Sonntag, April 30, 2006


According to Sandouri Dean's post about the Turkish pop-star Tarkan here is a link to a vast website about him:


Tarkan, born in 1972 in Germany ... At the age of 14 he returned to Istanbul to study singing. He became a worldwide star with the self-interested support of Mehmet Sögütoglus and his Istanbul Plak production company. Otherwise, there is nothing substantial to report. It could be said that Tarkan truly does has a clean vest ...

But in 2001 someone broke into his home and stole compromising photos of him naked with another man what created a great scandal, an attempted extortion. However, for an artist it's a matter of unimportace if somebody is gay, or bisexual or hetero ... The only thing that counts is the ART :-)

At the moment Tarkan lives in New York and in Istanbul.

"My success and my misfortunes, the bright and the dark days I have gone through, everything has proved to me that in this world, either physical or moral, good comes out of evil just as well as evil comes out of good."

Giacomo Casanova

Samstag, April 29, 2006


Oscar Wilde's play "SALOME" is the story of the beautiful princess of Judaea whose love was reviled by John (Iokanaan) the Baptist. It is the story of an unfulfilled love which turned into blind hate ...

Here is an excerpt from Oscar Wilde's play "SALOME", after she has got Jokanaan's head on a silver shield :

Ah, Iokanaan, Iokanaan, thou wert the man that I loved alone among men! All other men were hateful to me. But thou wert beautiful! Thy body was a column of ivory set upon feet of silver. It was a garden full of doves and lilies of silver. It was a tower of silver decked with shields of ivory. There was nothing in the world so white as thy body. There was nothing in the world so black as thy hair. In the whole world there was nothing so red as thy mouth. Thy voice was a censer that scattered strange perfumes, and when I looked on thee I heard a strange music. Ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me, Iokanaan? With the cloak of thine hands, and with the cloak of thy blasphemies thou didst hide thy face. Thou didst put upon thine eyes the covering of him who would see his God. Well, thou hast seen thy God, Iokanaan, but me, me, thou didst never see. If thou hadst seen me thou hadst loved me. I saw thee, and I loved thee. Oh, how I loved thee! I love thee yet, Iokanaan. I love only thee . . . . I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, Iokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. I was a virgin, and thou didst take my virginity from me. I was chaste, and thou didst fill my veins with fire . . . . Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst looked at me thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me, and the mystery of Love is greater than the mystery of Death.

Ah! I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth. There was a bitter taste on thy lips. Was it the taste of blood? . . . Nay; but perchance it was the taste of love. . .They say that love hath a bitter taste. But what matter? what matter? I have kissed thy mouth, Iokanaan, I have kissed thy mouth.

[A ray of moonlight falls on Salome and illumines her]

The drawing belongs to my series "Play-Pieces"

Donnerstag, April 27, 2006


Animated by my bloggerfriend Jacky from Jacky's Chronicles to make two self-portraits, called BEFORE and AFTER and by my bloggerfriend Jim, well known also as Persian Guy , who encouragted me a lot to realize these drawings for HNT I overcame my timidness, took place in front of my mirror and began to draw ...

The joyous and gay result you can see above, hoping you'll enjoy the moist scene yourselves too as I've enjoyed it to the full :-)

:-) Do it yourself! So you can save your bacon, first of all, and in the second place you can probably save the cost for an acrimonious divorce :-) !

Dienstag, April 25, 2006


Frederico Garcia Lorca was one of the great Spanish writers, dramatists and artists of the 20th Century. In his short lifetime he produced a wide variety of novels, short stories, poetry as well as paintings, drawings and even musical compositions. He is also a martyr of the Spanish Civil War ...
He influenced such politically disparate artists as the poet Neruda and the painter Dali.

On August 19, 1936, at the age of 38, Lorca was beaten to death by Franco's falangists along with several other 'disappeared' political opponents of Franco.

While his homosexuality was known even then, his fascist assassins used this to make his assassination look like a bit of 'rough trade' gone wrong, the real reason for his death was his outspoken defense of the Republic and his criticisms of monarchism, Catholicism and Fascism.

The Franco regime placed a general ban on his work, which was not rescinded until 1953 when a (heavily censored) Obras completas was released. Even then, it was only after Franco's death in 1975 that Lorca's life and death could be openly discussed.

It took until the 1990s for his sexual orientation to be acknowledged, and then only by scholars and biographers ...

Here is one of his last poems, before he was murdered by the fascists:

Fare Well

If I die,
leave the balcony open.

The little boy is eating oranges.
(From my balcony I can see him.)

The reaper is harvesting the wheat.
(From my balcony I can hear him.)

If I die,
leave the balcony open!


Gacela of Unforeseen Love

No one understood the perfume
of the dark magnolia of your womb.
Nobody knew that you tormented
a hummingbird of love between your teeth.

A thousand Persian little horses fell asleep
in the plaza with moon of your forehead,
while through four nights I embraced
your waist, enemy of the snow.

Between plaster and jasmins, your glance
was a pale branch of seeds.
I sought in my heart to give you
the ivory letters that say "siempre",

"siempre", "siempre" : garden of my agony,
your body elusive always,
that blood of your veins in my mouth,
your mouth already lightless for my death.

Samstag, April 22, 2006


Today my old friends Angelika and Yussuf came to see me quite unexpectedly and we'll enjoy together this weekend!

Therefore I won't be online during the next days!



"Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born."

( Anais Nin )

Donnerstag, April 20, 2006


3 watercolors, made in front of the mirror in 1971, when I was still a Narcissus :-)

Montag, April 17, 2006


Very soon after I've come to the conclusion that Savasana-Exercises had such a salutary effect on my body and on my
soul I wanted to know more about Yoga and about the multifaceted Indian culture in general. By chance I met at a vernissage a very interesting sculptress who was older than me and very congenial. Soon I made friends with her...
She was the first person who called my attention to the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore.

Here is a short biography to the Indian Poet, Philosopher, Musician, Writer, Educator and Nobel Laureate Rabindranath Tagore:

He was born in Calcutta, India into a wealthy Brahmin family. After a brief stay in England (1878) to attempt to study law, he returned to India, and instead pursued a career as a writer, playwright, songwriter, poet, philosopher and educator.

In 1912 he then returned to England for the first time since his failed attempt at law school as a teenager. Now a man of 51, his was accompanied by his son. On the way over to England he began translating, for the first time, his latest selections of poems, Gitanjali, into English. Almost all of his work prior to that time had been written in his native tongue of Bengali. He decided to do this just to have something to do, with no expectation at all that his first time translation efforts would be any good. He made the handwritten translations in a little notebook he carried around with him and worked on during the long sea voyage from India.

Upon arrival, his son left his father's brief case with this notebook in the London subway. Fortunately, an honest person turned in the briefcase and it was recovered the next day. Tagore's one friend in England, a famous artist he had met in India, Rothenstein, learned of the translation, and asked to see it. Reluctantly, with much persuasion,
Tagore let him have the notebook. The painter could not believe his eyes. The poems were incredible. He called his friend, W.B. Yeats, and finally talked Yeats into looking at the hand scrawled notebook.

The rest, as they say, is history. Yeats was enthralled. He later wrote the introduction to Gitanjali when it was published in September 1912 in a limited edition by the India Society in London. Thereafter, both the poetry and the man were an instant sensation, first in London literary circles, and soon thereafter in the entire world.
His spiritual presence was awesome. His words evoked great beauty. Nobody had ever read anything like it. A glimpse of the mysticism and sentimental beauty of Indian culture were revealed to the West for the first time. Less than a year later, in 1913, Rabindranath received the Nobel Prize for literature.

In 1915 he was knighted by the British King George V, but in 1919, following the Amritsar massacre of 400 Indian demonstrators by British troops, Sir Tagore renounced his Knighthood.

Above you can see the old Rabindranath Tagore with Albert Einstein


Leave this chanting
and singing
and telling of beads!
Whom dost thou worship
in this lonely dark corner
of a temple with doors all shut?
Open thine eyes
and see
thy God is not
before thee!

He is there
where the tiller is tilling
the hard ground
and where the pathmaker
is breaking stones.
He is with them
in sun and in shower,
and his garment
is covered with dust.
Put of thy holy mantle
and even like him
come down
on the dusty soil!

Where is this deliverance to be found?
Our master himself
has joyfully taken upon him the bonds of creation;
he is bound with us all for ever.

Come out of thy meditations
and leave aside thy flowers
and incense!
What harm is there
if thy clothes
become tattered and stained?
Meet him and stand by him
in toil and in sweat of thy brow.

Sonntag, April 16, 2006


St. Luke, XVIII, 18 - 24

And a certain ruler asked him, saying, Good Master, what shall I do to inherit eternal life?
And Jesus said unto him, Why callest thou me good? None is good, save one, that is, God:
Thou knowest the commandements, Do not commit adultery, Do not kill, Do not steal, Do not bear false witness, Honour thy father and thy mother.

And he said, All these have I kept from my youth up.

Now when Jesus heard these things, he said unto him, Yet lackest thou one thing: Sell all that thou hast, and distribute unto the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: And come, follow me.

And when he heard this, he was very sorrowful: for he was very rich.

And when Jesus saw that he was very sorrowful, he said, How hardly shall they that have riches enter into the kingdom of God!

Freitag, April 14, 2006


The word "Christianity" is already a misunderstanding - in reality there has been only one Christian, and he died on the Cross.
(Friedrich Nietzsche)

Picture by Salvador Dalí

Donnerstag, April 13, 2006



1) God speaks through me.”

2) "I'm looking forward to a good night's sleep on the soil of a friend.”

3) "Those who enter the country illegally violate the law.”

4) "I promise you I will listen to what has been said here, even though I wasn't here."

5) "See, in my line of work you got to keep repeating things over and over and over again for the truth to sink in, to kind of catapult the propaganda.”

6) "No question that the enemy has tried to spread sectarian violence. They use violence as a tool to do that.”

7) "I think we are welcomed. But it was not a peaceful welcome.”

8) "I'm also not very analytical. You know I don't spend a lot of time thinking about myself, about why I do things."

9) "If the Iranians were to have a nuclear weapon they could proliferate.”


Before the election:

"I will try to meet your expectations, and I promise from now on, two-and-a-half months of absolute sexual abstinence, until [election day on] 9 April."

After the election:

" I am the Jesus Christ of politics. I am a patient victim, I put up with everyone, I sacrifice myself for everyone."

2) "Let's talk about football and women."

3) "Italy is now a great country to invest in... today we have fewer communists and those who are still there deny having been one. Another reason to invest in Italy is that we have beautiful secretaries... superb girls."

4) “Mussolini never killed anyone. Mussolini used to send people on vacation in internal exile."

5) "The West will continue to conquer peoples, even if it means a confrontation with another civilisation, Islam, firmly entrenched where it was 1,400 years ago."

6) "Those judges are doubly mad! In the first place, because they are politically mad, and in the second place because they are mad anyway.”

7) "There is no-one on the world stage who can compete with me."

8) I don't need to go into office for the power. I have houses all over the world, stupendous boats... beautiful airplanes, a beautiful wife, a beautiful family... I am making a sacrifice."

9) "If they (the judge) do that job it is because they are anthropologically different from the rest of the human race."

10) “I tried many times to convince the American president not to go to war.”

[ ... Berlusconi confessed this after his election defeat on the 10th of April 2006, he still doesn't accept the outcome of the election :-), speaking about election defeat :-) ]

Mittwoch, April 12, 2006



1) Who of both of them is a white-collar criminal?

Who of both of them founded his position of power on falshood?

Who of both of them is a war criminal?

4) Who of both of them is gay?

5) Who of both of them is for ban on immigration?

6) Who of both of them fooled his citizens?

7) Who
of both of them lost the election last Sunday/Monday?


I can betray one thing to you :-) :


Dienstag, April 11, 2006


At the age of 18 I tried to make a suicide attempt. I rode my bicycle at a great speed. It was night and I was alone on the road. On the left side there was an abyss. I closed my eyes and drove to the left side. For a short moment I felt something like a heavy collision, like a wrench and I hurtled through the night, weightlessly having a great feeling to be freed of heartache, sorrow and problems. Then there was a second thud and I felt the cold asphalt under my body, I was returned to earth. Only now I opened my eyes, my bicycle lay ca 30 m behind me and now I acted as if in a trance. I got up, ran back to my bicycle intending to make the same again, but the felloes of the front wheel were twisted like 2 U-bends, so that I couldn't ride anymore and I had to carry my bicycle on my shoulder.
So I went home, the bicycle on my shoulders and aloft the night sky, majestically bright and spangled with stars ...
Three weeks later I got aches and pains on my neck and I couldn't turn my head to the right hand side...
I went to the hospital where I've got pain medications, anti-inflammatory drugs, muscle relaxants, and a cervical collar, but nothing could really help me. The pains and the inability to turn my head to the right persisted.
It was in the eleventh year after this self-inflicted accident when I discovered in a bookstore by chance a small book called "Yoga against backache" and suddenly I knew that I had to buy this book.
Next day I started with "Savasana Corpse Pose" and after circa 3 weeks the heavy pains on my neck vanished and I could move my body as before my accident.
This opened my eyes and my soul for the spiritual world of India and afterwards for the Indian Art too.

Buddha said:

“In the sky, there is no distinction of east and west; people create distinctions out of their own minds and then believe them to be true.”

"Do not believe in anything simply because you have heard it. Do not believe in anything simply because it is spoken and rumoured by many. Do not believe in anything simply because it is found written in your religious books. Do not believe in anything merely on the authority of your teachers and elders. Do not believe in traditions because they have been handed down for many generations. But after observation and analysis, when you find that anything agrees with reason and is conducive to the good and benefit of one and all, then accept it and live up to it."

Sonntag, April 09, 2006


I should like to recommend you to read a new erotic short story, which is a small masterpiece of this genre, written by my blogger-friend, the English writer and poet
Cocaine Jesus

You will find this story on his special blog, dedicated to EROS ...

utility fish erotica

The story is called "The beach" ... it's full of a subtile erotic as always in his narrations, but you will be amazed about the subject which is a little bit unusual for Cocaine Jesus' application area :-)

Indipendent of his delicious Beach-Story I made this drawing of him when we met each other on our virtual beach some time ago in a hot summer :-)

Samstag, April 08, 2006


Last night I was in my virtual HAMAM where I met two very handsome guys, cute like two Dioscuri stemming from the period when ALEXANDER THE GREAT had created his reign.
I was very astonished for they resembled two of my young blogger friends...
When I've seen them I had to think of Sandouri Dean and Persian Guy, a proof more that there is no limit between dream and reality in the world of art :-)

Donnerstag, April 06, 2006


Ravi Shankar (born April 7, 1920 in Varanasi, Uttar Pradesh, India) is a Bengali-Indian musician best known for his virtuosity on the sitar.

A disciple of Allauddin Khan (founder of the Maihar gharana of Indian classical music), Pandit Ravi Shankar is arguably the best-known Indian instrumentalist, and is well known for his pioneering work in bringing the power and appeal of the Indian classical music tradition, as well as Indian music and its performers in general, to the West. This was done through his association with The Beatles as well as with his own personal charisma. His musical career spans over six decades and Shankar currently holds the Guinness Record for the longest international career.

It's now 34 years ago when one of my friends presented me a record with Ravi Shankar's marvellous Ragas and 34 years later I've had the chance to see and hear him peronally during one of his concerts in Venice and I've been completely enthusiasic about his art.

At the moment my favorite music of Ravi Shankar is a disc called "Homage to Mahatma Gandhi" which I can only recommend to everybody who is searching for inner peace ...

The Homage to Mahatma Gandhi referred to in the title is a Ravi Shankar composition entitled "Raga Mohan Kauns." It was composed on the spot during a radio broadcast at the request of the announcer, just days after the assassination of Ghandi in 1948.

Dienstag, April 04, 2006


Prmod Bafna , the young and very talented poet from India asked me recently in one of his comments if I can give a short introduction to the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche and so I try to make now a personal homage to this great man whose ideas influenced and enthused me since my younger days ...

Friedrich Nietzsche's secret

It would be hard to imagine a less likely revolutionary than a sickly, reclusive classical philologist whose works were barely acknowledged in his own lifetime. From his university chair in Basel and later from a series of small rented rooms throughout Europe. Friedrich Nietzsche (1844 - 1900), this caustic critic of Christianity was born into a family of clergy and theologians (both his grandfathers were Lutheran ministers) in Röcken, Prussia.
He poured forth a steady stream of dazzling philosophical treatises whose audience initially numbered in the hundreds; gradually this trickle of influence swelled into a torrent that helped to dissolve centuries of encrusted dogma in Western philosophy, religion, morals, and aesthetics.
Nietzsche’s influence began in the last years of the 19th century and appealed a great magnetism on a lot of artists of the Art Nouveau, Expressionism, Fauvism, Futurism, Dada, Surrealism and of the Italian “Pittura Metafisica”
Artists like Pablo Picasso, Wassily Kandinsky, Paul Klee, Franz Marc – knew Nietzsche’s ›Zarathustra‹, and they expressed themselves extensively about him in letters, and notes.
Sigmund Freud, Rainer Maria Rilke, Thomas Mann, Hermann Hesse, André Gide, Albert Camus, Jean-Paul Satre, and William Butler Yeats are just a few of the twentieth-century writers, poets and philosophers who openly acknowledged their debt to him.

I think that the secret of Nietzsche’s influence on artists is due to the fact that he wasn’t only a great philosopher but also a musician and a poet himself, an out-and-out artist with soul-stirring thoughts and forever young in the world of his ideas.

Here is one of Nietzsche's poems I like a lot, because it shows us his inmost conviction:

To the Unknown God (1864)

Once more, before I wander on
And turn my glance forward,
I lift up my hands to you in loneliness —
You, to whom I flee,
To whom in the deepest depths of my heart
I have solemnly consecrated altars
So that
Your voice might summon me again.

On them glows, deeply inscribed, the words:
To the unknown god.
I am his, although until this hour
I've remained in the wicked horde:
I am his—and I feel the bonds
That pull me down in my struggle
And, would I flee,
Force me into his service.

I want to know you, Unknown One,
You who have reached deep into my soul,
Into my life like the gust of a storm,
You incomprehensible yet related one!
I want to know you, even serve you.

(Translation by Philip Grundlerhner)

to know more about Nietzsche, here is an interesting link:

The Nietzche Channel