REMEMBRANCE

1.)

The northeast blows,

The sweetheart among the winds to

Me, ‘cause it bodes flamy mind

And gives a good trip to the mariners.

However now go and greet

The beauty Garonne,

And the gardens of Bourdeaux

There, at the sharp waterside

The pontoon is going and the stream

Deeply falls into the river, but

Beyond that one precious pair

Of oak trees and white poplars look;


2.)

Still to me this thinks well and how

The elm wood is inclining

The broad crowns, atop the mill,
 
Though in the courtyard a fig tree is growing.

On holidays the brown

Women are walking thereat

On silken bottom,

In time of march,

When night and day are alike,

And above slow-going pontoons,

Heavily of golden dreams

Skies pull up, that lull in cradles.



3.)

However one gives,

Full of the dark lightning

To me the sweetly smelling beaker

Therewith I may recline; ‘cause below

Shadows the slumper would be sweet.

It is not good,

To be without a soul

By mortal thoughts. Still it’s good

To have a dialog and to say

The heart opinion, to hear plenty

About days of love,

And doings, which are occuring.



4.)

But where are being the friends? Bellarmin
 
With the fellow? Many bear

Timidity, to go to the font;

Even the abundance begins

In the sea. They,

Such as painters, bring together

The beauty of earth and don’t spurn

The aliferous warfare, and

To abide desolate for years, below

The bare mast, where the holidays of the City

Do not enlighten the night,

And no stringed instruments and no indigene dance.



5.)

However by now the men

Have gone to the indians,

There at the breezily peak

At vineyard-mounts of grapes, where the

Dordogne comes down,

And together with the splenderous

Garonne ocean-wide

The river extinguishes. But the ocean

Captures and gives memory.

And love assiduously attaches the eyes,

But what will remain the poets donate.

About me:

The atomic threat in the Cold War and the evident ecological crisis showed the closeness to a self-destruction of our civilisation. So I became increasingly engaged in political-philosophical issues and also I tried to say at every day: "Abide, thou art so fair!". People and things are visible only through intense experience, showed my exchange year in California (where I lived in a nice family, met some good friends, went to High-School, gave many speeches and also trained photography). The immense technical progress and the retrogression to barbaric policy led (against early interests for astrophysics and electronics) to the study of philosophy, politics, psychology, American studies, art. As I didn’ with german schooI, I loved the then more 'free' University of Berlin - but still I like very much to work there. Since 76 I dealt with computer programming, MIDI, graphics programs, speech recognition, created essays, lectures, music, art, video art, organized exhibitions, sailed for more than 25 years, love nature and adventure, lived partwise on the land (organic farming ) and now I try to write two generally understandable, exciting to read political and philosophical books: philosophy is "its time grasped in thought."