Vonfuse(d) Me

For a while now, this poem (an attempt at an english translation is below) by Erich Mühsam has been a kind of motto to me in so many situations. For the past week I've also had its first four lines as my messenger personal message. Today I got a reply to it in my Inbox - with another beautiful poem by Mühsam, that I had not yet read, "Vision". Everything seemed to fit together, the poems complimented one another - and I was overwhelmed that somebody would actually make this connection. Thank you :) .

I'm done with exams now, back to living the St Andrews life - pubs, books, and an ever-increasing number of golf tourists and simple minded individuals that manage to annoy in the most unsuitable situations. Or, to quote Voxtrot, "What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older?" I'll go to bed now and read nonetheless, and wonder whether the chaps having car races right outside my window right now usually have classes the next morning when they do them at 03.00 on any ordinary weekday.

Current Music: Voxtrot - The Start of Something


Every evening I throw
a future behind myself,
that will never rise again -
it has lived in the mind.
New images are forming, growing;
worlds are turning on new axes,
to become, to die, to love, to create.
The pasts gape apart. --
Raving, twirling time falls
into the crypt.-- The life screams!