{"id":10005,"date":"2007-12-31T20:29:31","date_gmt":"2007-12-31T19:29:31","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/inventory-2007\/"},"modified":"2007-12-31T20:29:31","modified_gmt":"2007-12-31T19:29:31","slug":"inventory-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dev.harald-bluechel.com\/en\/inventory-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Inventory.2007"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Inventory.2007<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong> <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>These are my clothes,<\/p>\n<p>These are my shoes,<\/p>\n<p>Here are my household appliances, cutlery and crockery.<\/p>\n<p>Here is my bed, my desk, my seating,<\/p>\n<p>These are my cupboards and shelves.<\/p>\n<p>These are my plants.<\/p>\n<p>These are my stereo systems, radios, playback and recording devices,<\/p>\n<p>These are my computers, hard disks and software licenses.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my files, tax returns, contracts, certificates and press archives,<\/p>\n<p>Here are my bank account, credit cards and ID cards.<\/p>\n<p>These are my records, audio and video cassettes, my CDs and DVDs.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my photos, posters, prints and pictures.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my books.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my letters.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my personal notes.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my mementos.<\/p>\n<p>This is my wing.<\/p>\n<p>Here is my piano.<\/p>\n<p>These are my electric pianos.<\/p>\n<p>These are my synthesizers.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my other instruments, mixing consoles and studio equipment.<\/p>\n<p>These are my sheet music, my DAT cassettes, my masters and backup copies.<\/p>\n<p>These are my memories.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my dreams,<\/p>\n<p>my principles,<\/p>\n<p>my fears,<\/p>\n<p>my commandments and self-prohibitions,<\/p>\n<p>my anxiety,<\/p>\n<p>my regulations,<\/p>\n<p>my talents,<\/p>\n<p>my inabilities and insecurities,<\/p>\n<p>my joys,<\/p>\n<p>my vanities,<\/p>\n<p>my self-denials and self-assurances.<\/p>\n<p>My crying and my laughter,<\/p>\n<p>my darkness and my radiance.<\/p>\n<p>These are my experiences.<\/p>\n<p>My mistakes and illusions,<\/p>\n<p>my wishes and expectations,<\/p>\n<p>my ideas about life,<\/p>\n<p>These are the roles I slipped into, practiced and tried out,<\/p>\n<p>in which I thought I had succeeded or failed.<\/p>\n<p>Here are my abysses, wastelands, aisles and stubborn contradictions.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the small and large bundles of pure, experienced happiness.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the shackles and gags,<\/p>\n<p>the penetrations to the light,<\/p>\n<p>sinking into the depths.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the loads,<\/p>\n<p>these are the gifts,<\/p>\n<p>the tools and templates<\/p>\n<p>the conditions and possibilities,<\/p>\n<p>with which I was equipped.<\/p>\n<p>Here is my gratitude.<\/p>\n<p>Here is my anger and indignation.<\/p>\n<p>Here is the immortal memory of the many who, with everything they had<\/p>\n<p>set out to live and stand up for their convictions and feelings.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the ones that gave me food.<\/p>\n<p>This is my despair,<\/p>\n<p>this is my esprit,<\/p>\n<p>These are the wounds and scars,<\/p>\n<p>These are my jealousies and small-mindedness.<\/p>\n<p>Here lies the hope of a self-determined life,<\/p>\n<p>that never ceased to exist.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the apartments and the locations,<\/p>\n<p>where I ate, worked and slept.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the landscapes,<\/p>\n<p>that I was allowed to be a part of,<\/p>\n<p>These are the scents, the rain, the sunbeams, the snow,<\/p>\n<p>the air that touched my senses,<\/p>\n<p>These are the streams, rivers and seas,<\/p>\n<p>the gardens, fields and forests,<\/p>\n<p>the mountains, the plains, the animals;<\/p>\n<p>These are the colors, the clouds, sky and stars.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the infinitely varied sounds.<\/p>\n<p>These are the people I have met,<\/p>\n<p>that I had to face,<\/p>\n<p>that I was allowed to meet.<\/p>\n<p>That I loved and or<\/p>\n<p>will always love.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the people who deceived me,<\/p>\n<p>Here are the ones I disappointed.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the people,<\/p>\n<p>who gave me and to whom I could give.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the unmistakable, precious moments,<\/p>\n<p>in which I felt that I was alive.<\/p>\n<p>Here are the moments,<\/p>\n<p>in which I loved,<\/p>\n<p>These are the moments that I<\/p>\n<p>will always love.<\/p>\n<p>These are the things or the residues of things,<\/p>\n<p>that I have felt, thought, said, done or made,<\/p>\n<p>I have been or in which I have gone astray.<\/p>\n<p>Here is the self-understanding that has grown in life,<\/p>\n<p>to trust the substance<\/p>\n<p>and not the objects.<\/p>\n<p>Stroke.<\/p>\n<p>Here is what I would like to be.<\/p>\n<p>Stroke.<\/p>\n<p>This is what I can be.<\/p>\n<p>Stroke.<\/p>\n<p>This is me.<\/p>\n<p>This is where I live.<\/p>\n<p>Here I am.<\/p>\n<p>Now.<\/p>\n<p>(December 2007)<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Inventory.2007 These are my clothes, These are my shoes, Here are my household appliances, cutlery and crockery. 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