literary rhapsodies, emotional outbursts, bad puns and creative output from a slightly distracted and highly disturbed mind with a big heart and an occasionally dark sense of humour
DISCLAIMER: I simply wanted to post this late night sketch with a few words and then a few became many. Whoops. I remember when I watched Babe, one of my all time favourites, for the very first time, on a VHS cassette. Babe, the brave and heroic shepherd pig with a heart of gold –…
An edible stop motion production.
I have a stupid cold and so I am in the bath tub with poison ivy green menthol and eucalyptus essence or chained to the bed (or rather couch, since I prefer to sit out my illnesses and diseases there) and furthermore so, I am incredibly bored. I tried being productive and read some of…
Mikhail Bulgakov, THE HEART OF A DOG, Harvill Press, 1999 I stumbled upon this beautiful edition outside an antique book store right across the street from the theatre and simply had to buy it. Look at the cover and the author-protagonist-correlation! To all the Nepper, Schlepper and Bauernfänger out there: I can easily be fooled…
A movie night with Leo and the Joker or: how a pun got lost in translation and has been bothering me ever since. It’s the hot topic of late 2019, the second fashionable clown after Pennywise and despite the title serious business no laughing matter: Todd Philipp’s [btw, if you read Todd, don’t you automatically…
Could be me, to be honest, but comes from non other than one of the greatest German composers: J O H A N N E S B R A H M S 1833-1897 Johannes Brahms. The all-time bachelor with a beard and belly so mighty even Santa Clause envies it. More than 200 songs, concert…
Last semester at FernUni Hagen was all about Großstadtliteratur (urban literature? Metropolitan literature? Eh, books about big city life. You get it.) and provided me with a huge collection of extracts and excerpts from the finest authors from the turn of the 19th/20th century. I’ve read some Rilke and some Raabe, the whole fivehundredsomething pages…
It was one of those humid days when the atmopshere gets confused. Sitting on the porch, you could feel it: the air wishing it was water. Photo: Ryan McGinley, Deep Creek (Hot Springs), 2005 Quote: Jeffrey Eugenides – Middlesex