I trusted you, I wasn’t sure why. Your hair in my face, wind whipping down the Highway The mountains came and went on the right Big cities rose and fell on the left. I searched the shelves of movies in my brain To figure out why we fit So well. You owned that Highway like … Continue reading The Quiet Man
Faith in Paris
I took a drive around town today. To feel the air, the sky, the wind, to soak up my desert. I stuck my hand out the window and let the cool breeze touch the hairs on my arm. Its winter, and we rolled all the car windows down and I heard the soft hum of … Continue reading Faith in Paris
Rocks
Existentialism is a term applied to a school of 19th- and 20th-century philosophers who, despite profound doctrinal differences, shared the belief that philosophical thinking begins with the human subject—not merely the thinking subject, but the acting, feeling, living human individual. In existentialism, the individual’s starting point is characterized by what has been called “the existential attitude”, or a … Continue reading Rocks
Nimmerland
August 12th, 2011 Das Geklirr der Kochlöffel war täglich mit dem Lachen des Kindern verbunden. Das Geruch Kaffees, Tees und Gewürze, Körpergeruch und Besonderheiten stieg man dort sofort in die Nase. Es riech nach Fremden Sachen und Erde, nach Füße. Wer weiß wo diese Leute sich geduscht haben. Kaffee wird für Unbekannte sowie der Nachbaren gekocht. Kinder liefen … Continue reading Nimmerland
Keine Direkteflüge
Warum geht die Zeit immer so schnell vorbei? Es ist kaum zu glauben, dass es schon den 24en Juli ist, und das nur noch einen Monat gibt vor ich noch ein mal langsam meinen Weg zurück nach den USA mache. Na ja, so sagt man immer über die Zeit. So wurde es mir gesagt. Das … Continue reading Keine Direkteflüge
Tabula Rasa
July 8th, 2011 Big eyes blink up at the world. She doesn’t recognize what anything around her is, the sound of the tram thumping over the rails, the flashing lights whirring by the windows, expressionless, she looks on, she blinks on. She can’t ask questions. Many pains cross her mother's face, I can see her strain, her concern, … Continue reading Tabula Rasa
To Teach Creativity
May 17th 2011 My bananas are sitting on the seat of a bus somewhere in Bamberg Germany, alone. I realized on my leisurely stroll back to the student dorms that I left the bag of bananas on the bus. How awkward that would be to find a bag of bananas riding unaccompanied in the bus seat next … Continue reading To Teach Creativity
A day in the life of an exchange student
May 20th 2011 I have not shut my brain off in weeks. It works all day and runs full-speed until my head crashes against the pillow and I fall instantly into a dreamy daze of language. Wake up, work, sleep. Wake up, study, read, sleep. Wake up, shower, coffee, bus, class, tea, sleep. Wake up; my … Continue reading A day in the life of an exchange student
Stealing a Moment
I am yet again intrigued by the topic of authorship. Who has the right to a moment, to a capture, to an occurrence? Does the person who captured that moment by snapshot or film have a right to that moment because he captured it? He essentially created it. Otherwise, it would have gone by as an … Continue reading Stealing a Moment
Enjoy The Silence
1. April 2011 I used to loathe the silence. I would always need to have a TV in the background, as I was a kid, blaring away while I scribbled the math equations in my math papers. I would always have CDs and tapes playing along in my room. When I drive, I blast my … Continue reading Enjoy The Silence
Poesie Sans, Souci 