...a deathly serenade...

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often, in his liaising with me; when in the middle
of a manuscript edit, would send an email
referring to headaches and needing time away.
For certain, just as in any industry the publishing
business can get busy, but in no way do I adhere
to any type of belief that I failed to manage a man
that for all intent and purposes was known to be
eccentric. Sadly this eccentricity is given evidence
for with the box of anti-depressants sitting on the
floor next to the wooden stand. Asked directly:
"What do you say to the people that say you're
mad?" Franz replied: "I'm not asking to be your
local MP," he said, "Or forcing any belief. I
merely make Art for myself and allow people to
enjoy it at their own discretion. I don't try and
seduce you with self help plans, you can read
other writers for that seduction, that want for self
help from somebody else, a completely
nonsensical distraction, as you need to make your
own conclusions. I'm perhaps dangerous…" The
interviewer replied, "You call yourself a danger?"
Franz then said, "I am a danger, yes, a good
danger, but this is all subjective, one man's
heaven can be another man's mess. That is what I
am trying to explain, regardless of allegations of
eccentricity, this danger works in a very Nietzsche
like manner with me, it's simply a case of,
approach my Art with care."
In the corner of the room, opposite
Sukido's sculpture, is a CD and vinyl player with
a large cupboard beneath the vintage woodgrain
stereo. Music was very much an important part of
Franz' world as his work remains lyrical and his
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