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And now a sad ballad ... Afghanistan.

From the depths of my doodles and confused thoughts ;-) emerged after excessive alcohol consumption and in anger at someone who told me that my poems were not sufficiently critical of society.
social criticism ass. Fuck the dachshund!

Enough of the jokes.


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all always try to touch arouse, to wake findings with their crappy poems about the war or the environment or the consumption, who is that actually, consumption, in which the last syllable of waste concrete and artificially extended in order to express his disgust, for the KONSUUUM is evil.

Everyone wants to always be taken seriously, as they stand in their alternative unit gap, with rumpled hair so it looks as if they had just fallen out of bed in the evening at nine, with their worn-out jeans, the former greasy and hot today stonewashed , with their cool t-shirts that Indie band logos shown or totally disturbing images and sayings, or what most Japanese.

No one can really Japanese, but it's totally INDIE, Japanese can. All
always read as if it would not matter to them whether the audience understands it, no, actually, as they would not even aware that just as no one understands how the shit-FAZ, yet they have practiced at home in front of the mirror, have the computer for hours working hard to improve their crappy poems, enough to use foreign words.

And yet here I go again.

point me to that stage.

screams my own shit out poems that I've been sick the night before with a bottle of vodka.

talk of drugs and death and excrement.

Go home happy in the knowledge that I was stupid place.

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Michel Schneider - Marilyn's last session in the morning

part # 1 of the series "Book of the Month" - thoughts while reading

A real treasure, met me for ridiculous 4 € in the bargain counter of a large bookstore, and the now second novel about Marilyn Monroe, which I read - after "I killed Norma Jean" by Hanjo Lehmann , I fished a few years ago on vacation from the pocket of my mother and me, even though the Handung was largely fictional, but heavily inspired and took me to this incredibly fascinating woman. This book deals

now with Marilyn's relationship to psychoanalysis, specifically at their last psychoanalyst Dr Greenson, who in the last years of her life her closest confidant.

He was also the one who discovered her body and the police from their "suicide" having sat, of which he was far from convincing as.

The book begins in the present, 2006, when almost all the players are already dead, and builds the plot without any chronology in flashbacks, which, after some calls of concentration when reading, also you should at least rudimentary in Hollywood of the early sixties years know - writers (Arthur Miller, Truman Capote, F. Scott Fitzgerald, etc.), actor (Clark Gable, James Dean, etc.) and other personalities appear to abound in the plot. So much for basic understanding.
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"What she has - this presence, this light, the flash of intelligence - could be on the stage does not come out, it is so fragile and subtle, that capture only the camera can It resembles a flying hummingbird: Only one camera can capture the poetry in it. " (P.100)

What fascinated me right the first book to Marilyn was probably the most glaring discrepancy between their real life and the image that one has kept from her - and that it is not nearly meet. Behind the beautiful, slightly naive blonde, the child's voice and their legendary "airs and graces" really put a smart, heavy unstable woman who was exploited only by their environment and abused - and is still perceived as a pin-up in the fifties and sixties.

All in all, my penchant for self-destructive, drug-addicted genius and style icons of my environment is sufficiently known, and this book gives him only a new impetus. Very worth reading for those who like to deal with people behind their masks.

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I hate this annoying debate Thilo Sarrazin.

I hate it that everyone thinks they have to do to have an opinion.

I hate it that I'm forced to constantly, express my views, which do not mature properly, simply because I have some things plain and simple matter.

I hate the stupid argument, so I MUST have an opinion about it, just because of my studies, whose main representatives are, therefore, logically, Muslims and the "target group" of the debate.

And I think: This is not true at all.
I deal in my studies, not uneducated lower class, I am not concerned with migration and integration, I am concerned not with prejudice, I do not concern myself with economic, social and educational crises.

My study deals with the high culture of the Arabs, the rapid civilization of the Arab world, which coincided with the emergence of Islam, I am dealing with the classical Islamic law from the 11th Century, with the image-rich, powerful language of classical Arabic poetry, against which can pack up the West, despite the ingenuity of its thinkers, with periods in which the Arab kingdom of the essence of education, culture, knowledge and science was ...

And now I can not get with the shit Sharia.
course, are also less attractive sides to the archaic legislation and seemingly brutal punishment - we're talking about 700 AD, dammit! The fact that we in the 21 Century has still not arrived on either side.

Via: Colgate University, NY

However - if I am to my studies because of this I believe to Integrationswilligkeit Muslim immigrants or even questioned about the headscarf, is just pathetic, as in the land of poets and thinkers to see an NPD rally.

Finally: A good, albeit a bit trivializing Article of Necla Kelek.