Friday, December 26, 2014

25. XII. 1993

For a miracle, take one shepherd’s sheepskin, throw
in a pinch of now, a grain of long ago,
and a handful of tomorrow. Add by eye
a little chunk of space, a piece of sky,

and it will happen. For miracles, gravitating
to earth, know just where people will be waiting,
and eagerly will find the right address
and tenant, even in a wilderness.

Or if you’re leaving home, switch on a new
four-pointed star, then, as you say adieu,
to light a vacant world with steady blaze
and follow you forever with its gaze.

~ Joseph Brodsky (1940-1996)

(-got this amazing poem from Elina for christmas. Fits to everything in my life right now.)

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

Look, the trees are turning their own bodies into pillars...
Every year/ everything/ I have ever learned
in my lifetime/ leads back to this: the fires/ and the black river of loss/ whose other side/ is salvation,/whose meaning/ none of us will ever know.
To live in this world/ you must be able/ to do three things:/ to love what is mortal;/ to hold it/ against your bones knowing/ your own life depends on it;/ and, when the time comes to let it go,/ to let it go. ------------------ ------------------- ------------------ ------------------- ------------------ ------------------- ------------------ ------------------- (fragments of Mary Oliver poem "In Blackwater Woods")

Sunday, December 14, 2014

(Gollwitzer writes: we are more loved than we realize.)

Saturday, December 13, 2014

Friday, December 12, 2014

Thursday, December 11, 2014

Winter collage opens today in Berlin:

Monday, December 8, 2014