As I was thinking about elsewhere today I realised it’s something different for everybody…and that one of my favorite 2008 albums was called St. Elsewhere…there’s a song that makes me happy on there & since my head is too full with other stuff for my exams to write, I’d like to share this fantastic live version with you:
Archive | January, 2009
Abendlied
24 JanToday my heart is with my granpa, who is my hero and the smartest, well-read, brave man I know. He is very old and not doing well and my heart is breaking because I can’t be with him right now.
I pray to God that I get to see him again to hold his hand and I keep thinking of a letter he sent me a couple of years ago, containing the words to ‘Abendlied’ by Matthias Claudius
It is used as a lullaby here in Germany but is actually a very beautiful prayer about the beauty of life and our inability to understand anything without faith.
Der Mond ist aufgegangen,
Die goldnen Sternlein prangen
Am Himmel hell und klar;
Der Wald steht schwarz und schweiget,
Und aus den Wiesen steiget
Der weiße Nebel wunderbar.
Wie ist die Welt so stille,
Und in der Dämmrung Hülle
So traulich und so hold!
Als eine stille Kammer,
Wo ihr des Tages Jammer
Verschlafen und vergessen sollt.
Seht ihr den Mond dort stehen?
Er ist nur halb zu sehen,
Und ist doch rund und schön!
So sind wohl manche Sachen,
Die wir getrost belachen,
Weil unsre Augen sie nicht sehn.
Wir stolze Menschenkinder
Sind eitel arme Sünder
Und wissen gar nicht viel;
Wir spinnen Luftgespinste
Und suchen viele Künste
Und kommen weiter von dem Ziel.
Gott, laß uns dein Heil schauen,
Auf nichts Vergänglichs trauen,
Nicht Eitelkeit uns freun!
Laß uns einfältig werden
Und vor dir hier auf Erden
Wie Kinder fromm und fröhlich sein!
Wollst endlich sonder Grämen
Aus dieser Welt uns nehmen
Durch einen sanften Tod!
Und, wenn du uns genommen,
Laß uns in Himmel kommen,
Du unser Herr und unser Gott!
So legt euch denn, ihr Brüder,
In Gottes Namen nieder;
Kalt ist der Abendhauch.
Verschon uns, Gott! mit Strafen,
Und laß uns ruhig schlafen!
Und unsern kranken Nachbar auch!
Liebeslied
23 JanSorry to those of you who only speak English… I wrote this a long time ago and it just doesn’t feel right translating it.
It was apparently the spur of a very happy moment (but I can’t remember).
Du bist Sonne, die durch grüne Blätter strahlt
kleine Flecken voller Wärme
die durch den ganzen Körper laufen
und mir ein Lächeln ins Gesicht zaubern
ich bin eine Wolke mit der Du spielst
wir sehen so schön aus
wenn wir uns aneinander schmiegen
Du bist ein Windhauch silbern und leise
ich bin ein Blatt und tanze mit Dir
nur zusammen bemerkt man uns
wenn man schaut
und hört unser stilles Lied
lets go bad taste, shall we?
22 JanGood morning Ladies and Gentlemen!
From the creators of ‘Dick in a box’ here’s another musical masterpiece starring JT and two dudes that look a lot like the people at certain clubs in Berlin. Enjoy ‘J*zz in my pants’:
mashed potato
21 JanShe was making lists in her head when she left the house. She was determined to get it all done, a.s.a.p., and be that disciplined version of herself she lost a couple of months ago.
No wait, she thought to herself, that was actually more than a year ago.
She couldn’t quite remember when or why exactly it had gone away, it was more like a slow fade-out of the person she had worked so hard to be.
Looking back now it seemed to her like she had just given herself a little time off, to relax – cause she deserved it.
At some point she wasn’t so sure anymore whether she still deserved it or if her credit for that had been used up and she was going into debt.
Lately she would wake up, feeling a wave of discipline and wanting to ride it like she was a surfer – she had never surfed, nor did she want to, but she liked the image nevertheless – she’d start cleaning up, herself and her apartment, arranging things, paying bills, eating eggwhite omeletts and buying things she felt would be essential for the comeback of her discipline.
She would think very far ahead, so far she sometimes forgot what brought her there.
But then the wave would die away some time around 3.30 in the afternoon.
Just like that all these very undisciplined thoughts were creeping up on her. She was battling herself, the thoughts, the laziness, the chocolate.
The chocolate and the laziness really weren’t the issue. She had always been able to handle them – but the thoughts! The thoughts made it impossible not to give in to the rest. Rest. That’s what she should do! Rest and think, just until tomorrow.
The thoughts were strange, at first theoretical and abstract, but shortly after they filled her with a sweet aching feeling of home.
They started with one word. The word grew, grew into an image – melting like Dali’s time, lurking until eventually it had something to do with her.
The word wasn’t big, or important or deep – no, it was small and meaningless most of the time.
Potato soup. Yolk. Flower pot. Paperback. Horseradish. Cotton undies.
Often they had something to do with food, and that was part of the reason they were so dangerous.
Icing, she would think, picturing a very small cupcake with confetti sprinkles that came in a box of six from Publix. Box of six from Publix she would think,
that’s a lot of x’es. I never use that many x’es.
The cupcake would then somehow come to her in her imagination, the icing looking just right, creamy and a little grainy, waiting to touch her senses in whatever way it could.
Yes, the cupcake had intentions. Intentions to make her feel good, like a lover or a very well-meaning friend. The icing was making her happy just being close.
Comfort would spread all through her body, her hands and shoulders relaxed like the icing caressed her gently, leaving a sugary sweet smell lingering in her nose. Pure bliss.
There must be other people who love the icing as much and her imagination wandered, melting with reality. The confetti sprinkles were flying all over the place like pretty rose petal autumn leaves.
People were walking around, happily carrying their cupcakes and feeding each other, laughing when the icing stuck to their nose.
She felt like she was floating in a candy snowglobe and love was somewhere in close proximity, just behind the sprinkle drizzle.
She would picture the man who adored the icing the same way she did.
Usually it would be the owner of the little restaurant around the corner which she started going to around the same time she lost her self control.
He had a girlfriend and probably liked cheese better than icing, but in the snowglobe it didn’t matter.
Gruyere and icing went quite well toghether there, like goat cheese and fig mustard or honey.
The feeling inside her would be breathtaking at this point, befuddling her senses until everything was warm and tingling and she couldn’t feel her eyes anymore.
A glorious fusion of molten cheese and icing. Peanutbutter, she would think, and the whole thing was about to turn orgiastic.
This can not happen anymore she decided as she was making her list.
She had spent far too many afternoons on her sofa, lost in daydreams about being embraced by food or velvet curtains.
Velvet curtains the color of beetroot.
Metropoloneliness Pt II
21 JanHa. I’m NOT the only one…here is the only slightly less depressing video!
Let a sista get her talk on.
21 JanSo I thought me being Shaniqua was funny. So I hated Tyra Banks with an undying passion. So I thought Debra Wilson was at her best doing Oprah.
Oh no she didn’t!…You neeeeeeeeed to give a sista some credit. Oh yeah.
Be prepared to laugh your ass off.
what’s in my heart today
21 JanI wrote this a while ago, moved by the feeling of losing someone. It is one of the few things I feel I do not have to revise a couple of months later, exactly 4 months to be precise…it don’t matter where I am, it stays the same. Tonight it is true just as it will be tomorrow though the motivation changes. Thank you for inspiring me, you know who you are.
i am the last person you’d expect this from. i’m the crazy tattooed chick. time to drop your prejudice. for good. somewhere someone in this world is breathing their last breath as you are reading this. young, old, sick or healthy.
i am incapable of grasping how somebody i knew, somebody who was very much alive and breathing the last time i saw them, can just stop existing. hadn’t it been on the news i never would have known.
i have been confronted with death ever since my mother passed and everyday i am terrified of losing someone or seeing someone i like losing a loved one. time runs and we are too small to understand. we are tiny and unimportant, yet if you pay attention every moment of every day your mood changes because of the tiniest encounters…a text, a song, a call, a smile, a piece of chocolate, a moment of silence, a tear in someone else’s eye. they are all important to you in this life today and maybe for years to come. at this point, once more i realize the only way for me to live life without being overwhelmed by the pain and joy it brings, is to have faith.
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The Lord is my Shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’ sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:
For thou art with me; Thy rod and thy staff, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies;
Thou annointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Lord forever.
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no matter if i know you well, you are my closest friend or someone i just met: you are in my heart and you have changed my life-
if only the slightest bit, for a minute, a look on your face, a thought or even a fight that i’ve grown from.
God bless you.
no bitch-ass shit, motherfuckers!
20 JanI saw this phrase written somewhere and now I am thinking about getting it tattooed. Not really, but it’s definitely my phrase of the day.
Now if you are bored check out my new agency: www.agentur-schwanenberg.de
Kissesssssssssss
