asleep

the forest, asleep
while i walk, while i take
a photo of trees covered
with frozen december dew

a single hour of sun rays
could wake the birds,
could melt the frost
and churn the sky to blue

back home, a line in a printed
interview, stating that i'm
someone else altogether, yet
somehow missed to be that one.

ich bin eigentlich ganz anders
aber ich bin nie dazu gekommen

folding away the newspaper i try
to imagine the tree who gave
its life for this line to be printed,
to be rooted in black on white.
.

solstice

it's winter solstice today. from tomorrow on, the days will grow longer again. how i miss the light. sunrise today was quarter past eight, with sunset arriving at half past four. which filled the day with 8 hours of light and 16 hours of darkness.

may the light return to the world and bring peace~

a definition of time

the exhibition consisted of 560 photos, all placed in one room, sorted in four fields: existence, relationship, desire and time. she went there on a tuesday afternoon, while the sky was a blurry white. the one photo that touched her most was black and white, named "time - a leather raft on the yellow river". she wanted to take a photo of it, but in this room of photography, taking photos was not allowed. so she just wrote down the words.
outside, the sky had turned to colour by the time she walked out of the one room again. on impulse, she tried a revolving door that belonged to the first floor. it lead to an inside square, then on to a stairway. up on the roof terrace, there was a chair, placed as if waiting for someone to visit it in the chill of December. time is a sole chair in front of a blue sky, she said, and went to get her jacket.

found wisdom

Zen Blogger’s Manifesto

Do not follow in the footsteps of others,
seek what they sought and make your own footsteps.

Write not for others, as there are too many.
Write for yourself, as there is only one.

Subtract before you add.
Listen more than you speak.

Give more than you take.
Make but do not measure.

If you want to change the world,
love someone.

From sellsius via gaping void via small ponderings.

soft tags

monday morning. downstairs, there are new windows. installed to keep out the cold. some of them come with a structured surface, to also keep views out. what i didn't know: depending on the outside light, they also induce light effects, like these twin cubes of light on a pastel ground. upstairs, on my computer, there are new windows, too. the new version of the Internet Explorer is installed. it comes with more fonds, bringing out more of the personality of websites.

and since this morning, there's a third row of windows: NoTellMotel will feature a series of poems this week that i wrote in summer: rag tag crush & co. there will be one new poem per day, Monday to Friday, the page is: NoTellMotel. the first poem is "rag tag". which made me finally look up "tag" in a dictionary, and find that it's a word of 32 meanings. i love words like that. tag tag. and for the trigonometry of the list, and the week, a 33th meaning: in German, Tag means: day.

footprints of mars

• hardball :: soft touch
• sleepless :: in seattle
• graduation :: rise to the task
• presents :: pasts
• toe :: footprint
• lotion :: skin
• snicker :: mars
• eve :: adam
• investment :: $
• pain :: killer

- unconscious mutterings, week 202

frameless

sunday came and went, leaving her longing for the freshness of snow skies, for the way clouds can come and curl, can cover the now in a frameless blanket. one day, she said, and went to bed, to return to the dream she had while staying on the island of fire, this dream about flying.

- Photo Friday, challenge "freshness"

recent publications

my recent publications include a stairway encounter, two neuronal poems, structures that peace & an experimental essay on borders :

Harlequin - a stairway encounter, to be found between anticipation and apparitions in juked

rave & 359 degrees - two neuronal poems, included in a virtual void

Structures that Peace - a reflection, online in the"Knowledge and Growth" issue of Sage of Consciousness

Defining Lines - an experimental essay on borders, featured in dogmatika

the extended version of this list is up here: list of publications

stillness

stillness is the green tune
of a singular palm tree
growing like a poem
out of silent stone

- Photo Friday, challenge "Stillness"