{"id":5552,"date":"2018-12-27T15:43:38","date_gmt":"2018-12-27T15:43:38","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/?p=5552"},"modified":"2018-12-27T15:43:38","modified_gmt":"2018-12-27T15:43:38","slug":"gefangen-im-rhythmus","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/?p=5552","title":{"rendered":"Gefangen im Rhythmus"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Alles f\u00fchlt sich wieder, so unwirklich, grotesk und absurd an.<\/p>\n<p>Zwiegespalten zwischen den Rollen, Zeiten und Aufgaben.<\/p>\n<p>Viel zu sp\u00e4t, mitunter vorbei. Viel zu viel Krempel und Allerlei.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5601\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog5-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog5-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog5-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog5-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Verzettelt, beklebt, geschrieben, zerlegt.<\/p>\n<p>Keine Lust mehr auf die Diebe.<\/p>\n<p>Keine Warnung vor dem Fall.<\/p>\n<p>Nur f\u00fcr Spinner ist die Liebe.<\/p>\n<p>Und doch wohl- mit schnellem Knall.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5600\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog4-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog4-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog4-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog4-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Gefangen im Rhythmus, Knechte der Zeit.<\/p>\n<p>Verloren ist, was mit muss, keine Mauer zu weit.<\/p>\n<p>Gefangen im Rhythmus, Knechte der Zeit.<\/p>\n<p>Verloren ist, was mit muss, keine Mauer zu weit.<\/p>\n<p>&#8230;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5599\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog3-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog3-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog3-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog3-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Doch halt! Etwas, das regt sich.<\/p>\n<p>So einfach ist es eben doch nicht.<\/p>\n<p>Mein Ende. Ich wei\u00df schon.<\/p>\n<p>Und tu es trotzdem nicht. EGAL.<\/p>\n<p>Information ist wie Licht.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-5598\" src=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog2-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog2-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog2-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2018\/12\/IMG_5700blog2-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Alles f\u00fchlt sich wieder, so unwirklich, grotesk und absurd an. Zwiegespalten zwischen den Rollen, Zeiten und Aufgaben. Viel zu sp\u00e4t, mitunter vorbei. Viel zu viel Krempel und Allerlei. Verzettelt, beklebt, geschrieben, zerlegt. Keine Lust mehr auf die Diebe. Keine Warnung vor dem Fall. Nur f\u00fcr Spinner ist die Liebe. Und doch wohl- mit schnellem Knall. &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/?p=5552\" class=\"more-link\"><span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Gefangen im Rhythmus<\/span> weiterlesen <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[600,3,629],"tags":[494,538,466,674,155,94,493,825,800],"class_list":["post-5552","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-alltagswahnsinn","category-bildimpressionen","category-gedicht","tag-gedicht","tag-gedichte","tag-hoffnung","tag-kampf","tag-kapitalismus","tag-liebe","tag-poem","tag-verwirrung","tag-zeit"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5552","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5552"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5552\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5609,"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5552\/revisions\/5609"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5552"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5552"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blog.tanjathalmann.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5552"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}