old actors play old people. they know how to ask, is realism a thing?, ... continue reading
Month: Jul 2021
confession of a poet
if life is a fatal sexually transmitted disease then i am nothing ... continue reading
even if i dive into jordan
i was born with a broken heart. it gave me a rather dubious gift of visibility, the label of unfitness ... continue reading
a wise man a tergo
poetry written by life has the best punch lines. like this furious tirade ... continue reading
the age of extinction
i have seen people kill themselves without dying, some elderly, some simply old and all just tired. each ... continue reading
on what we lacked
regretting leaving my hermitage for collegium maius, i do not curse you but the drowsiness of the lecture ... continue reading
the last will of a humanist
the winter of my birth gave me my first breath of cold air and nature ... continue reading
a splinter of ice in my heart
born from one womb, i have as many mothers as memories. countless ... continue reading
point of view
i can understand the feelings of flat earthers. it is a matter of sense of justice. because ... continue reading
an echo of old sentiments
my first unforgettable experience as an emigrant was bewilderment at the sight of churches turned into ... continue reading
the roots
my mother once told me that she had some distant jewish ancestors, but that ... continue reading
the reasons for not being funny
when i think about the reasons for being funny at three in the morning, i know that i will regret it if only for the lack of sleep because it is the middle ... continue reading
the reasons for being funny
sometimes i whistle christmas carols in july. for two reasons. i like cheerful tunes and i am always amused to see ... continue reading
the crowing of the cock of gaul
when i read an old german jew, i shudder. he knew the power of words, and some of his own ... continue reading
on sunday, the fourth of july
i have heard my body replaces all cells every seven years, so i am a newborn man then. ... continue reading
a self-imposed abomination
if i had caught myself stranded in a cheerful disposition, i would have found this inconvenience ... continue reading
the proviso of halfness
sometimes i think of a man with an alarm clock in his pocket, hurrying to catch another day ... continue reading
a bit of a dandy
i wear plain t-shirts made of washed out stains of a faded past, a fabric that makes the guanaco look cheap like upland cotton. ... continue reading
hidden pilcrow 