November 2006

Belonging to God

With Véronique and diapers, with Véronique and diapers!
Bang! Oh my God, I just realized… I’m in love with you!

You, my girl, sorry, adolescent girl, stand in front of our classroom,
nervously holding your violin and looking at me.
You’ll do alright, don’t fear, I’m here and will be all the time.
The melody is by far not perfect, she scratches here and there,
playing the most euphonious song I have ever heard.
I’m still here, where have you gone?

Vanished. Sending the friend you had sent once before
but this time to tell me you won’t come back. Though I listened to your song.
Where are those slips of paper during art lessons?
Wasn’t your dad angry I kissed you in front of him?

All that remained is art. Art with you, with every other girl but one.
Art.
Hence my wish to become an artist. I’ll never be.

Could you please stop texting me the same message over and over again?
As if I had been stalking you.
Doesn’t help. I can’t explain myself. So I run around for days
trying to figure out why you got that message fifty times
but they tell me they can’t do anything about that.

It’s too late anyway.

Disappeared. Foreign country. Maybe in this one. Maybe even in the neighbouring town.
That’s what they told me at least. But I really don’t know. And I’m not sure I want to.

Now I look at a picture of you taken over a year ago.
And I wonder if I could ever fall out of love with you.

Love I wish would only belong to God.
Love, the art of God.
First love, the forsaken land.

goldring (n)

(symb.) two lost souls conjoined resting upon an infrangible spiritual affinity

Bild Blöd d’Wort Ach… Boulevard halt

Beim Federico gett et déi allerneisten Ausgaab vun där coolster Zeitung mat deenen beschte Scoops a ganz Lëtzebuerg exklusiv an absolut gratis fir ze kucken.

Ech perséinlech fannen dat jo ee Skandal, dass do ee Journalist ee Meedchen vu 14 Joër verféiert, just fir ee wuertwiertlech gäilen Artikel ze kréien. Pfui. ;)

Megagäil ass…

… wann ee vun engem gerammelt vollen Auditoiren vu Studenten (ongeféier 150 un der Zuel), Leit vum Studentenwierk, Leit aus den diverse Faculty Boards an souguer dem President vun der NUS Wales (National Union of Students, sou eppes wéi d’ACEL, just 100 mol besser) geklappt kritt, well ee 7 Sproochen kann. :D

Iergendeen audiophil?

A leschter Zäit gett et eppes wat mech emmer méi nervt: zanter e puer Méint hun ech Knäpp vu Vivanco. Déi hu mech allerdengs vun Ufank u net iwwerzeegt, mee wat erwaart een och schon fir knapps 15€. Et huet mech relativ laang awer net wierklech gestéiert, vu dass ech se net allze oft benotzt hun – een MP3 Player hun ech net an um Laptop waren se ausräichend wann ech einfach e bessen Musék wollt lauschteren während dem Surfen. Elo awer benotzen ech de Laptop fir DVDen ze kucken, Musék em hierer selwer wellen ze lauschteren a net nemmen als Hannergrondmusék. Mat de Vivanco Earplugs kléngt dat total schrott an d’Lautsprecher vum iBook sin, naja, soe mer, si erfellen hieren Zweck mee d’Tounqualitälit ass net emwerfend. Dat erwaarden ech allerdengs och net vun engem Laptop.

Meng Fro elo ass folgend: kennt iergendeen vun iech sech mat Kopfhörer aus? Momentan liebäuglen ech mat dem SR-60 vu Grado, an dee läit och an enger akzeptabler Präissklass (ennert 100€). Huet ee vun iech deen, oder hutt der aner high-end Kopfhörer mat deenen der zefridden sidd? Am beschten näischt / net allzewäit iwwert 100€ (110€ oder 120€ géing ech och nach verkraaften) an et sollten traditionell Kopfhörer sin, keng Earplugs.

Ech sin fir all Hellef dankbar. Wann et ee gudden Tipp ass, gin ech der betreffender Persoun och gären een um Bloggertreffen aus. :)

Collateral damage

I creep over half-dead civilians bleeding dry,
cringe at every delusion of a shadow moving
over this putrid soil, befouled by the moribund’s vomit.
I screw the last worthless dream out of my heart
and fill it with a sense of mortal agony
that surrounds me like the bullets flying past my head:
slug whizz, slug whizz, slug whizz.

Someone pops a cork and red wine is raining down on all of us
except for the little girl hidden in the corner –
but she’s too busy screaming and sinking to the ground anyway.
May god forgive me for this stray bullet I hear a soldier pray
before he takes up his gun again and deliberately shoots down the next
terrorist who surely had hidden a bomb amidst the flowers for his wife.

I wish I could truckle past the perishing husband towards the girl’s corner
and lay one of the white roses in her hand
but already the thought is left behind in a decaying mind
and we both watch the scene from outside.

Stanzeleit!

Nondikass mengs de do wier ech dropkomm?! Souvill Philosproffen gin et jo eigentlech net…

Ech wees et bloggen ass eng louche Idee, mee um Enn hun ech et soss awer erem vergiess. :D

(Nee, ausser dem Leti brauch dat keen ze verstoen).

Christian Punk

Pop Punk plus Christian Rock. That’s not only sick, it’s a crime against humanity. Pop Punk alone would be reason enough to hang the people that make this music, but mixing it with Christian Rock makes it even far worse. The person who created pop punk obviously had no respect towards nor knowledge about punk music, but compared with the guys behind this genre, s/he was a mastermind.

Are we now facing a new generation of brainwashed teens who scream “Jesus save us!” in their mics?! Holy shit (and yes, I chose this swearing deliberately), someone please save us from these blind sermonizing people! I would rather prefer another emo generation in that case.

This whole preaching of the church about finding back to God always reminds me of what Caprica Six said in Battlestar Galactica at the end of season two: “We will love them and take care of them; show them the glory of peace. And my God, our infinite mercy will be matched only by our power and complete control.”

Fuesend fänkt un

Naja, an Däitschland zumindest. Ach wat solls, ech sin dach souwisou kee Fan. Déi krank Insiderstoryen vun der RTL Fiesta déi ech leider aus éischter Hand gezielt krut an also net als Gerücht ofstieche kann, iwwerzeege mech och net dovunner, dass dat Fest dann zu Lëtzebuerg eppes flottes soll sin.