30kg Weichseln geerntet. Fälschlicherweise hier unten auch gerne "Reneglodn" gennant.
zeilen wie manager spüren das tagebuchfieber machen mich die welt noch inniger lieben als sonst. auch im neuen stern (wieviel man liest in den ferien!) spürt in der titelgeschichte ein manager etwas. herr hartz, du trägst das gewicht der welt, ich bin nicht würdig, dass du eingehst unter mein dach.
nun ja, es hat verlässlich um die 30 grad, jedes mitglied der spanischen fußballjugendmannschaft verspachtelt zum frühstück 6 croissants plus vier schinkentoasts, mein rücken pellt sich, der spiegel, den man sonst ja nie vollständig liest, ist das mittelschichtäquivalent von testosterongepeitschten dickeneierspacken (sehr lächerlich, sehr fuchtelnd, sehr sprachungewandt), ulrich seidls hundstage in wegen brüllender hitze verwachten nächten anzusehen macht lustige sachen mit dem emotionalen, frau paprotta soll sich das noch einmal überlegen, morgen die 50 k tour, & körper sind eine faszinierende sache (carbon unit: to quote günter hack)
The morning of the equinox Begins with brassy clouds and cocks. All the inn's shutters clatter wide Upon fair Umbria. Twitching at my side You burrow in sleep like a red fox.
Mostly these weeks we toss all night, we touch By accident. The heat! The food! Groggily aware of spots that itch I curse the tiny creatures which Have flecked our mended sheets with blood.
At noon in a high wind, to bell and song, Upon the shoulders of the throng, The gilt bronze image of St. So-and-So Heaves precipitously along. Worship has worn away his toe,
Nevertheless the foot, thrust forward, dips Again, again, into its doom of lips And tears, a vortex of black shawls, Garlic, frankinscense, Popery, festivals Held at the moon's eclipse,
As in their trance the faithful pass On to piazza and café. We go deliberately the other way Through the town gates, lie down in grass. But the wind howls, the sky turns color-of-clay.
The time for making love is done. A far off, sulphur-pale facade Gleams and goes out. It is as though by one Flash of lightning all things made Had glimpsed their maker's heart, read and obeyed.
Back on our bed of iron and lace We listen to the loud rain fracture space, And let at first each other's hair Be lost in gloom, then lips, then the whole face. If either speaks the other does not hear.
For a decade love has rained down On our two hearts, instructing them In a strange bareness, that of weathered stone. Thinking how bare our hearts have grown I do not know if I feel pride or shame.
The time has passed to go and eat. Has it? I do not know. A beam of light Reveals you calm but strangely white. A final drop of rain clicks in the street. Somewhere a clock strikes. It is not too late
To set out dazed, sit side by side In the one decent restaurant. The handsome boy who has already tried To interest you (and been half-gratified) Helps us to think of what we want.
I do not know - have I ever known? - Unless concealed in the next town, In the next image blind with use, a clue, A worn path, points the long way round back to The springs we started out from. Sun
Weaker each sunrise reddens that slow maze So freely entered. Now come days When lover and beloved know That love is what they are and where they go.
Each learns to read at length the other's gaze.
(James Merrill)
knec.ht wäre noch frei. Muss ich das haben? Schon, gell.
The sun shines high above The sounds of laughter The birds swoop down upon The crosses of old grey churches We say that we're in love While secretly wishing for rain Sipping coke and playing games
September's here again September's here again
The Code of the Geeks v3.12
mine:
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