Sich an den eigenen Haaren aus den Sumpf ziehen / Pull Yourself Up by Your Bootstraps

 A Ballade of Suicide

by G.K. Chesterton

The gallows in my garden, people say,
Is new and neat and adequately tall;
I tie the noose on in a knowing way
As one that knots his necktie for a ball;
But just as all the neighbours–on the wall–
Are drawing a long breath to shout “Hurray!”
The strangest whim has seized me. . . . After all
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
To-morrow is the time I get my pay–
My uncle’s sword is hanging in the hall–
I see a little cloud all pink and grey–
Perhaps the rector’s mother will not call– I fancy that I heard from Mr. Gall
That mushrooms could be cooked another way–
I never read the works of Juvenal–
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
The world will have another washing-day;
The decadents decay; the pedants pall;
And H.G. Wells has found that children play,
And Bernard Shaw discovered that they squall,
Rationalists are growing rational–
And through thick woods one finds a stream astray
So secret that the very sky seems small–
I think I will not hang myself to-day.
Prince, I can hear the trumpet of Germinal,
The tumbrils toiling up the terrible way;
Even to-day your royal head may fall,
I think I will not hang myself to-day.

So II

"Is it the howl of the devil or a sound divine."

Conditio Humana

So

who is to be blamed

Of late a friend has unwittingly reminded me of Karl May and because of this, something happened. I told him, for after all he is to be blamed:

"I have to pick some little bone, because of this (post) I rewatched Winnetou I and now it's me counting the cost. As a child I certainly rooted for Winnetou, but this time around it is Old Shatterhand. Well, actually I watched with my mouth gaping and marvelled: What the hell is he doing there?! How can you feel and express such hellish delight and lust for life, while somebody with a cleaver is hunting you down and how is somebody able to depict this (quite paradox emotion)? Well thanks a lot anyway."

Once the appeal is there, I have to look deeper into the matter by the way...

Shalishalilala

Detox Danny (en de Dirks)

Detox Danny (and the Dirks)

Because my husband's name is Dirk ;)

We are Detox Danny and the Dirks
We are the worst showband of all circusses

The Awful Rowing to God

...


Then there was life
with it’s cruel houses
and people who seldom touched –
though touch is all –
...

but I am rowing, I am rowing,
though the wind pushes me back
and I know that that island will not be perfect,
it will have the flaws of life, 
the absurdities of the dinner table,
but there will be a door
and I will open it
and I will get rid of the rat inside of me, 
the gnawing pestilential rat.
God will take it with his two hands
and embrace it.

...


excerpts from ROWING by Anne Sexton

Shalalala

überdrüssig - there is a weariness that comes from too much, especially consuming too much, and this is the saddest of all

Yet certainly there is a cure.

GIVE!

A Leap of Faith II

Lebensfreude 

joie de vivre

zest for life

my sweet darlings

Shalalala