And I set my foot upon the air and it carried me. Und ich setzte meinen Fuß in die Luft und sie trug. – Hilde Domin May I continue to be carried, as I walk on… air, sunshine, fire… …especially once I reach the water.
It makes me smile and laugh every time. And it teaches me something new every time. With that said – enjoy! And – to outdoor pianos! — pp. 52-53 of The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls Shortly after we moved into the depot, Mom decided that what we really needed was a piano. Dad found […]
Goodness, how right my Mama was about the deepening thing. As I’m moving from undergrad to grad and from DC to Boston and, really, from setting the (professional) stage to slowly starting to explore the set on it, I’m spending three months at home. To, as my Mama so rightly stated the other day, deepen […]
I’ve been rereading a lot this summer. On the train, at the bus station, on our porch, in my Dad’s big arm chair, in bed, at my desk, on the kitchen counter, in the morning, in the sunshine, in the moonlight, at the sea, and in the sand, I’ve been rereading stories that have once moved […]
Woke up cold one Tuesday, I’m looking tired and feeling quite sick, I felt like there was something missing in my day to day life, So I quickly opened the wardrobe, Pulled out some jeans and a T-Shirt that seemed clean, Topped it off with a pair of old shoes, That were ripped around the […]
Sometimes I get upset about something that seems big in the moment and that is, in fact, in that moment absolutely valid. And then it’s good to take a deep breath and ask myself: Will it matter in 7 seconds? Will it matter in 7 minutes? Will it matter in 7 hours? Will it matter […]
Thank you, America, for presenting me with the question Where are you from? and the answer I’m from [first home]. And from [second home], [third home], and [so on]. And I live in [this special place that I also call ‘home’ but that’s potentially very different from the previous three/… places]. I feel home [being here/doing/eating/wearing… […]
Hey You who walk there every morn crawl and mourn. Don’t! Look up! From your feet the cracks in the road, your road None of that’s gonna change. Ok maybe, but you’d have to wait. Don’t! Look up, now, and live. Show your face, your eyes and be great now yes you.
You who crawl in the face of Death, You who fall into the Black Hole deeper and deeper, all paralyzed: What can reach you so the black hole does not win, suck you in, and all that is around you, so you can live, love, be free? Nothing as long as you live from the […]
— Start now. Forgive. Breathe. Smile. Start now. — Walk barefoot. Dance in the rain. Book the ticket. Or ride a tandem. Or both. Sing loudly. Even if wrongly. And make up the lyrics. Tell them. That whatever. Just tell them. Eat the cake. And the pizza. Smoke the joint. Cut your hair. Short. Finish […]
So ya did everything right never stepped outa line – never lived either. Good for you I guess Sucks, don’t it your soul out. No wonder, really. It’s empty, the wrapper, as empty as your soul, only it is right. It’s good, the chocolate, too. You’re on a diet. No more rules for me. Forget […]
A Somewhattranslation of Wordbeginning — Im Anfang, jedem Anfang liegt ein Wort jenes, welches Du lerntest als Du erst warst jenes, welches Du erfuhrst, Dein Eigen machtest, und mir dann gabst Dein Wort. Hier liegt es nun, vor mir, kurzweilig ausgesetzt und ganz nackt. Ich ringe kurz, nur kurz. Vorsichtig nehme ich es in meine […]
This song brings them back to me, the summerthoughts. Every time. It was a good summer. A best.
Big, big drops fall on the hot earth, the thirsty earth on us, the lonely lovers from above, up above from that big blue firmament that breathes with us, every day in and out, always has, that holds us in the foreverembrace, takes our loved ones, gives new life. Big, big drops fall, and wash and […]
Verzag nicht, nicht heut und nicht am Morgen, im Sturm der Gezeiten, der Gefühle, im Falle, während Du Deine Kreise ziehst, und wende Dich der Sonne zu während Du wartest, in der Wüste auf die Oase. Wie’s scheint, im Aug der Zeit ist der Reifen der Zeit der um Dich liegt, der wächst und immer […]
Swimmingly I wake in this sea of red, hot blood that is whirling pulsating deep above the firmament in the dark universe. As I am, I swim with eager strokes in the pulse, the pulse of youth, which sparkles brighter than the stars above my head, below my body and in its light, bright light, I […]
Ich werd’s wissen, wenn ich’s seh. Oder besser, Ihn. Ihn sehen, wissen Aber glauben werd ich’s auch so. Glauben an Ihn, einfach so Also, Licht aus.
It pours down my throat hot, fast, this something with every breath I take, I will call it goodness that it must be, surely, what else could it be, and into my every pore even the smallest out of my nose back in and into my lungs through my every vein. It quickens my pulse […]
Rote Zungen schnellen aus meinem Hals. Sie stecken in meinem heißen Rachen, lassen meine Finger zucken, winden sich durch die Adern. Sie sind verwurzelt in meinen schweligen Füßen welche auf splitternden Meereswellen aus dem Sturm schreiten. Rote Zungen sprechen Dich, in Deiner Neuheit, Deiner Vertrautheit und sie sprechen mich, in meiner Freude, meiner Hoffnung, sie sprechen meine anderen ichs, welche sich nicht einig über die Richtung, die Tugend, das Verlangen nur über das Finden des Einen. Sie vereinen sich meist meist zur rechten Zeit und manchmal nicht und schnellen dann hervor aus der Tiefe welche nicht ergründbar […]
There’s a path behind the house behind that house with green shutters with green eyes of hope that blink with each stroke of pain in the world a little, hidden path where the leaves talk the green leaves speak in soft and sweet voices where the grass sways in the summer winds singing old songs […]