May you be blessed, the long-expected spring!

16 10 2017

May you be blessed, this long-expected spring!

With your full-flowing unexpected brooks,

Your rustles, chirring, breaths and flap of wings,

And your concealed, confused and ardent looks.


May it be played in sharp and major keys

Your inexplicable and sparkling soul,

Your heat of life which longs to be released,

And to the partial prefers the whole.


May you last long, these long-awaited charms.

From underworld you come or from above?

The spell that strengthens me and still disarms:

You are so simple, and your name is love.


It aches

18 09 2017

It aches. Day after day and moment after moment.

This pulsing, bleeding piece of emptiness inside.

Concealed, it crawls into my bed at night

To gnaw, to tear – and go on hide next morning.


I fill it up with tons of songs and actions,

And wear my perfect face, so wise and strong.

I joke my heart out, as if nothing w´re wrong

And die with smile and dream of resurrection.


In-spira-tion (…intensive pleasure of a naked skin…)

24 08 2017

Intensive pleasure of a naked skin,

Hair opened and uncombed,

the wind! oh, finally the air is moving!

Art floods in to my fingers –

I breath at last…

Kranker Baum – und Wyatt in Kurrent

14 08 2017

Ein etwas unausgeglichener Versuch, eine Tuschezeichnung mit einem Text – in diesem Fall „I finde no peace“ von Thomas Wyatt zu kombinieren. Es hätte schöner werden können, und jedoch gefällt mir diese Unruhe und Krankhaftigkeit des Baumes, der auseinander laufenden Zeilen und des Inhaltes.

Der Text des Sonetts, in etwas modernisierten Orthographie, ist hier.



I do not ask… – Aus der Naivitätensammlung

24 07 2017

I do not ask the God to make me strong,

For there’s away to take myself in hand.

And when I make mistakes or do some wrong,

I do not ask Him to protect or to prevent.


I think that Lord has more important deeds,

He has no time to nurse and pamper me.

He knows, he sees, sometimes he even leads –

I don’t divert, I just correct my sins.


Morning Coffee – Aus der Naivitätensammlung

16 06 2017

Motion, motion, minutes flashing,

Glisten’ning, passing – far thee well!

Here you’re born – here rings the bell.

World of boredom, world of passion.


Little time, less use we running,

Winning, failing, flying high,

Falling badly, shining bright –

Darkness scaring, silence stunning.


Never losing, never finding.

Humans? – Silly twirling flock,

Dancing to the Ragnarǿk.

What a circus! Helpless. Funny…


Poor silly me

8 06 2017

Poor silly me, in vain, in vain.

No introspection saves from sorrows,

No use to fight, no use to follow,

So beautiful and silly brain.


So adult and so childish soul,

The Nowhereland of my illusions,

No use to run and no solution –

Poor silly me and that is all.