smelling the queen of pain

smelling the day

smelling the tholian web encircling the inner wrath

smelling the dish pointing at the little black spot in the sun today

smelling the wet stones on the dry grass in the wild forest at the desert sea

smelling the other way

there was no smell this day of the year

smelling the light et the begging of a nutterfly

smelling a progression in time dilation

smelling an a or a ann

smelling a skope of misspelling

smelling the tuna

smelling the mountains on venus

smelling the self-baked ..... disaster

smelling the fake ....

smelling the sun rise

listening to the first smell

listening to the last word

listening to human reaction

listening to the stars collapsing

listening to the birds cry

listening to induced sleep apnea

listening to self-deluded crap

listening to those watchers

listening doesn't always ...

listening to somewhere

listening to wings flattering themself

not listening

listening

listening to her sound

listening to words never uttered

listening to that stupid voice in my head

listening to milk flower

listening to the music fading forward

listening to the hell sinking

listening to the water fall

Due to a mental hiccup, some images might appear twice to the beholder's eye.

If worries arise, please consult the nearest optometrist or bonesetter.

Have a nice day.

Greetings to the soft ice....

listening to those half-hearted epiphanies

listening to night songs

listening to the wind blow, twice

Fourteen years and counting.

listening to a ship blowing up

listening to the hair

listening to the tears falling

listening to tongue in cheek

listening to the ice fading away

listening to their yawns

listening to the glass falling to pieces

listening to the funny birds

view from not far away

Concluding this month weeks before it happens, I look back and feel no regret anymore. It seems simpler from far away than it was when it was close.

But it is still not closed.

view from the outside in

view from beneath

view from walking down the stairs

view from a similar photograph

view from a reciprocal distance

view from a heightened place

view from the sidewalk of trash

view from a dog waiting for a cat

view from the auditorium

view from the first light

view from a cuckoo

view from the telly

view from the future

view from one day not before

view from a five year old schoolboy or -girl or -dog or -cat

view from a hidden place .... a bush

view from caprica

view from in between no legs

view from a drive by

view from a parallel universe

view from .....

view from anywhere

This is the is the last day in this century that can be described with single digits, but not the last to describe anything else.

It's just a little bit more difficult.

view from another mountain

view from the inside of a moving, snow covered car

view from snow covered roof, obviously

view from a moving car

view from outside the inside

view from down under

view from that city in the south

view from some kind of crane for concert halls

view from the inside

view from down there

view from above

view from a night shift

view from the morning cigarette

tomorrow will be like may

Only 11% of this medium are used right now, so tomorrow, the 22nd, another 5 will be added.
But should I go to 100%? Shouldn't I just leave it alone?





Glimpses from Chicago.




Glimpses from today.

in between moments

Carrying on a torch that should have been extinguished by now.

But who cares.....

something is coming

in Berlin at the beginning of every month, and two years sober now.

Life fucks you sideways, doesn't it?

Licht und Schatten

Schwarz ihre Brauen,
Weiß ihre Brust,
Klein mein Vertrauen,
Groß doch die Lust.

Schwatzhaft mit Blicken,
Schweigend den Zung,
Alt das Mißglücken,
Wunsch immer jung;

Arm, was ich brachte,
Reich meine Lieb;
Warm, was ich dachte,
Kalt, was ich schrieb.


Franz Grillparzer



With this poem, I read a while ago, I start off this old blogging of mine with a finally grammatically correct new Luces Umbrarum address.

It began with a wedding in Hannover, on which I didn't take that much photos, and only a few are show worthy.

Shortly after that my uncle (the brother of my father) died. It wasn't much of a shock, as he was already in the hospital, like my father four years ago.
I could see him the next day, and I think the concept of death settled a little bit more in me, after he lay there without moving for fifteen minutes.
But I still don't get the whole picture of life, but as I grow I understand more and less.

I worked for six weeks ten to twelvety hours a day at night, earning me some money to live after the state won't support me anymore after I turn 27.
It was good having something to do, but as the summer ends, I get into my yearly depression as it seems, I have lost interest in most things, even thinking.

But what the frack, I'm still alive at least.

Nothing else worth mentioning besides the following photographs.

Have a fantastic week










































Franz Grillparzer



































And so it begins again, in another cycle of thoughts, that seem to be only expressed with imagery.

At least you know mine.