Heaven, hell and earth – all in one day
Hey AngelzNow thinking of it, it appears to me that I had a short stop in heaven (in Poetry Library) in London and then in hell and then found myself walking on earth again.I did not stay in London as …
Category: reality
Harsh – Rough – Demanding. That’s our idea of reality, apart from transition, but what is it in truth?
Poets love wine together with their poetry readings…actually wanted to get used to that too but…cannot even stand one glass. And now laying on a sofa in the library…(as connection at home is again more absent in the evening)…eating loads …
”If I can’t have love then I’ll take sunshine.” (Harryette Mullen)
Good Morning AngelzOh what a rainy morning it is today? A little storm…compared to the sunshine yesterday. We rush right into winter. I felt so great and fantastic yesterday (as today). Not quite sure about the reason. Being single a …
”It’s not over till you’re underground”
I stand in the dark in my room. Start singing ”Ohne Dich schlaf ich heute Nacht nicht ein” and I mean a new verse or two. This morning I was bleeding for no reason. I think it stopped now, like …
French gay poets and hot chocolate without cream
So, now I take a moment off…with some good music and peppermint ice cream (Brits are crazy about it and I feel why hmmm) Still…it definitely is time for an English revival of Surrealism.Well, my day I better dont talk …
”I want you to be madly loved.” (Andre Breton)
There are some different translations of Breton’s quote. One that transfers a slightly different meaning is “I wish for you to be madly loved.” Can you see the difference in the active and passive voice? One is a want, the …
Bluemchen, French musical and lentil soup
A whole rainy day…only the evening was so sweet with the rain drops on the window.Hope you liked my last song. (Paso Doble also have another song ”Herz an Herz” – others know the ”latest” 90’s version of Bluemchen)I am …
Blown off echos
My new hobby is going well…still I guess it will never be a masterpiece. I am more with the words than with colours.Okay even in the fifth week of the term I did not write as much as I expected …
Feeling
After two days, beyond London, I finally begin to understand my feelings and same time losing all control for it.Suppose, that is why contemporary poets rarely write about love…they lost control and yet understand its loss.Two hours earlier I tried …
I run in the hour-glass
Hmmm I cannot sleep…as I had an afternoon nap and I am still thinking about what I learned on National Poetry Day in London. I felt so great to be back in London…the business of people, ads and tubes took …