14 November, 2010
Nun lassen Sie das Kind doch mal nach vorne!
So ein Geburtstag kann nicht ungewürdigt vorüber gehen.
ALLES GUTE NOCH, ONKEL VICCO VON BÜLOW!
... und Grüße an Vic Dorn.
16 Oktober, 2010
06 Oktober, 2010
18 September, 2010
07 September, 2010
28 August, 2010
24 August, 2010
18 August, 2010
Embrace
You know the parlor trick.
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight
wrap your arms around your own body
and from the back it looks like
someone is embracing you
her hands grasping your shirt
her fingernails teasing your neck
from the front it is another story
you never looked so alone
your crossed elbows and screwy grin
you could be waiting for a tailor
to fit you with a straight jacket
one that would hold you really tight
Billy Collins
16 August, 2010
13 August, 2010
12 August, 2010
03 August, 2010
28 Juli, 2010
12 Juli, 2010
07 Juli, 2010
25 Juni, 2010
12 Juni, 2010
31 Mai, 2010
27 Mai, 2010
15 Mai, 2010
02 Mai, 2010
22 April, 2010
17 April, 2010
13 April, 2010
10 April, 2010
28 März, 2010
19 März, 2010
13 März, 2010
To England
There are no postage stamps that send letters
back to England three centuries ago,
no postage stamps that make letters
travel back until the grave hasn't been dug yet,
and John Donne stands looking out the window,
it is just beginning to rain this April morning,
and the birds are falling into the trees
like chess pieces into an unplayed game,
and John Donne sees the postman coming up the street,
the postman walks very carefully because his cane
is made of glass.
Richard Brautigan
back to England three centuries ago,
no postage stamps that make letters
travel back until the grave hasn't been dug yet,
and John Donne stands looking out the window,
it is just beginning to rain this April morning,
and the birds are falling into the trees
like chess pieces into an unplayed game,
and John Donne sees the postman coming up the street,
the postman walks very carefully because his cane
is made of glass.
Richard Brautigan
12 März, 2010
06 März, 2010
03 März, 2010
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