.000+02:002011-09-22T12:24:39.411+02:00Troy.Once<br />
you stuffed them<br />
into ships and huts<br />
Reaping the<br />
fruits of their labor<br />
Denying them humanity.<br />
<br />
Now<br />
you stuff them<br />
into blocks and jails<br />
Reaping the<br />
fruits of their labor<br />
Denying them clemency.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-87083956622940636142011-09-21T14:40:00.000+02:002011-09-21T14:40:29.125+02:00A Dream.Once I dreamt<br />
of Jonathan Franzen.<br />
We shared a sweater<br />
and a cigarette.<br />
Before I asked him<br />
how to write<br />
I finished my drink<br />
and woke up.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-87754384885184250102011-09-21T14:30:00.000+02:002011-09-21T14:30:57.234+02:00Growing Up.I was a father once<br />
had silver-gray hair<br />
<br />
then<br />
<br />
I became a child<br />
and finally knew<br />
everything I would ever need.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-88641215223363497242011-09-21T14:05:00.000+02:002011-09-21T14:05:48.874+02:00Breaking Beds<br />
<div style="background-color: transparent;">
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.9705037812236696" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we wrecked a </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">bed</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">in youthful </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">wrecklessness</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">from the backseat</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">of our fathers’ car</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to the back of the </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">bus</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">ten minutes</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to downtown </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">was enough</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">other kids’ stupor</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">(turning into an</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">adults stigma)</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">never caught on</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">to us</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">your parents’ basement</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a practice field</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">tests without results</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we painted our story</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">with all the colors</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we could</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">find</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Our world held</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">together</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">by three words</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">and a </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">hair slide</span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We joined in </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">fearless talk of a </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">non-combatant </span><br /><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">future</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-26345677193251894952011-09-12T15:54:00.000+02:002011-09-12T15:54:49.018+02:00Dilemma.I want to see people<br />
and I want to see lights<br />
and I want to stay in.<br />
<br />
The pleasure, the privilege<br />
in a room<br />
keeping me safe.<br />
<br />
I want to experience<br />
but I<br />
can't stand experiencing<br />
<br />
the hideousness that<br />
lurks around every<br />
corner<br />
<br />
So I am<br />
cornered in the<br />
four corners.<br />
<br />
All that is left<br />
to see<br />
is on a screen.<br />
The light that never goes out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-48211479160425537582011-08-16T19:36:00.001+02:002011-08-16T19:41:51.097+02:00All That Is Left.That moment<br />
when you realize<br />
<br />
all you remember<br />
is the way it ended<br />
<br />
the thrill of the first kiss<br />
that first hand on<br />
your hip<br />
<br />
replaced by<br />
<br />
a goodbye kiss<br />
and a shrug<br />
between your house<br />
and the stars.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-7868266481484805562011-07-29T17:44:00.001+02:002011-07-29T17:51:53.306+02:00Commune.We wanted to<br />
smash the system<br />
but ended up<br />
smashed<br />
drowning in sips<br />
of sorrow<br />
as revolutionary as<br />
a clean kitchen<br />
with heavy hearts<br />
and averted eyes<br />
renewing subscriptions<br />
for the causeAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-63103054063703282702011-07-27T20:03:00.000+02:002011-07-27T20:03:13.230+02:00MorningYou wake up in<br />
a stale room void of<br />
the smiles and cries that<br />
lingered too long and left<br />
too soon.<br />
<br />
Between empty bottles<br />
and boiling coffee<br />
you embrace the glaring<br />
memories pounding in<br />
your head.<br />
<br />
You slowly return from<br />
the depths of night and<br />
brace yourself for<br />
another one.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17538850.post-37135289782711465172011-07-19T19:53:00.000+02:002011-07-19T19:53:18.585+02:00NotebookEngulfed by words<br />
buried deep in my notebook.<br />
<br />
Sweet noise on my<br />
headphones disassembling<br />
the world around me.<br />
<br />
The only way<br />
to deal with<br />
reality<br />
is to create anew<br />
and pretend it is<br />
your own,Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09479131816723518377noreply@blogger.com0