Log Line

10-02-2017 -17-03-2017


Francesco Pedraglio

Bernhard Rappold

Maruša Sagadin




A poem as lovely as a tree! (The Log Lady)

Check, check, 1, 2, testing

Can you hear me cry

Come on baby

Tell all the people that you see

It’s just me

Follow me down

Stop the things you do

Watch out, I ain’t lying

The tears are real

I just wanna say this is my way

Of telling you everything

I could never say before

I’ve always felt comfortable in front of a camera

I put a spell on you

Because you’re mine

I don’t care if you don’t want me

I’m yours right now

I always want to think of myself as an underdog

Burning, burning, burning

And nothing can cool me

Won’t you help me

I feel like I’m slipping away


I drive a rolls royce because it’s good for my voice

I have very good executives and great children

They’re very good

Metal Guru is it you?

Fancy that, fancy this: Horizontal twist — Fry him, try him, do or die him — Bring him home

where you can tie him — Hide him, pie him, slide him, buy him — Get a room where you can ride him

I’m not gonna give you a question.

You are fake news. It’s all fake news.

It did not happen.

It’s phony stuff.

Witch hunt.




(Clemens Posch)