the poetic life
-
What is love…
without soil, without branches, without its fruit being eaten?
-
When a Day foretells itself in Absence
That was the Richard Wagner week. The New York Metropolitan Opera streamed some of his masterpieces on a daily basis. Today I will be delighting in yesterday’s streaming of Parsifal. Knowing the schedule in advance, has allowed me to prepare each day accordingly, more or less around the operatic work. I knew, therefore, this day…
-
Invisibles are Present
Madness ceases to exist, once it reaches numbing proportions. Bertolt Brecht (1898-1956) German poet, playwright
-
Green Grass on Mud
Still some sweet ones walk my way,still some offer – I must say.Love and kindness run their veins,few but there to care.Still some sweet ones gather ’roundstill some share their ups and downs Some will give you all their hearts,yet, expect no change.Still some sweet ones call you ‘Dear’,still some make hate disappear.Some will ask…
-
Sila Blume 