tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82384676611166168222024-03-13T05:46:02.552-07:00Ms Moonlite's Mindful Midnight MurmurTanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-72067308221938189632011-04-25T14:08:00.000-07:002011-04-25T14:08:17.059-07:00always and forever<span style="font-size: large;">don't you dare</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">to entertain me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">with simple pleasures</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I do not share your dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of bourgeoisie and cable-tv</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">there is a world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of passion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">love and pain</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">of devotion</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">and surrender</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">it's inside my head</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I am inside my head</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">in my world</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">looking outside</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I see you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">I see your easy little dreams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">which I don't share</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">darkness surrounds me</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">death is present</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">but I love to live</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">always and forever</span>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-24144759547776482562011-04-13T04:12:00.000-07:002011-04-13T04:15:33.450-07:00Why I am Not A Painter<h3>Frank O'Hara </h3><ul>I am not a painter, I am a poet. Why? I think I would rather be a painter, but I am not. Well, for instance, Mike Goldberg is starting a painting. I drop in. "Sit down and have a drink" be says. I drink; we drink. I look up. "You have SARDINES in it." "Yes, it needed something there." "Oh." I go and the days go by and I drop in again. The painting is going on, and I go, and the days go by. I drop in. The painting is finished. "Where's SARDINES?" All that's left is just letters, "It was too much," Mike says. But me? One day I am thinking of a color: orange. I write a line about orange. Pretty soon it is a whole page of words, not lines. Then another page. There should be so much more, not of orange, of words, of how terrible orange is and life. Days go by. It is even in prose, I am a real poet. My poem is finished and I haven't mentioned orange yet. It's twelve poems, I call it ORANCES. And one day in a gallery I see Mike's painting, called SARDINES. </ul><ul><em>(Frank O' Hara explains it, I couldn't find any better words)</em></ul>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-50929051707743081812011-01-10T13:23:00.000-08:002011-01-10T13:23:32.158-08:00Nur leider isses nicht so...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Könnt ich mal so eben</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nur vom Schreiben leben,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">würd ich über all die ander'n Sachen</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">nur noch lachen...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSt4a2oKSAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tJFkn3JhoQM/s1600/typewriter-ribbon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSt4a2oKSAI/AAAAAAAAAgE/tJFkn3JhoQM/s200/typewriter-ribbon.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-31883045768939367282011-01-10T13:16:00.000-08:002011-01-10T13:35:07.043-08:00The Beauty lies within<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You look at your man and think:</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don't like his hat,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I don't like his shoes,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think he's too fat,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>he gives me the blues</i></span>.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">His style is so last year,</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">and he's not really tall.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">What happened to his hair?</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Is he getting bald? </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">But then</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">one moment</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">one very<b> precious moment</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">you see him<b> smile</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>Cheri, would you marry me?</i></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>The beauty lies within.</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSt2ZulhlZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/T-PpOGb5fIA/s1600/wedding-rings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSt2ZulhlZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/T-PpOGb5fIA/s1600/wedding-rings.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(to Love, and to Lovers, never give up!)</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-61380963864217772882011-01-10T12:50:00.000-08:002011-01-10T12:51:42.104-08:00One Day... Love<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>One day</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">you will wake up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">and the person next to you</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">will be the<i> love of your life</i>.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">This will be the day</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">when you know for sure:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i>Everything happens for a reason</i>!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TStw0V0ZoxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8tGJ87cyL2Y/s1600/tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TStw0V0ZoxI/AAAAAAAAAf8/8tGJ87cyL2Y/s320/tree.jpg" width="240" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-3961812603356127342011-01-10T12:37:00.000-08:002011-01-10T12:51:42.105-08:00True Love<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">No nothin'</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">can ever be</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">like that somethin'</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">you gave to me.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Forgetting?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Regretting?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Never!</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">Love,</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;">forever...</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Jean Seberg + Jean-Paul Belmondo</td></tr>
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</div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-55089828397253979732011-01-10T12:10:00.000-08:002011-01-10T12:10:50.226-08:00#Spacedragon<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When dragons</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">from outta space</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">come for a race</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">you better beware</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">because...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">In the end my friend</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">it might get hot</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">believe it or not!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TStnYP9lN_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/S5DbFmI0C6w/s1600/godzilla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TStnYP9lN_I/AAAAAAAAAf0/S5DbFmI0C6w/s320/godzilla.jpg" width="241" /></a></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-90061970450452638222011-01-08T03:25:00.000-08:002011-01-08T04:28:44.387-08:00The Sorry Snail<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The sorry snail<br />
put on her black veil<br />
to understand<br />
what's going on<br />
in this land<br />
snails love snails<br />
everything else...<br />
fails!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><h3 class="quote">Image from: <a href="http://somefield.com/" rel="nofollow" title="Click to go to the original source">http://somefield.com/</a></h3></td></tr>
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</div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-50912965981285975172011-01-07T14:58:00.000-08:002011-01-08T04:29:00.875-08:00Paris<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSeZlR2soqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/DjW6A0sT54M/s1600/garedelestfrb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSeZlR2soqI/AAAAAAAAAfk/DjW6A0sT54M/s320/garedelestfrb.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Wenn ich nach Paris fahre<br />
<i>et j'arrive à la Gare de l'Est</i><br />
bin ich <i>voilà</i><br />
<i>chez moi</i><br />
der Zug spuckt mich aus<br />
und ich bin zu Haus. <br />
<br />
<br />
When I go to Paris<br />
<i>et j'arrive à la Gare de l'Est</i><br />
I am <i>voilà</i><br />
<i>chez moi</i><br />
train spits me out<br />
at home, no doubt.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSeZ2TxRHpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/mMPrFMhTcP4/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TSeZ2TxRHpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/mMPrFMhTcP4/s320/3.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-75916877526012498232011-01-07T14:41:00.000-08:002011-01-08T04:29:20.709-08:00für ein bisschen Leben<div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Nach langen <i>Irrungen </i>und <i>Wirrungen</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">waren die <i>Windungen </i>ihres Gehirns</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">nun doch zur <i>Ruhe </i>gekommen.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Ruhe?</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Welch schreckliches Wort, Sinnbild für stumpfe Zufriedenheit,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Vorbote des Verfalls.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Und ist nicht Verfall der Partner des Todes</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">welcher nur von außen gesehen morbid-romantisch erscheint?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><i>Ruhe,</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">ein Wort das entweder laut geschrien wird <i>RUHEEEEEEEEE!</i></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Oder in der Friedhofsruhe stattfindet</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">keine schönen Gedankenbilder.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Ihr Geist befand sich jetzt also im dauerhaften Ruhezustand.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Offiziell.......</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Sollte jetzt dieser ruhende Geist </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">nicht mit voller Energie seine Gedanken schweifen lassen,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">auf Wanderschaft schicken sozusagen,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">wenn doch schon der Körper hier festsaß,</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">gefangen</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">in einem ruhigen Leben....</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;">Was sollte sie tun?</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>Sie würde sich einfach noch einmal</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>aus ihrer lähmenden Ruhe erheben</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><b>für ein bisschen Leben.</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Artwork: Edmund Dulac</td></tr>
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</div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-5383940043897754202010-12-23T12:32:00.000-08:002010-12-23T15:40:06.698-08:00Different Views on LifeAll of my life I was waiting<br />
for something great to happen....<br />
But then I'm afraid; it never will.<br />
<br />
All of my life I was waiting<br />
for something great to happen...<br />
When I realized<br />
it already had!<br />
<br />
All of my life I was waiting<br />
for something great to happen...<br />
But maybe, I just don't care.<br />
<br />
All of my life I was waiting<br />
for something great to happen...<br />
And one day<br />
at the end of all days<br />
I will wake up and see<br />
my life is over.<br />
And I missed it, completely.<br />
just waiting...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TROxqhfzEFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Reb_ph9eQ8A/s1600/paris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TROxqhfzEFI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Reb_ph9eQ8A/s320/paris.jpg" width="242" /></a></div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-9629269010883290662010-12-23T12:10:00.000-08:002010-12-23T15:39:14.329-08:00Digital Friendship<div style="color: #351c75; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Digital Friendship</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">(in very short terms)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">All of her friends</div><div style="text-align: center;">were just on Twitter</div><div style="text-align: center;">That made her bitter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TROsRaTQZQI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cczMLW01rjE/s1600/dead+twitter+bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5VpWIGxCc40/TROsRaTQZQI/AAAAAAAAAaU/cczMLW01rjE/s1600/dead+twitter+bird.jpg" /></a></div>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-7653705778106136562010-12-22T22:20:00.000-08:002010-12-23T15:40:06.699-08:00Live fast die youngLive fast die young!<br />
<br />
What can I say?<br />
Too late for me now<br />
anyway!<br />
<br />
I had all the fun and the drugs in vain,<br />
I wasn't meant to end the game<br />
too soon... (lucky me!)<br />
<br />
So what?<br />
I might as well<br />
get old as hell!<br />
<br />
(excuse me please Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Brian Jones...)<br />
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Someone left me sad-<br />
Broke my brittle heart in two;<br />
And that is very bad.<br />
<br />
Love is for unlucky folk,<br />
Love is but a curse.<br />
Once there was a heart I broke;<br />
And that, I think, is worse. </span><br />
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</tbody></table>Tanjahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08996182862508916622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8238467661116616822.post-51441756981872124362010-12-22T13:30:00.000-08:002010-12-23T15:39:14.331-08:00Night in New Jersey (first published in La Tigresse Blonde)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><b><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Night in New Jersey</span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial;">Does the sun go down in New Jersey</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial;">Just like everywhere else?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial;">Or does it</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial;">When it goes down in Hoboken</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial;">And the fading day melts with the dark night sky</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-family: Arial;">Does it whisper...</span></div><b><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">Frank Sinatra?</span></span></b><br />
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