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Thursday, March 10, 2005

  Winter is gone.

Yes, Munich is still a white place, cold and serene. The temperatures have fallen during the last few days, and there's no sign that would indicate a change. But winter is over.

It's a feeling. The first thing I noticed was that I have no desire for ginger bread. Peculiar enough. Then there is still a bottle of fine met in my freezer which I never feel like heating up and sipping with a hint of cinnamon. And some time ago I stopped smiling at the snow.

Maybe it's about Christmas. For me Christmas is winter, and without it the season is just... not right. Now Easter is approaching and even if it makes me sad (as it always does), the time of dark, snow covered trees seems to be over. I already think of it as the past. And for all my love of winter, I can't help it. Maybe it needs to leave because otherwise there would be no way of it coming back. There would be no new beginning. And beginnings are important.

Winter is not just a drop of temperature. I think more than anything else it is a mood. A darker harmony. And now it has passed. 


Wednesday, March 09, 2005

  Links have been updated. And I'd like to say a special good-bye to rapier.de, Nemi the Goth-Girl and Darklady who have left the web. You will be missed. 



  Website of the day: Writhe and Shine Comics

Smart, self-ironic and pretty. By far not as funny as Nemi the goth-girl, who seems to have left the web for good (we miss you) but an agreeable alternative nonetheless. 


Tuesday, March 08, 2005

  Neil Gaiman has written a new book. I knew there was a reason to live. 


Monday, March 07, 2005

  It is true/I'm so blue/Whatever I do/When I see you etc.

All across the wide web and increasingly on blogs we are confronted with so called poets and their "works". Why? Well, apparently some people have the irresponsible idea that they have something worthwhile to say, and think, by putting words in some indefinite order and rhyme the last ones they're already doing poetry. Or committing poetry. And thereby consider themselves poets. That's a little like mistreating your instrument with permuttable guitar riffs and calling yourself a musician. There is just a little more to it.

In German there are two words for "words". Wörter is a grammatic term, describing it as a series of letters. Worte on the other hand emphasises on their literary meaning. It is a subtle difference but you tend to use it instinctively.

Bad poems only consist of Wörter. They have no meaning and should not be considered literature, not even in dire times. To their creators I say: leave it, get a job.