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TRP: The Secret History

Donna Tartt is an expert on the kind of prose that reads poetically yet promptly, luring the reader into a world that is hard to escape for the entirety of the … Continue reading

September 21, 2016 · Leave a comment

In and Out

When breathing suddenly resides between reaching and sighing, there seems to exist a shortage of sorts and not merely of oxygen molecules around me. But why is it that when … Continue reading

September 19, 2016 · Leave a comment

On Poetry

Poetry has its way of pretending it’s from the mind when really, it’s from truth. It arrives when it desires, transmitting no more and no less, only exactly what it needs, … Continue reading

September 18, 2016 · Leave a comment

two hundred feet

two hundred feet were counted between the two towers so tall signaling near and far that here, high ceilings would lift your gaze. we found both places open and their … Continue reading

September 12, 2016 · Leave a comment

these days

when September’s warm, warm and sunny and innocent, there’s usually something the universe is lingering to tell me and it usually has to do with nostalgia. both know that in … Continue reading

September 11, 2016 · Leave a comment

summertime, an ode

and before the last nights of summer subside to stay warm some place else, i sit down here to write this ode to these long nights with you that were so … Continue reading

August 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

Unterbacher See

Sometimes, the world through two pair of eyes is four-fold beautiful, as logics and artistries —two of each— hike along the horizon, measuring the distances above and below.   So … Continue reading

August 30, 2016 · Leave a comment

today’s task:

allowing for the space to be complex. (no principle we hold and need is of God, aside from love, perhaps, and so everything in between is up to us to … Continue reading

August 28, 2016 · Leave a comment

TRP: Spieltrieb

Dieses sagenhafte, mitreißende, erschütternde, erzürnende, psychologische, philosophische und poetische Buch von Juli Zeh habe ich in Bad Godesberg begonnen, wo es losgeht und spielt. Und ich habe es beendet in Kroatien, … Continue reading

August 18, 2016 · Leave a comment

TRP: Denn du trägst meinen Namen

Wir alle haben einen Vater, zumindest einmal gehabt, und viele von uns tragen seinen Namen, auch wenn sich das in dieser Zeit in diesem Land verändert. Mein vererbter Familienname ist ein Kunstname, … Continue reading

July 28, 2016 · Leave a comment

top and bottom 

there’s no roof on top and I wear no shoes either so what remains this week in summer is my hair in the wind and my feet on the ground … Continue reading

July 27, 2016 · Leave a comment

this week in summer 

this week in summer there are no mirrors around to check some polished facade that disgraces the potential of vision and visibility. there are no clocks either to time some … Continue reading

July 25, 2016 · Leave a comment

Trost

Joh 20:15 — Sie steht nicht alleine da, weinend, Maria, im Angesicht der Leere, von Gewalt verursacht, und von der Macht der Masse, die das Leben des Unschuldigen gefordert hatte. Auch ich … Continue reading

July 22, 2016 · Leave a comment

One of Two

Well in my mind, there are two types of reactions to anything out there, anywhere, at anytime: I can have my expectations of what the truth will turn out to … Continue reading

July 20, 2016 · 1 Comment

Care

On the day of yet another attack on civilians celebrating freedom, I wonder what I can do to contribute. I look around and am reminded that the commandments teach, ours … Continue reading

July 15, 2016 · Leave a comment

Der Rhein

Schau ihn Dir nicht auf der Landkarte an, den Rhein, denn egal wie präzise sie ist, sie täuscht, hämisch und doch unschuldig, denn sie kann nur Theorie. Gehe selbst hin, … Continue reading

July 13, 2016 · Leave a comment

Sommer im Dorf

  Sommer im Dorf tut fast weh, so schön ist er! Die warme Luft riecht nach vollen Blütenkelchen, das dichte Blätterwerk lässt bunte Lichtmosaike tanzen, Grillen und Hummeln komponieren von früh … Continue reading

July 11, 2016 · 2 Comments

Teach First Deutschland: Die Halbzeitbilanz

Ein wenig schizophren fühlt sich der erste Ferientag an, mit seiner tiefen Trägheit und gleichzeitig geselligen Euphorie – naturgemäß wahrscheinlich. Die Beanspruchung der letzten Schulwochen zerrt in die Horizontale, die … Continue reading

July 9, 2016 · Leave a comment

TRP: Begierde

Antje Rávic Strubels Die Wälder des menschlichen Herzens ist für die, die auf der Durch_Reise sind, zwischen Kontinenten und Kontrasten, für die, die Natur als Spiegel sehen, oder Zuflucht, oder Orakel, für die, … Continue reading

July 7, 2016 · Leave a comment

A holy month 

The past month was sanctified by those searching Mohammed’s traces  in our time, still, and recurrently so.  While the moon grew and waned,  silence came over the lands  and abstinence from … Continue reading

July 5, 2016 · Leave a comment