photoreceptor

(this is one more "non-poem" that i composed in english and german at the same time. so it's really just half of it. it's completely realistic - none of the situations or feelings were invented for poetical purposes.)


1.

this would really make the day of my old friend
sherlock: i can see the letters of the climbing ivy,
the pizza guy’s yappy dog bustling after some rolling
ice cubes, as well as the little pakistani woman

hugging the latest harry potter volume. i can even
see things that are not there, such as garden raspberries
and lacquer footprints on my door-sill (at least
i do not see any, but can see that there are none there)

and the sweat, too, of those that drink too much beer, the books
not bought by the haughty frenchman, and my very
own tears evaporating in the morning mist. it will
be noticed that any wit that may ever have lain

between these lines, has simultaneously oozed away,
a fringe on the flowery carpet of yesterday’s hookah smoke.


2.

i greet as my sister that girl, all in brown,
with her head on her knees: what her locks are viewing
are the sap-green railings and wallings, differently brown,
of the city railway that cuts deep scars into our world.

your cord jacket is facing ninety degrees in the shadow,
and you won’t tell me whether you’re weeping or nodding; my dear,
in this spot of no man’s land between steel and anthills
your skin is from the balkans, and my heart from farther away.

those black centipedes and blinking caterpillars down there
do look rather cute, and hail to the city offering us
to leave it that way. but before that happens, i’ll stand
here till my heart be branded with your name through the soles

and the two of us have found a pub, for a cup of iced clarity
and one helping of sweetness; you and me, we can damn well use some.

and a quote, just by the way:

"you can never go home."

it's true. you freakin' can't, really.

rabbit mail

i would not, in the ordinary course of things, insert advertisements here.

but if you have a really important letter to deliver, send it by rabbit mail. they will deliver in any weather, anywhere, under all conditions, even on weekends.

last sunday was my beloved's birthday, which we were spending far, far out in the countryside. how could anyone get a birthday greeting card to her?
but in the morning, when she was still asleep, this little post-rabbit hopped up to the door with an envelope in his hand, which he handed to me to give to her - he was knowledgeable enough about human matters to trust me. of course i delivered the card, and the recipient, i'm glad to say, was very happy.

i took this little sketch of him sitting out on the lawn, since i believe very few people have ever actually seen, far less talked to, a post-rabbit. let's wish the little guys a lot of success, they really know their job.

Deathly Hallows

yes, i've read the last Harry Potter book.

there are two things i have to say for mrs. J. K. Rowling. she managed to sneak out of quite a few of the impossible contradictions she got tangled up in while writing the first six volumes. still, there are matters she left as dead unclear as they ever were; but then, she might not be aware of these.

and she wrote one chapter that is really good. not just funny and quite entertaining, as some parts of the seven books. but really well written, beautiful, true and to the point.

she has also done her worst to discourage me from reading any books she might write in the future. she made one character of the story give tongue to MY OWN opinion about the plot.

and that person, i regret to say, was Lord Voldemort.

Beavers at their job again

But where are they?