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In Uncategorized on April 12, 2012 at 06:34

Why do I stay silent, conceal for too long
What clearly is and has been
Practiced in war games, at the end of which we as survivors
Are at best footnotes.

It is the alleged right to first strike
That could annihilate the Iranian people—
Enslaved by a loud-mouth
And guided to organized jubilation—
Because in their territory,
It is suspected, a bomb is being built.

Yet why do I forbid myself
To name that other country
In which, for years, even if secretly,
There has been a growing nuclear potential at hand
But beyond control, because no inspection is available?

The universal concealment of these facts,
To which my silence subordinated itself,
I sense as incriminating lies
And force—the punishment is promised
As soon as it is ignored;
The verdict of “anti-Semitism” is familiar.

Now, though, because in my country
Which from time to time has sought and confronted
Its very own crime
That is without compare
In turn on a purely commercial basis, if also
With nimble lips calling it a reparation, declares
A further U-boat should be delivered to Israel,
Whose specialty consists of guiding all-destroying warheads to where the existence
Of a single atomic bomb is unproven,
But as a fear wishes to be conclusive,
I say what must be said.

Why though have I stayed silent until now?
Because I thought my origin,
Afflicted by a stain never to be expunged
Kept the state of Israel, to which I am bound
And wish to stay bound,
From accepting this fact as pronounced truth.

Why do I say only now,
Aged and with my last ink,
That the nuclear power of Israel endangers
The already fragile world peace?
Because it must be said
What even tomorrow may be too late to say;
Also because we—as Germans burdened enough—
Could be the suppliers to a crime
That is foreseeable, wherefore our complicity
Could not be redeemed through any of the usual excuses.

And granted: I am silent no longer
Because I am tired of the hypocrisy
Of the West; in addition to which it is to be hoped
That this will free many from silence,
That they may prompt the perpetrator of the recognized danger
To renounce violence and
Likewise insist
That an unhindered and permanent control
Of the Israeli nuclear potential
And the Iranian nuclear sites
Be authorized through an international agency
By the governments of both countries.

Only this way are all, the Israelis and Palestinians,
Even more, all people, that in this
Region occupied by mania
Live cheek by jowl among enemies,
And also us, to be helped.

What Must Be Said by

Gunter Grass

Linandara Premonition of Winter by Linandara

In painting, photography, photomanipulation, winter on November 13, 2011 at 09:40
Premonition of Winter by Linandara 

A large mixed media artwork (painting, drawing, photography, poetry). The original has won an award at Nottingham Society of Artists exhibition few years ago and has been sold.
Featuring one of my favourite places on Earth.
Open to your interpretation.

In Uncategorized on October 19, 2011 at 13:10

I got out of bed
on two strong legs.
It might have been
otherwise. I ate
cereal, sweet
milk, ripe, flawless
peach. It might
have been otherwise.
I took the dog uphill
to the birch wood.
All morning I did
the work I love.

At noon I lay down
with my mate. It might
have been otherwise.
We ate dinner together
at a table with silver
candlesticks. It might
have been otherwise.
I slept in a bed
in a room with paintings
on the walls, and
planned another day
just like this day.
But one day, I know,
it will be otherwise.

Jane Kenyon
Graywolf Press, St. Paul, Minn.

In Uncategorized on October 6, 2011 at 15:58

By failing to read or listen to poets a society dooms itself to inferior modes of articulation—of the politician, or the salesman, or the charlatan—in short, to its own.


“An Immodest Proposal,”

In Uncategorized on August 19, 2011 at 07:37

When the black breath blows
and death’s shadow grows
and all lights pass,
come athelas! come athelas!
Life to the dying
In the king’s hand lying!

JRR Tolkien

In Uncategorized on August 18, 2011 at 21:01

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadow shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

JRR Tolkien

In Uncategorized on July 6, 2011 at 06:50

a page from a sketchbook done between Shrewsbury and London

A song from my chilhood

In about me, kids on March 17, 2010 at 10:18

We used to sing and listen to each other a lot when we were kids, teenagers and students. It was a very popular pastime in the Soviet Union anyway. I’ve found recently one of these songs which we loved to sing with a guitar. I didn’t know it was by Kipling, as it was translated into Russian. Here it is, The Song of The Dead, part II:

We have fed our sea for a thousand years 
And she calls us, still unfed, 
Though there’s never a wave of all her waves 
But marks our English dead: 
We have strawed our best to the weed’s unrest, 
To the shark and the sheering gull. 
If blood be the price of admiralty, 
Lord God, we ha’ paid in full! 
Me & friends had an interesting childhood, I know…

Unfortunately I can’t find spelling check on blogger any more, so, sorry if I start doing typos.

Music shop

In music, socionics on November 17, 2008 at 12:05

I’ve promised to tell my Ebay subscribers about new music in my shop. Here is a real gem – if you have a key to open its box, that is, if you know Russian well:

There is a big collection of songs by my favorite Russian singer, philologist, poet and songwriter
Here his poetry is translated to English:

Its very clever, deep, emotional, witty, thought-provoking. I can’t say I love all his songs (the latest ones I don’t understand very well) but lots of them always are on my playlist.

Together with Mr Krivoshejev & Mr Stepanov we suspect he is a INFJ too.

By the way, I’m not actually running a business selling music. I though in the past I would, but its too complicated regarding to taxes, customs, etc. So we just sell out (recycle) our (and our parents) CDs, tapes and LPs which we don’t use any more as we went digital. Same applies to videos as we are switching to DVDs.
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