Tuesday, December 20. 2011
some
stranger than the strangest stranger
lesser than an enemy
absurdity above avenger
memory of an oddity
that is how some see the other
once so close to soul and heart
nevermore a friend nor brother
when an image broke apart
© 2011
lesser than an enemy
absurdity above avenger
memory of an oddity
that is how some see the other
once so close to soul and heart
nevermore a friend nor brother
when an image broke apart
© 2011
Monday, December 5. 2011
My Irving Curse
In order to impress
we celebrate so many
assertive actor's aims
and destined diva's duties
in our days.
About success.
Well, I know hardly any,
keep playing games.
And when it comes to beauties
I lose the case.
If life gets rough,
I find this prentence very silly.
I'm rather back in time for stuff
and stuck to certain TV shows.
But what is tough:
I've always been a little Lilly,
just never big enough
to keep on passing open windows.
© 2011
we celebrate so many
assertive actor's aims
and destined diva's duties
in our days.
About success.
Well, I know hardly any,
keep playing games.
And when it comes to beauties
I lose the case.
If life gets rough,
I find this prentence very silly.
I'm rather back in time for stuff
and stuck to certain TV shows.
But what is tough:
I've always been a little Lilly,
just never big enough
to keep on passing open windows.
© 2011
Sunday, December 4. 2011
"The Right to Twinkle"
Alright. Why do I write? Because I have to.
And why to write this? Because I believe it’s important to anyone.
Writing is like loving. You won’t be able to stop yourself, won’t be able to make decisions. Not concerning your feelings, that is. You can plan stuff, concerning form and function. You can lead yourself to aims and goals. You can use that stuff you write, or your love, if it’s strong enough, to make others see or feel. But you cannot change that part of your history, your fate, that you have to love, and have to write.
You cannot even judge your writing, just like you could never judge your love. That is a task of others. But, of course, you want to be read. And loved.
And one more thing: When I was prepared to step over this line of which I thought it was there – and, sorry, it probably never was – I did not ask myself how to make it work or how to develop a basis. All I ever did, and all I ever wanted, I had already said, hoping it would suffice.
© 2011
And why to write this? Because I believe it’s important to anyone.
Writing is like loving. You won’t be able to stop yourself, won’t be able to make decisions. Not concerning your feelings, that is. You can plan stuff, concerning form and function. You can lead yourself to aims and goals. You can use that stuff you write, or your love, if it’s strong enough, to make others see or feel. But you cannot change that part of your history, your fate, that you have to love, and have to write.
You cannot even judge your writing, just like you could never judge your love. That is a task of others. But, of course, you want to be read. And loved.
And one more thing: When I was prepared to step over this line of which I thought it was there – and, sorry, it probably never was – I did not ask myself how to make it work or how to develop a basis. All I ever did, and all I ever wanted, I had already said, hoping it would suffice.
© 2011
Friday, December 2. 2011
still
why is the best
so often like the worst?
and still -
if we go dahl
will the reverse
be true?
if you believe
will there be
magic?
© 2011
so often like the worst?
and still -
if we go dahl
will the reverse
be true?
if you believe
will there be
magic?
© 2011
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