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Rinus Van Alebeek is a writer, sound artist and performer born in The Netherlands in 1956. He has published two books in his native country under the pseudonym of Philip Markus, the first of which, published in 1991, was awarded best first novel.

His approach to musical improvisation is seen as radical, based on sounds captured on his travels in and outside Europe. Rinus Van Alebeek records, composes and performs with analogue equipment. During his concerts he mixes tapes thus creating powerful lo-fi sound collages between noise and pure poetry.

The artistic biography of Rinus Van Alebeek is divided in two periods: prehistoric and historic. The prehistoric period stretches from the birth of the universe to the year 1989 a.C. The historic period starts in 1989 and is divided in three categories: literature, visual arts and sound art.

Text to ‘Nine Variations’ ( in German and English )

One evening as the rain pattered against the window and I, from the darkness of my room, was staring at the dance of the raindrops in the light of a street lantern, a deep desire came over me: I wantedNastassja Kinski.

Once every year this happened, then I thought that only in a relation with her my life would make sense, a lighthearted shining sense that would bring tears of joy as you could only see on the movie screen.

O man!

How I longed for it to sit on a terrace with her in Duesseldorf and pick a piece of Currywurst with sauce out of her hair.

Later in the afternoon we would walk hand in hand along the Rhine.

One very long moment I kept on staring out of the window not knowing what to do. The heartache grew out of my body.

I’d better get rid of the idea to marry the most beautiful woman in the world.

I simply had to forget about it and content myself with the fact to grow old with her living in the same universe.

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Eines Abends, als der Regen gegen das Fenster prasselte und ich aus der Finsternis meines Zimmers den Tanz der Tropfen im gelben Strassenlaternenlicht bewunderte, ueberfiel mich eine unheimliche Sehnsucht: Ich hatte Lust auf Nastassja Kinski.

Einmal im Jahr geschah das, dann dachte ich, dass ein Verhaeltnis mit ihr dem Leben erst Sinn geben wuerde, so einen leichtsinnigen strahlenden zu Glueckstraenen fuehrenden Sinn, wie es den nur auf der Leinwand gab.

Mann! Wie sehr verlangte es mich danach, ihr, auf einer Duesseldorfer Terrasse sitzend, mit meinen Fingern ein Stueckchen Currywurst samt Sosse aus dem Haar zu pfluecken. Spaeter am Nachmittag liefen wir dann Hand in Hand unter einem großen Regenschirm das Rheinufer entlang.

Einen langen Moment blieb ich unentschlossen und starrte aus dem Fenster. Der Herzschmerz wuchs aus meinem Leib hinaus.

Ich musste mir die Heirat mit der schoensten Frau der Welt einfach aus dem Kopf schlagen. Ich sollte sie sowieso vergessen – , mich damit zufrieden geben, zusammen mit ihr, im selben Weltall, alt zu werden.

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