Tiny

 the wee things I love.

Have a marvellous 2021

Confusing

 the categories, thinking that by the how the why is also answered

researching and/or reasoning

Gigantic

 the friendly, artistic, motley giant

Igniting

innocent though full of knowledge, experience and understanding

Wobbly

losing the point of balance ever more because it gets obscured by negligible distractions

manipulative modernity

Plopp

 Bubbles do have this habit of bursting eventually, but sometimes they just might float on some pond in the setting sun.

magic

Halo

something to lose and gain by sharing it

let it shine

Trust

flowing like the blood in my veins

Evangelium

don't panic

Betrachtung

 in loving meditation and observation

maybe guided but never judged

Singularity

 at any given point, at any given time

Birth

foremost - before it got complicated on every level and a pawn for manipulation - a gift

Munchie

 

sometimes you're made to swallow your pride, chew well before

don't choke

Gaudete

 feel even free to see the ridiculousness of the situation

and laugh

Don't be so beastly serious.

A Hard Day's Night

yet anticipating the fruits and feeling pure for it

Confound

 the red confinement or any other

Winterfire

the sheer beauty of colour enclosed in paint

 

get into the flow

Just Like This

 Creatio ex Nihilo

an act of will

emergency

Simplicity

 just doing it, not being, is sometimes the most courageous impossibility

Dripping

 like those empty bottles of wine, where the wax of  candles has formed a solid coating

very popular in the 1970s

Twisting

 there needs to be some joy, right now

Gobsmacked

a very warm feeling starting to float in induced by sudden unexpected signs of affection

Porcelain

 pretty, nervously delicate and carried off by any wind

I do not want to cut myself on that shard

Misericordia

especially for those who are most in need

 

 

which are seldom the victims only

I Can't Be Bothered

to stop making sense.

 

I love laughter far too much...

Let It Happen

Either through passivity getting to the verge of (re-)action or activity letting it go.

 

female or male

Well...

 at times, there's scarcely any telling if it is

Just when Raimund told us about this painting of an adolescent that meant nothing in particular to him, but nevertheless inspired a poet whom he was accompanying.

Framing

What good is it to change the frame if you do not like the picture?! Just changing the frame will only serve to affirm it. Vice versa if you do not like the frame but root for the picture, let this not turn you off. 

 

Convention should never beat matter.

Contemplation

 a passiveness that isn't passive, but somehow connected

 

partially impartial, very much needed, in need of a home or foundation that only a few institutions are able and willing to provide

Heavenly

 when the boy is so beautiful that he always gets mistaken for a girl, even at fifteen, and he gets called an angel though or because he has dyed his hair green

the green-haired putto

Mysterious

 full and frank for all to see, hear, touch and smell

resolvedly unresolved

Act-ually

 the constant - transformation

changes

Backdrop

 authentic maybe, but there is also the cultural hinterlands that only few are able to leave or understand

so what actually ever is

Radical

radix   radish  root

always signifying something at the core, something one needs hold on to under all circumstances, lest one would wither

Small Blue Thing II

the moment when one tries to learn Czech online and suddenly realises while translating a phrase  that there must be somebody with a similar taste in music -

"Today I am a small blue thing"

Observing

 

the lookout outlook

Because Time

 could feel like something to waste these days, though there's so much to do even now

Schöpfen

 Creating

 

 

all the while getting more dirty and loving it

 

dirt and soil

Pas

 the steps we will or might take

Either And

 or and

because life is too beautiful to waste it to norms

Authentic Antics

How we came to believe that bad acting was authenticity.

 

Lies replacing art, artfulness artistry.

 

scripted reality

On Running After Things

 So propelled  by the heavy wind this lonesome trolley was moving quite fast towards the busy street, when a woman got hold of it and turning to me uttered: "This would have been very expensive!" And we both laughed.

Human(e) Condition

 starting to heal once we start not to take ourselves so beastly pompously seriously

Suddenly

 When the thinking has been much and plenty

talk talk

creative action might come to the rescue

What Love Makes One Do

 the scratches and bruises

the silliness and laughter

Trust

 something actual 

an active act

 

 

action 

Ascension

 the slightly crooked one

by chance walking in from the busy street into the churche's wide space while the organ starts playing

Out of Necessity

 after the "Durchbruch" (break through) there probably will follow the "Aufbruch" (departure, yet also the possible beginning of something new)

breaking open of the shell

the revelation

Durchbruch

 break through yet without shattering anything but the outlook

reborn

By Chance

 it just might grow there, right