CARTE BLANCHE
KATHARINA SCHULTENS HUNTING LIBRARIANS venerated Librarians Stabilising The Multiverse I have a question for you: how do I surrender resign and abstain from evil a.k.a. everything? my teeny baby smells like peanut butter my teenage baby turned into a tiger, brought his cage, and set it up himself. on her first visit, the fairy queen annihilated three eggs that would have been babies. on the second she kept all of her eggs in one basket. on the third she missed out, big time. none of my babies, dead or alive, are at fault when it comes to Why Am I So Tired. Why Am I So Tired grows as a vine from All This Shit. my babies keep me grounded. they keep me in the ground. my babies are not at fault, nor is the ground. my thoughts are trees, stunted, overgrown with vines I cannot let them grow ’cause I Am Out Of Time. wherever you put down roots it’s the ground that shapes your mind and your heart will Pay For It. so I’ll just stay in a forest, ok? there’s nobody else and I’ll never be a bird again. yes I will. woodpeckish for branches, my babies’ limbs. The Multiverse will produce a haiku featuring my babies, their pale bare limbs plus my beak so Harsh and Fierce. I will keep this inside. I will stay under fir trees a girl called Eufinger will hold my hand forever and tell me Leviathan Will Come For Us. I’ll never leave those shadows under the fir trees everyone here is polishing their invisible golden cufflinks squads are fastening their gear, hitching their pitons into the House, its white marble walls – sporting stars and stripes and beards and bones and guns, smashing the capitol. my babies don’t like yells, especially those that are male in origin. I’ll try to surrender I will abstain from… what? becoming resigned? (2021, English version 2022)
