I am currently in the progress of revamping this blog, please do not be afraid in case of any bugs or other insects messing about. For instance the RSS Widgets on the right side are temporary and should have been blocked from your viewing pleasure by the great Theme Tester Plugin, which unfortunately however does not hide them.
technical help needed
I found the like button that I think Thierry is using over at his blog which I really like (what a great pun) and which we decided (that is my wonderful co-blogger and myself) we needed to get us motivated to write more stuff on here.
Seems to have installed fine but it just won’t register any clicks on the like button, some technical nutcase out there who could point me in the right direction would be more than welcome. (plugin is called wp likes)
Edit: actually saw that Thierry included a script in his header that was missing in my installation.. included said script now, still nothing, guessing that the javascript is absent from my blog folders
Edit: right, as it’s working as advertised with standard themes I guess it doesn’t like my CSS or my Header
Edit: problem pinpointed: the header is the odd one out.
Edit: Working!
Rite of Passage
Breathe in and breathe out. Your angelic voice soothes my agitated soul. I’m lying on these white, pure blankets, catching one last glimpse of these four walls. One last quick glance at the bedroom I know so well. This place, this familiar room, where lovers came and went all the time. This stifling room I used to hate. This homely room I learned to love. Tonight is the night I will leave this room, this place, this world for an ever-lasting while.
Breathe in again and breathe out… again. Oh! your voice sounds as sweet as honey in my ears. My swollen nimbus heart is singing this last sullen elegy to me. My stomach is contracted, I feel nauseous. My eyes are heavy. I wait for the blissful insanity to kick my manic mind’s door in. Tonight a part of me will be buried in the soft swell of eternity. I close my eyes.
And then my thoughts start disintegrating. One by one. A sudden gush of synthetic euphoria floods my tingling body and overwhelms my tired soul. Thousands and thousands of caterpillars wander underneath my clothes. They are crawling on my naked skin now and I cannot help but chuckle and chortle like a child. I can hardly catch my breath. I try to sit up, holding my tummy laughing. Suddenly, I rip my eyes open in endless excitement and find myself staring at your delicious grace. The Ionian brilliance of your auburn hair and the surreal splendour of your soft skin dazzle me. Your two azure diamonds radiate with superbia and joy. I see a sinful grin slip from your crimson mouth in slow-motion. Enigmatic paroles, strange shapeless forms and mysterious, oriental scents fill the air as I grab that divine hand of yours. Dionysus, let me be your Maenad! Let me dance and sing with you in a sensual frenzy! I want to live with you on the verge of the subconscious. Come and anchor your boat of madness in the middle of my lonely bay, only to feel the ebb and flow of this incarnadine sea…
What is this and who am I and where are we? We are ten thousand years old, maybe even older. No, no… We are immortal. We must be immortal. How many days, months, years and decades have passed since I died this paradisaical death… I don’t know. Your body next to mine is a calm sea within a ceasing storm of crazy fractals and colourful mandalas. I am getting uncontrollably drunk with your ephemeral perfume. Lethargy. Immobility. Anxiety. I am floating like a white feather on the invisible waves of a mythical world. I utter incomprehensible prayers to the intense visions in my mind’s eye. I wonder whether this is ever going to end. All I am longing for is sleep. Deep sleep. I am vanishing… I don’t want to leave you on your own, but I am too weak to get into a panic. For a moment, which lasts far too long, I hold my breath… And fall asleep so very slowly. Breathe in and breathe out. The earth has me again.
Crossing the Chasm
The Golden Prince is penetrating the gloomy darkness with watchful prudence. His blustering waves of warmth are slowly flooding the country with bright light until the very last of little stars will be frightened away by his majestic smile. It seems the whole wide world is abloom as soon as he peaks into drowsy rooms, fatherly kissing closed children’s eyes and tingling their tiny feet ever so sweetly.
I see him wandering towards me at dawn and I cannot resist to leave my sleeping lover’s bed only to meet my sweet Dauphin by the old oak tree. I spread my desperate arms toward the azure sky before I fall at his naked feet in aching resignation. I throw my head back and laugh so loudly at the waking world while the saline tears are streaming down my cheeks. As he takes my wet face in his hot hands, I cannot help but think of my somnolent lover back in his cold bedroom. My benighted lover with those sombre eyes and the milky white, soft skin and his handsome heart: so true, so pure. Oh my lover, gloomy man-servant of the night, who will never shine quite as brightly as the Prince but will always, always be close to mend my broken soul. And yet, I keep falling, falling deeper and deeper for the unreachable grace which is the Sun. He, who holds my burning heart hostage. He, who shatters all my hopes for final absolution. In those violently passionate arms of his I am dying of cursed bliss.
As dusk breaks and the Dauphin’s face grows suddenly dim, he kisses me goodbye – without saying if he will ever be back again. I watch the unearthly Prince wander off to the treacherous West in search of his dark destiny. With the most bitter of hearts I return to my beloved’s intimate bedroom where he has already been patiently waiting for me. His beautiful wide and radiant eyes are smiling at me sadly yet with sympathy. And I realise that he knows. I see that he hurts but forgives. I feel that he truly loves no one but me. There I go, flying into his outstretched arms which embrace me with inexhaustible love and sincerity. Out of relief, I start crying onto his naked chest which feels so real. I hear his love-stricken heart beating fast as he strokes my hair. And it feels so very real. Indeed, this is real. This is pure. He will always be close. He will stay by my side, oh faithful lover of mine. He smiles with absolute fulfilment as I shower him with tender kisses.
Eventually, he slowly whispers into my ear: “My little lover, my lost little lover. Summer is gone yet I am still here. They say it will rain for a thousand years…” I smile and hold him even tighter. I will not mind the rain, nor will I mind the handsome Sun. The stars in my lover’s eyes will never fade at dawn. No, I will not mind anything at all for as long as he is here with me.
Revelation (in D Minor)
I
Oh, three hundred and fifty-six sombre days -
And counting!
Two young and hopeful hearts we were back then,
Two young and shattered souls we are today.
After all these days of manic torment and blinding happiness,
It still makes me weep whenever I think back
To who we used to be.
Instead of those determined lips of yours,
Bittersweet tears gently kiss my lonely cheeks
Whenever my troubled mind is stupidly set on you.
II
More than six hundred sad and senseless days
Without your awe-inspiring
Yet gut-wrenching presence.
And it feels like forever.
It feels as if you were but the poisonous substance
Of a sickeningly sweet and fragile dream
Which suddenly fell apart in my hands:
For ever and after…
I always thought that time heals wounds.
I always thought that time does not matter.
III
The blooming lie I was living and breathing
With pious conviction all of this time,
That is.
Der Bordrechner summt, rattert, eine Speicherkarte ist defekt, der feine Kopf mit dem Laserauge ist schon lange blind, wie Sandpapier schleifen die Daten Schicht um Schicht ab. Eine Lampe zwinkert im Rhytmus des unsteten Puls des Aggregators. Strom ist kein Luxus im All, auch die Sauerstoffmaschine hängt am Schlauch, gefangen, abhängig; wenigstens ist sie lautlos, Sklaven sollen nicht lärmen man soll sie nicht bemerken.
Informationen flickern über die Bildschirme wie aufgescheuchte Glühwürmchen, emsig aber ziellos.
Das Raumschiff siecht seit drei Jahren dahin, ohne Antrieb, mit einmal Anlauf bis an den Rand des Universums, der erste bemannte Flug.
Eigentlich ist das Rattern angenehm, es fällt aus dem Rahmen, suggeriert Kontrollverlust in einer auf Logik aufgebauten Umgebung.
Das Summen ist verstummt, von den Schirmen glänzt voller Stolz das Resultat endloser Rechenstunden: Kollisionskurs.
Oben gibt es ein Fenster, dreimal so dick wie breit, Sicherheit!, schmal ist die Aussicht, aber man sieht die Sterne reisen.
Eine Hand kadriert das Guckloch, Endlosigkeit und metallene Wände, guter Kontrast, tiefgründig.
Schade, es wäre ein tolles Bild geworden.