When I first heard Can’t Stand by John-Allison Weiss, the song hit different.
It’s been a long year, and there is still a lot of year waiting to deteriorate. I’m trying get back into the habit of not only reading, but of reading and writing about it.
Laying in a comfy chair on my balcony, half in the shade, half in the sun, with a good book, a perfectly lovely summer Sunday. And yet. I’m not supposed to be here, I’m supposed to be on the road to Stuttgart to see Touche Amore live in Stuttgart, a band that has been tremendously …
Guy de Maupassant’s novel points at the privilege to just live and the nothingness the nobility makes of it.
The best passages are when she does not attempt to be presidential, but is instead “just” an immensely talented, very young poet.
May the holidays, friends and familystoke the fire in your heartsleaving behind the ashes of this year andturn into embers for a warmer new year.
4 versions of a woman as anchor in time and space in Sharon Dodoa Otoo’s Adas Raum
This March, every evening after work I take the long way from my home office to the living room, walk down to the lake, take a picture, and then post it on instagram together with a song I think of that day.
I spent World Poetry Day this year with two excellent, German-language collections: Grenzwerte by Max Czollek and Mein Name ist Ausländer by Semra Ertan.
A belated recap of what I read last month: Farbe bekennen, edited by May Ayim, Katharina Oguntoye, Dagmar Schultz; Freedom’s Soldiers edited by Joseph P. Reidy, Leslie S. Rowland, 1919 by Eve Ewing