Ghosts


„Some ghosts never even get into your house, they are so busy howling at the windows.“

 

(Jonathan Lethem: Motherless Brooklyn)

 


King Crimson


Death seed blind man’s greed
Poets‘ starving children bleed
Nothing he’s got he really needs
Twenty first century schizoid man

 

(King Crimson: 21st Century Schizoid Man)


Charme


„You know what charm is: a way of getting the answer yes without having asked any clear question“.

 

(Albert Camus)


The Race Was Won By Running Slowly


WE USED TO KNOW

Whenever I get to feel this way,
try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
we used to know.

Nights of winter turn me cold —
fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won
by running slowly.

Could be soon we’ll cease to sound,
slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds,
we used to know.

Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
giving way to fruitful years.

Saving up the birds in hand
while in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
says it’s time to go.

Each to his own way I’ll go mine.
Best of luck with what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
we used to know.

 

(Jethro Tull, 1969)


Alice hinter den Spiegeln...


„Das kann ich nicht glauben!“ sagte Alice.
„Nein?“ sagte die Königin mitleidig.

„Versuche es noch einmal: Tief Luft holen, Augen zu.“
Alice lachte. „Ich brauche es gar nicht zu versuchen“, sagte sie,
„Etwas Unmögliches kann man nicht glauben.“

„Du wirst darin eben noch nicht die richtige Übung haben“, sagte die Königin.
„In deinem Alter habe ich täglich eine halbe Stunde darauf verwendet.
Zuzeiten habe ich vor dem Frühstück bereits bis zu sechs unmögliche Dinge geglaubt.“

 

Aus: Alice hinter den Spiegeln, Lewis Caroll |  © Foto: Wikipedia.commons