Their stories and scars, the things they grasp. All rough and worn, but strong. Everyone has them they come in pairs But these ones, are special. I love to watch them in action, I often stare. Or sneak a peak when no one is there. They dance on keys and caress horsehair strings. A kind … Continue reading Grip
Let’s play! Like puppies in a basket Or actors on a stage I just wanna play with you. You scrutinize and stare As the famished lion watches his prey A longing hunger growls thick inside Watching her free and innocent steps With hard, squinted, aching eyes. Beautiful, and tender bouncing before him It pains him … Continue reading Let’s Play
Lachen Verboden – Eine Analyse zweier Filmen Die Rolle des Lachens und Humor in dem neuen deutschen Film Deutschland ist nicht für seine humoristischen Filme bekannt. Der zweite Weltkrieg hat einen großen Dämpfer auf die Stimme im deutschen Film erzeugt und die Spuren davon, tauchen heute noch in Form von einer Schwierigkeit zu lachen oder … Continue reading Lachen Verboten
The wind howled against the windowpanes. His hooves pounded against her chest. Each step rattled the earth, shook her soul. He thundered up the hill, nostrils flared, Short, labored breath. They charged across powdery landscape. It moved with them. They were one, plowing through Snowdrifts and muddy cow-trails. Speckled brown and white, Fleabitten grey Fuzzy, coat … Continue reading The Storm Horse
My pint-sized angel packaged in silky down Overseeing my petty childish steps Is my guardian angel, and my childhood pet. Though sadly I paid no heed To my little white winged guardian Cooing and beckoning for warm affection So occasionally I stopped And those snowy feathers my Lilliputian hands gathered up And there he perched … Continue reading Guardian Angel
Big brown eyes shaded with long eyelashes blinked up at me. Jerad had the calf squished tight between his knees, a rope around its neck. A warm breeze fought against the cool morning dew. I had prepared the ear tag device, written the number 120, shoved it into the metal contraption with a large needle … Continue reading Ear Tags
Wildflower – she is a wildflower When the soft wind blows and the coyote cries Where the harsh sky howls and the angels don’t fly A pale tumbleweed rolls by, The crack of thunder moans And the dirt flies. That’s when she comes, she’s a wildflower Landing where the wind plants her seed, Thriving in … Continue reading Wildflower
REQUIEM (2006) Hans-Christian Schmid Was bedeutet die Heimat? Die Heimat ist zuhause, jemand gehört einfach dazu. Ein Teil von dieser Heimat bleibt immer in dem Mensch. Das Konzept von der Heimat „carries a rich set of cultural and ideological connotations that combine notions of belonging and identity with affective attachment to a specific place … Continue reading Requiem (2006) Hans-Christian Schmid
“The question throughout is much the same; lack of food, lack of clothing, and disease of every kind.” ~New York Times 1919 “The population has seen and felt so much of suffering that it has become calloused to hardship and to want, but the spectacle of hundreds of starving children, of women in the bitter cold … Continue reading Hindsight Verboten? Kafka’s Reflections on Food
Now I leave this little bar, who stole my night In great company and bold conversation. I’m riding through dampened moonlight, Blurred white lines and whirring leaves The moon shines and disappears, She peaks through trees. I’m heading West, I trust the mountains But I can’t see well. He’s riding next to me. His … Continue reading To Ride A Bike
Poesie Sans, Souci 