Blah Blah Blah

I'd love to listen to whatever as long as you've got a story to tell.

But mostly those people I'd love to listen to so very, very much, remain silent.

Please, please, feel free and at ease...

This could just be the utter meaning of life...understanding parley.

Yet another term is inspiration.

Vir

There is something rising and raising.

It's all but a matter of perspective...

Eyes

I simply love them and I definitely like actors who know how to use them.

Sometimes there is this certain spark that drives me mad.

Beautiful mirrors of the soul.

Here's looking at you....

The Human Scale

I consider it quite a blessing to have grown up and more basically have been living in a village for most of my life.

The spire and not a very huge one has always been the tallest building.

Thus it came to be when I was living in the city some buildings, especially the recent ones growing ever taller into the sky, seemed like giants lurking over the city and its streets of houses.

Imagine that.

PS: Barnadine's Straw

On yet another level it would be incredibly cruel to create a character, to breathe life into him, simply for the singular purpose of having his head.

Maybe, just maybe a comment on some Calvinist believes.

Barnadine's Straw

Even such a great juggler of fates like Shakespeare is sometimes not able to have his characters enact their destined fate.

Like Michael Pennington points out in his lecture "Barnadine's Straw: The Devil in Shakespeare's Detail", Shakespeare is unable to have Barnadine executed instead of  Claudio in Measure for Measure. Barnadine simply refuses to play along and Shakespeare has to come up with a different solution, or rather head.

Headstrong ;)!

There's Less Will in Will

or why prefer Shakespeare to Goethe, although I'm German.

The thing that really turns me off regarding Goethe is that he is very verbose in his plays. Probably because he wants to show off his artistry, thereby displaying his Kunstwille/ artistic will. Once I sat down to watch an unshortened performance of Faust II and after just a few minutes into Helen's unabbreviated lamentations about Menelaus' intentions, I wished that he would kill her immediately.

In contrast I once attended an unshortened performance of Hamlet, that lasted from 5pm until almost 11 pm including two intervals. And I was as alert at the end as at the beginning and everything just fell in place.

In Shakespeare everything flows quite naturally,  whereas in Goethe one also senses the enormous endeavour, his artistic will.

I wonder if being too verbose in order to be not misunderstood is a German trait.

A year ago I had a discussion about a book, "Er ist wieder da", featuring a resurrected Adolf Hitler - btw a wonderful satire that is so good that it scared me. My disputant, who did not like it at all, was complaining about the fact that it had to be Hitler who came back to comment on present-day Germany and not somebody like Immanuel Kant. I retorted that if somebody ventured to copy Kant's style it could never be a satire and people would grow pretty tired reading his style. His view that even Kant must take a breath every once a while, I could not share. Maybe there's the rub, some people never seem to breathe at all ;).

Only applies to Shakespeare ;)!