Musings on arts of all ages, and at times creating art with words – literature – myself.
Fireworks naturally scare me, except for the colour. However, their sound is rather pointless. But I did enjoy the colour play on last night’s sky, especially the moment when enough smoke was in the air for the clouds to look …
Writing a blog is like sitting in a glass box in the middle of Hamburg’s red light district, typing a letter on a typewriter, to a weird professor who does field research on the orgasm of female mice that are …
And so she said to him one late night: ”You know, I should have stabbed you when chance was there. You know, that one weekend in the kitchen when you told me to put the knife aside and I did …
The monument to Alfonsina Storniin Mar del Plata, Argentina – just so beautiful Sometimes coincidences give me shivers….like the poem ”A Madona Poesia” (subtitled ”To My Lady of Poetry) by Alfonsina Storni (a South American poet – the legend goes …
Oh, very much Thankz to Mrs Katherine Larsen for her poem Love at Thirty-Two DegreesIt is a little too hot (the thirty-two degrees I mean) for me but the fifth part of it answers all my questions!
Dear F I am not going to blame you. Someone had to begin with it. It simply became the lifestyle in a man’s life, bit like metrosexuality and pox together. A few general questions to the world: What do you …
Gosh! Wasn’t that a fabulous smart line further down in ”Just a phase”: When you had a piece of heaven you want to be god at some point.
All still I sit in the garden of England, on a white wooden bench under sheltering branches of a willow exactly four times older than my grandfather on his deathbed. Rain never left me untouched, neither the diary on my …
Real love is earning, not yearning !?
I resisted doing my laundry at around midnight…because my plug system wouldn’t leave any light as I’d need to remove it for the washing machine. Today’s reading recommendation…a female utopia of the early 20th century: Herland by Charlotte Perkins Gilman…a …