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Vor dem Gesetz:


But the gatekeeper says that he cannot grant him entry at the moment. The man thinks about it and then asks if he will be allowed to come in later on. “It is possible,” says the gatekeeper, “but not now” . . .

. . . he laughs and says: “If it tempts you so much, try it in spite of my prohibition. But take note: I am powerful. And I am only the most lowly gatekeeper. But from room to room stand gatekeepers, each more powerful than the other. I can’t endure even one glimpse of the third” . . .

. . . he decides that it would be better to wait until he gets permission to go inside. The gatekeeper gives him a stool and allows him to sit down at the side in front of the gate. There he sits for days and years. He makes many attempts to be let in, and he wears the gatekeeper out with his requests. The gatekeeper often interrogates him briefly, questioning him about his homeland and many other things, but they are indifferent questions, the kind great men put, and at the end he always tells him once more that he cannot let him inside yet. The man, who has equipped himself with many things for his journey, spends everything, no matter how valuable, to win over the gatekeeper.


K.:

He wanted to follow and know—
the coachman’s insistence enticing—
but he knew nothing of horses . . .

But your . . . your knowledge
is no credential here.
Just take this broom and
this badge. Attach

your deft hands.
“Your tongue is nothing,”
is on your tongue—but

becomes a laugh.
You let yourself go,
because his strength is
behind the gate.

(Recursive images of wood, like fingers, meeting with the wall and other hands—cupping objects of clarity, like figures reading with no speech.)

Her speech, almost painful, is intensified by its silence. Kneeling before age, not sermon, you hear only murmurs, “but what she said”

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from Sobereyed, released February 16, 2018
Engelmann: Guitar, Fender Rhodes
Mishra: Bass, Korg MS2000
Nelson: Electric and slide guitar, vocals
Ramaswamy: Drums

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Straya Minneapolis, Minnesota

Minneapolis progressive/post-metal group. Sobereyed out everywhere via Chain Letter Collective.

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