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Bücher 2022

James Clear Atomic Habits ** SB
Joseph Frank Dostoevsky: A Writer in His Time ***** SB
Leonid Borissowitsch Zypkin Ein Sommer in Baden-Baden ** LIT
Muriel Spark A Far Cry From Kensignton **** LIT
Ilona Jerger Und Marx stand still in Darwins Garten ** LIT
David Lodge Thinks… *** LIT

Currently reading…
Adam Phillips The Beast In the Nursery ***** SB
A.S. Puschkin Eugen Onegin ***** LYR
Friedemann Schulz von Thun Miteinander reden: 1 – Störungen und Klärungen Störungen und
Klärungen: Allgemeine Psychologie der Kommunikation
Emma Smith This Is Shakespeare: How to Read the World’s Greatest Playwright 

On the »to read« pile
Albert Camus Die Pest LIT
Paul Auster Talking to Strangers: Selected Essays
Anthony J. Cascardi The Cambridge Companion to Cervantes SB
Italo Calvino Die unsichtbaren Städte LIT
Daniel Mason The Piano Tuner

Currently in the shopping cart
Pierre Hadot The Inner Citadel: The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius

Bücher 2021

Andrew Taylor The Ashes of London HISTCRIMEFIC **
Andrew Taylor The Fire Court HISTCRIMEFIC **
Andrew Taylor The King’s Evil HISTCRIMEFIC **
Jan Jacobs Mulder Joseph, der schwarze Mozart LIT (unratable)
Bill Bryson Notes From A Small Island: Journey Through Britain
James Ellroy L.A. Confidential CRIMEFIC ***
Alain de Botton The Art of Travel (reread) **
E.M. Forster Howard’s End (reread) ******
Sharon Dodua Otoo Adas Raum**
Åsne Seierstad Der Buchhändler aus Kabul * LIT
Conrad Schetter Kleine Geschichte Afghanistans *** SB
Barnett R. Rubin Afghanistan: What Everyone Needs to Know SB

Currently reading…
Daniel Mason The Piano Tuner
Wolfram Eilenberger Zeit der Zauberer – Das große Jahrzehnt der Philosophie 1919 – 1929

Currently listening…
Bill Bryson A Short History of Nearly Everything

On the »to read« pile
Albert Camus Die Pest LIT
Paul Auster Talking to Strangers: Selected Essays
Anthony J. Cascardi The Cambridge Companion to Cervantes SB
Italo Calvino Die unsichtbaren Städte LIT

Currently in the shopping cart
Pierre Hadot The Inner Citadel: The Meditations of Marcus Aurelius

little i knew not

late for bela. we were almost late.
in november drizzle 
lost and kissing,
darkness slowing our gait.

wishing, when I play
i play like booker
angry, and incredulous
words in vain,
that I knew,
knew little not.

rushing past us rows of languid lights.
vowels inhaled –
words in vain,
in the darkness,
of november rain.

from here

from here
we cannot see the harbor,
where a vendor – hoarse and reeking,
sings,
and whores – gray and foreign
drift, 
gossiping of fishy things,
along the creaking gangplank.

bottles bob, barrels roll
miles of mesh lie limp and waste
windless years –
on the creaking gangplank. 

in this vast paradise – 
horizonless and edgeless –
we are bunched up 
in the middle of our dinghy.
i raise my hand above your head 
at midday.

poetry slam-dunk

Oh my sloppy joe, forlorn,
rippling with mirth, 
down my chin you ran, 
like a plantain.

Once upon a hot summer ragu
In the blue bayou.
Of mint and thyme
And bristly porcupine

speak, if you must
smile, only just…

Your skin – soft and golden
In the august sun – slow and swollen
Sesame and quints
Saucy vitamins.

But my memory 
fades as the twilight 
till just the secret melody lingers 
in the bare boughs –

and whispers to me, 
whispers of charles mingus

Rains will surely come
and wash you away
or on a ship you’ll depart 
to return never
into the haven of my heart.

But perhaps on a rainy day –
Dark and gaunt –
I may forget

To remember never that day
in september.