poetry
Es wird immer alles in Ordnung sein,
die Sterne oben, das Erdreich unten,
dazwischen Licht und Luft
und Lebewesen aller Art,
die einander konsumieren oder
nur begehren. Immer macht
irgendeiner draus ne große
Geschichte oder ein Gedicht,
und die Sterne sind oben,
das Erdreich unten und
daziwschen Licht und Luft
und ab und an Musik.
Helmut Krausser
aus: Glutnester
be the sky/not the clouds.
an den fernen Geliebten
13.3.2023
too busy for feeling
too numbed for sensing
to egoic for flow
why not become
foolish/
permeable/
real
...?
if the sun manages to kiss you
somebody else might, too
if a tune opens up something inside
the voice of your lover will, too
if a verse tears down the wall
between you
and
the world/
me/
beauty-
indeed you are vulnerable.
from afar
27. Februar 2023
the cold is back/
even snow/
my longing for spring/
covered by doubts and fears.
how to endure more winter.
from afar/
I hear my blood pulsing/
beneath the earth/
under my skin/
underneath my crusted self.
the flowers in the temple of my heart/
are evergreen/ ever blossoming.
where is the door?
who wants to enter?
who is the lover
who the beloved?
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don´t cry
-the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids´flutter which says
we are for each other: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life´s not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
E.E.Cummings
dos à dos
J’écris mon chant/ je chante mon vers/
pensant à toi/
es-tu capable de me lire?
De déchiffrer mes sons, mes mots, mes rêves?
Je t’écoute chanter /
portant ton âme sur mon coeur/
ta musique dans mes oreilles.
Rien n’est vraiment loin/
meme en ne se voyant pas/
sans se toucher/
les amoureux secrets se tiennent dos à dos.
Never seek to tell thy love
Never seek to tell thy love
Love that never told can be
for the gentle wind doth move
silently, invisibly.
I told my love, I told my love
I told her all my heart
Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears.
Ah! she did depart!
Soon after she was gone from me
a traveller came by
Silently, invisibly:
He took her with a sigh.
William Blake
William Blake: Love's Secret, spoken by José Barros: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QN3u2E3Ks18
waiting for the snow to melt
waiting for the snow to melt/
waiting for the butterfly to spread its wings/
waiting for the colours to come back/
I long for my beloved to return/
why would he make me wait that long?
spring shall come/come again/
come!
anything therefore is a delight
(....)our poetry now/ is the realization that we possess nothing/anything therefore is a delight (since we do not possess it)/ and thus/need not fear its loss. We need not destroy the past; it is gone. At any moment/it might reappear/
and seem to be /and /be the present./would it be a repetition?Only if we thought we owned it, but / since we don't / it is free /and/ so are we.(...)
john cage
John Cage's text is a program, a Zen philosophy in a nutshell, a poetically written call not to hold on..not to things, not to people, not to the feelings that interweave us with everything that was or is a part of our lives.
Freedom, what is freedom? Is that desirable, to be so free? Who can stand it? To be able to entrust ourselves to the flow of life, to become more free of fear, that is what I wish for all of us.
The pulsating, the flowing, the bubbling....
the ebb, the flood..the wind or storm, a gentle breeze...a desert, a nothingness..a snowy landscape, a frozen stream...the spring meadow, buds that open, a blossoming...and fade away again.
A steep mountain, an elongated plain, a horizon that opens...clouds and starry nights..the departure and the return home.
We can meet all this openly...without the impulse to flee, without the desire to remain.
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John Cages Text ist ein Programm, eine Zen Philosophie in a nutshell, ein poetisch verfasster Aufruf, nicht festzuhalten..nicht an den Dingen, nicht an Menschen, nicht an den Gefühlen, die uns mit allem verweben, das ein Teil unseres Lebens war oder ist...
Freiheit, was ist Freiheit? Ist das wünschenswert, so frei zu sein? Wer hält das aus? Sich dem Lebensfluss anvertrauen zu können, angstfreier zu werden, das wünsche ich uns allen.
Das Pulsieren, das Strömen, das Brodeln...
die Ebbe, die Flut..der Wind oder Sturm, eine laue Brise...eine Wüste, ein Nichts..eine Schneelandschaft, ein erstarrter Bach.. die Frühlingswiese, Knospen, die sich öffnen, ein Aufblühen...und wieder vergehen.
Ein steiler Berg, eine langgezogene Ebene, ein Horizont, der sich öffnet...Wolken und sternklare Nächte..das Aufbrechen und das Heimkehren.
All dem können wir offen begegnen ... ohne den Impuls zu fliehen, ohne den Wunsch zu verharren.
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