Hank Vogel

This story is a true story, or almost a true story. To be more precise, I would say: certain moments in this story are so real that you might think they're fake or that they come from another world, a purely fictional world. Reality is sometimes absurd But fiction never manages to surpass it. (excerpt)

If I were a pirate or a full-fledged king, of a kingdom eternally at peace, here are some extracts from my speeches, obviously short, since I wouldn't want to bore my guys or my people: ...

Lei pi poetessa di me. La sua poesia sgorga dalla fonte. Ce l'ha sulla punta della lingua. Ce l'ho alla fine della mia penna.

Jag best mde mig f r att ntligen bli n gon. B ttre n s var mig sj lv igen. Det vill s ga en man med sina verkliga fel och sina verkliga egenskaper. Och att f rverkliga en gammal dr m: att skriva fritt, att ber tta f r v rlden de fyra sanningarna.

Hun er mere en digter end mig. Hans poesi str mmer fra kilden. Hun har den p spidsen af hendes tunge. Mig, jeg har det i slutningen af ​​min pen.

Mr. Cassis and his Blueberries have screwed me up... by participating in the economic war against Russia, let them now go all the way... let them at least for once be consistent with their logic, for God's sake The diplomats of the rogue Tsar are also rogues, probably members of the post- Soviet secret service. Everything is a matter of and between friends in a supposedly civilized and transparent society, as everywhere else. (abstract)

I am a man of broad ideas. I hope to be. With ideas without limits... To build. Destroy. Rebuild. To imagine. Dare. To launch. Erase. Recognize. I love these verbs. They are part of my basic philosophy. I was a brilliant math student. And as fate would have it, I moved away from those sciences. I have a degree in experimental metaphysics. And I am currently in charge of a very special department in the state that consists of archiving theses that are not recognized or considered to be false theses or absurd theses...