The Good Life

What do you need your luxury to compensate for

"There can be no right life in the wrong one." - Theodor W. Adorno

or

"Great lords have their pleasures, but the people have fun." - Montesquieu

Let's Talk About Beauty

It's a misconception to think that beauty lies mainly in the regularity of a person's features or just on the surface.








So somebody once called me beautiful to my face. In hindsight I'm sure that it was due to my radiation - btw somebody once called me radiant -, for at the time I was feeling pretty marvellous. It transpired.

Du hääss mech aajekieke

Enchanté! The look of covetousness or maybe love...

Remembering the look that Richard Harris gave the young and pretty woman, who was asking him for an autograph at the stage door after a performance of Pirandello's Henry IV in London in September 1990.

Trust

Why would I retort, "I am the walrus" if somebody asks me about an egg man?!
Am I the walrus?!
At least sometimes I'm doing quite weird things like watching movies in a language I do not actually speak, without subtitles, and still it's marvellous to see how much one understands if the actors are really good.
I just want to sit and listen, please tell me for I am a curious person...



O, learn to read what silent love has writ!
To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit. - Sonnet 23, William Shakespeare

The Rest is Silence

...but only at the very end.

There are too many voices I loved, that have fallen silent in the past years. Due to resignation because they being mostly the voices of reason have been shouted down by hate and egomaniacal ignorance. I especially miss my friend Thomas, with whom I had so wonderful discussions that another friend called us poets - though I'm certainly not ;) - even though he is from Kenia and doesn't understand a single word of German.
There is at least one more important lesson to be learned from Jaromír Hanzlík's Cyrano: Never give up, even if the world's ignorance hits you, even if other people gather the fruits of your achievement. Life is indeed only worth living if you go for it.

Genuinely Heartfelt

Pavel and me shaking hands, while he remembered his wife giving birth to their daughter and I remembered giving birth to my first daughter.

Dirt

I love those dirty hands,
those hands that create,
those hands that care,
those hands that won't let you down,
those hands that are there...



On the other hand I do remember my daughter telling me about her teacher, who wouldn't plant his vegetables in  "Dreck" (dirt or soil) like the local dialogue suggest, but rather in "Erde" (soil). The local farmer certainly would smile at this because just like the English translation suggests "Dreck" and "Erde" are sometimes soil and just don't ask what it is made of...