modern leda
seductive the sun wherever she wandered, followed wrack and ruin, light to dark, the sky ever dim. immune to time, she laughed and passed the glade once more hoping for more than is given on this earth...
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more than a few drunken words less than random infidelity silence deep into the winter night rains acid on my stainless heart armies gather, generals scheme africans starve, legions offshored...
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stone steps the comfort of a sixteen-century house. life after war, health after disease and plenty after famine. death in bed as grandparents. the courtyard in the darkness, my bicycle gleams. a small...
View ArticleSelf-censorship: the inner voice and the artist in society
John Cassavetes on creativity: you have to fight every day to stop censoring yourself. and you never have anyone else to blame when you do. what happens to artists is that it’s not that somebody’s...
View ArticleNo Jane Austen Heroines…
No Jane Austen heroines for me all prose and no poetry, reason and norm insistent in every dawn and a faultless sense of society, infallible propriety. I’ll dally to ventilate the tight sphincter which...
View ArticleA Christmas Poem for Anna
The taste of Anna and red wine. So lovely to drink and drink. Somehow without her sweet nectar the wine is not so fine. Also ohne Anna und ohne Wein Muss Mann manchmal leben.
View ArticleEines Unmögliches Schones Mädchen
speaking of molecular biology and reincarnation with an intelligent and lovely scientist, there is another life after this one she insists, dances another one stoned and impossibly beautiful slender...
View ArticleReally Awful Online Poetry Readings
My friends in Austria wonder why I don’t much like to speak English anymore. Not in its current bastardised and crude form. Here’s the missing link.. I’ve rarely heard such awful readings of fine...
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Paean to the Oceans: Dark Side of the Lens
dark side of the lens whales dark side of the lens gulls dark side of the lens diver This film is supposed to be about surfing and underwater photography. For me it is about the sea and it is a paeon...
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Rumi in Flammen: Jochen Ulrich at Landestheater Linz
The stage is a wooden arena, with benches on all sides including one before the audience. Above the arena sits a drummer who immediately begins to beat a large skinned drum. Talented deep rhythms,...
View ArticlePresburg Mirror
So this is how Hans felt before the war. Hitler's voice drones on the radio. A toothbrush in his hands, his eyes in the mirror. Surely, he thought, it won't come to this. Level heads will prevail. Not...
View ArticleTransit Images
Banality of travel, every subway car we’ve all seen in photos: Hong Kong, New York, Moscow, Tokyo, London or Toronto; just a visual fragment is the detritus of modern consciousness, your subway cars...
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