TRANSFORM // THOSE AWKWARD // THINGS YOU DID // INTO POETRY You can see him clearly, the rickety prince ..... Volker Buchgraber, shaking his head with a sigh. What has he caught himself up in again? He finds himself in a spiral of shame (,Gullet"), nihilistic hopelessness (,I let myself go"), fear (,Expiring Dates") and panic (,Dating my Faintess"). You can't really choose what keeps you up at night. What can one still hold onto in life anyway? Perhaps to that classic fantasy, those less lost like to believe that everything is going to be all right. Even a chronic misanthrope must eventually find peace (,I'll Find Rest") or at least a like- minded soul (,Whale of My Kind", ,Fragile Soul/ Heavy Heart"). In those few light moments between homeopathic ... read more