POEMS
















                    Tschh

                       Linke Hand kalt und nass
                       Metall das ergonomisch passt

                       Ein Zeigefinger hebelt Blech
                       Hoffentlich kein Schüttelpech

                        Kohlensäure sprudelt auf
                        so kurz schon nach dem Dosenkauf
       
                        Zum Mund geführt das Handgelenk
                        Lippen küssen Kaltgetränk

                        Zärtlichkeit in einer Dose
                        Bier, die älteste legale Droge

                        Zunge badet im Element
                        Feierabend für ein paar Cent









The Designer’s Prayer

Our designer in heaven
Hallowed be your product
Your material comes
Your haptics be done
As in studio, even so at fair
Give us today our inspiration
And forgive us our design-guilt
Just as we also forgive those who are buying from us
And lead us not in waste
But save us from value
For yours is the Sustainability,
and the form and the function,
for eternity

Design. ︎