My limbs break into the silence
a teacher talks spiritual li(n)es
in the distance a Kazakh radio is wind
transmitting
dreams of tomorrow's
nightmares
I can't believe my limbs
are part of me - and a painter weeps from excess
the oceanic marvel of love
which is an overused word
vanishes
into the sleep haze
I would draw beach huts
sun tents and
sand mirrors, I would
see a stratospheric lady of satori
letting go of
golden balloons
in the sunrays
I would
collect wind
into coffee cups
hearing it sing
of seashells, hey
oceanic marvel!
where is your teacher now
learning to write complicated scenarios
while life happens suddenly
over bridges of death
it weaves horrid blazes
rainbows waterfalls and seagulls
we light colored lanterns
and pour them into sky
sky
is breaking into the silence (with me)
and my limbs are rendered useless
by the new coming race
of
ghosts
A.J. Kaufmann—wandering bard of Poznań, sonic druid of the cassette realm. Born under a vinyl moon during a lo-fi storm, raised by spectral mixtapes and surreal dreams. He’s conjured 200+ albums while debating invisible muses and sipping metaphor tea. Writes like a mystic, sings like a caffeinated oracle. May or may not be part mushroom. Proceed with headphones.
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- Säure Adler
- STONED GYPSY WANDERER Vinyl
- SÄURE ADLER Vinyl
- "Bard's Woman in the Cool of the Summer Breeze" CD
- Fairyport Convent
- Gita Ra
- The Yellow Blackness
- Psychedelic Mayhem
- Bezkwit
- Interview 2024
- A.J. Kaufmann Interview by Dave Bixby
- Interview 2022
- Interview 2021
- Review: A.J. Kaufmann 'Fairyport Convent' - The Sleeping Shaman
- Reviews | Säure Adler - The Quietus
- Adam Majdecki-Janicki
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