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Anything Blueberry Feb 17, 2008

Posted by herraheri in Mr. J. Squirrel Phd..
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Yesterday, the weather was quite bad for cracking nut. And I also could not find the inspiration necessary to work on my thesis on nuts (as you know). So I jumped around in the park, had a few Martinis (and maybe one or two dry gins) and wrote a little poem. Although, it might sound desperate to some readers it is a twinkling monster full of lust. But read yourselves. Sincerly yours, Dr.Squirrel Phd.

Nothing is as anything seems, scare,
voice pondering through the nasty trees,
hurt wood, rotten despair,
hope bleeds and its hair is sprinkled with tears of the wind.

Nevermind, cheer up, some cake?
Blueberry, maybe some plums?
Did you ever read Williams? Elliot? I show you fear!
Screaming and Edward Munch is reluctant to preparing hot milk with honey.

Whatever. Any ever. Snow is silent,
a prism of perception, anticipated by rain.
Shift perspective and run the engine.
Whatever they say, stay
away from Blueberry cake.

Sci-Fi Fusion – Shakespeare’s opinion most important Feb 9, 2008

Posted by herraheri in Herra the Heri, M. L'éléphant.
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Just imagine. What would a fusion of Russia and the United States in the 1960s look like? Communism and Fordism, Dry Martinis and 100g glasses of crystal clear wodka next to russian fur hats and cheesburgers. Maybe it would also look like a novel by a Russian who lived in America.

Or think of Germany in the 1980s mixed up with Brasilian carnival: Masks, party accompanied by the depressed sound of emerging techno and cruel hairstyles. Maybe Andreas Bader would have turned out to be a real turntabelist. Maybe Gudrun Ensslin also would have liked to spin the wheels of steel. Perhaps beneath a feather-boaed 80s style dressed Brasilian football pro called Pele.

In terms of music think of Mozart using the rap-skills of Jay Z. What a vibe. Very likely the Salzburg ballrooms wouldn’t look the same: nice debutant-dancers dressed up like Beyoncé….how would Shakespeare comment on this scene?