Garten literarischer Wirrungen / Garden of Literary Confusion

A blog dedicated to literature in its multivarious forms and to other forms of art (visual, film, photography)

20.11.11

An autumn poem by Max Dauthendey

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The ravens scream their wounded cry; of night and need they prophecy. Frost has surrounded every door; hunger’s dog barks out there f...
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19.11.11

Herbstliches von Max Dauthendey

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Die Raben schreien wie verwundet und prophezeien Nacht und Not. Der Frost hat jede Tür umstellt und der Hungerhund bellt. Wir halten uns...
22.10.11

In my backyard

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In my backyard I found a tart. Says Jay, “Pray tell, you might as well, what will you do with it?” “Whip cream, you nit, put it on ...
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14.10.11

Das Lied des Harfenmädchens

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Frei nach Theodor Storm Das Harfenmädchen ist heut nicht gut drauf. Lustlos klimpert es auf den Saiten. Noch ist ihm keiner in die Netz...
13.10.11

Die Ersten, die Letzten und die Hunde

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Ein bekanntes Sprichwort sagt: Die Letzten beißen die Hunde. Allerdings gibt es auch folgende Weisheit aus der Bibel: Die Ersten werden di...
19.9.11

Verified drygs

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With a possibly Norwegian touch, spam is getting more clever than ever. Read this message that has burst past my spam killer, and you too ...
11.9.11

Überall und nirgendwo

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Sie ist wie Gott –  man sieht ihn nicht, aber er ist immer da. – Tanjetschka Zur Erläuterung: Das sagte unsere russische Praktikantin, a...
9.6.11

Medical portrait

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Now there's doctor L. the anthroposoph, (in)sincere and mature, who'll ask what you are willing to suffer for cure. And if you say...
4.6.11

Gianmaria Testa & Paolo Fresu in Ludwigsburg

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Gestern Abend besuchte ich ein wunderbares Konzert von Gianmaria Testa und Paolo Fresu im Ordenssaal von Schloss Ludwigsburg. Das Zusammen...
30.4.11

9 a.m., Universe

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It’s a crowded place and lots of stuff’s been happening – Badger T. Bones Australia kills 17 sex row riots Bolivian microphones start up...
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29.4.11

Translated from the Hittite

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A baby girl was born to Hulsa and Amani The third year after the barley dearth A baby girl was born to Hulsa and Amani And she was prefer...
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28.4.11

The words I don’t like poem

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Why can’t I think of any? It’s not that they’re all the same to me. But ever since yesterday, when I started thinking the matter over,...
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27.4.11

Oh Jack! Oh Colleen!

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Rhenew yr mazn poewr quickly, theyz wrogte, & Leet us to improvze u ultimate poewr & hardinegs. Finagl bonzuses is uh fine braga...
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26.4.11

I’m white

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I’m bulky and white and up in a tree I’m half-open, but should normally be closed I’m not as cool as I used to be I normally ne...
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25.4.11

In myself

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As usual, I enter the apartment at night. Everything is sepia, as in old sepia photographs, with that old-fashioned, dusty feel. Things are ...
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