Samstag, September 30, 2006


The Sonnets to Orpheus: XIX

(by Rainer Maria Rilke)

Though the world keeps changing its form
as fast as a cloud, still
what is accomplished falls home
to the Primeval.

Over the change and the passing,
larger and freer,
soars your eternal song,
god with the lyre.

Never has grief been possesed,
never has love been learned,
and what removes us in death

is not revealed.
Only the song through the land
hallows and heals.

(Translated by Stephen Mitchell)

Above you can see one of my pen drawings of the series "Orpheus and Eurydice"

Freitag, September 29, 2006


Mittwoch, September 27, 2006


Autumn Day

Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Let thine shadows upon the sundials fall,
and unleash the winds upon the open fields.

Command the last fruits into fullness;
give them just two more ripe, southern days,
urge them into completion and press
the last bit of sweetness into the heavy wine.

He who has no house now, will no longer build.
He who is alone now, will remain alone,
will awake in the night, read, write long letters,
and will wander restlessly along the avenues,
back and forth, as the leaves begin to blow.

Dedicated to my blogger friend Ricardo

Rainer Maria Rilke (4 December 1875 – 29 December 1926) is generally considered the German language's greatest 20th century poet. His haunting images tend to focus on the difficulty of communion with the ineffable in an age of disbelief, solitude, and profound anxiety — themes that tend to position him as a transitional figure between the traditional and the modernist poets.

Dienstag, September 26, 2006


Samstag, September 23, 2006


Once when the old religions were prohibited by the new potentates of a new religion, Chiron was placed in the sky by Zeus to live at one of the stars of " The constellation Centaurus.", the refuge of the centaurs.
Now a very boring life started for Chiron who was used to educate young guys.

Chiron often looked down whistfully to earth with his long-glass and observed there below those cute guys, he loved so much ...

One night, Chiron saw a very sad scene below on earth ... he saw how a father maltreated his son ... it was heartbreaking!
Chiron asked Zeus whether he was allowed to return to earth only this one time to assist that poor boy ...
Zeus gave his consent and Chiron went down to earth, wrapped in a cloud ...

When Chiron arrived he found the boy quite alone, crying bitter tears. Chiron came closer to the boy, very gently, and let him weep on his shoulder. That poor boy's name was G.W.

Next morning Chiron called on G.W.'s parents offering them his services as an educator for their son, but they chased him out, for they thought he would seduce G.W., so that G.W. would become gay in later times ...

That's why G.W. remained uneducated, silly and incapable for every decent job ...

Freitag, September 22, 2006


In the ancient world the sons of very prosperous families have got special teachers, called "centaurs". One of the most famous centaurs has been Chiron, the expert educator of Achilles.

How do Centaurs differ from usual teachers?

Well, a centaur is a mythological creature. Its head, arms, and chest are those of a human and the rest of its body, including four legs, hindquarters, and a tail is like that of a horse, as you can see on the picture :-)

Mittwoch, September 20, 2006


If the Caucasians are in distress there is no great reason for solicitude, because the Werewolf will come to their rescue :-)

Dienstag, September 19, 2006


As I already told in a comment (my recent post), the Catholicism is the source of each fascism ...

Hitler, Mussolini, Franco ... they all have got a well-founded Catholic education ...

Their primary object has been :


(The idea that the north Europeans were the "purest" of these people was theorised by the Comte de Gobineau and by other writers, most notably his disciple Sir Houston Stewart Chamberlain, who wrote of an "Aryan race" – those who spoke Indo-European languages and were claimed to be the "noblest" of people.) Sic!

On the top you can see a painting made by HITLER !!!

Sonntag, September 17, 2006


It's really incredible that the present Catholic pope in such times like these had no better idea as to quote the Byzantine emperor Manuel II Palaeologus (from 1391 to 1425) in a recent speech at the university of Regensburg with the words: "Show me just what Muhammad brought that was new, and there you will find things only evil and inhuman, such as his command to spread by the sword the faith he preached."
The point was to illustrate the fundamental contradiction between religion and holy war ...
Well, everything in this connection would have got another point of view if that pope had also alluded to all the acts of violence towards Non-Christians by a lot of former popes, since Christianity has become STATE RELIGION in the ancient Roman Empire under the emperor Constantine (AD 312)...

This pope didn't touch on the persecution of Jews, on the crusades, on the inquisition, on mandatory christianizations and so on ... and so on ... how can a man in his position be so undiplomatic and silly ? This is pure mediaevalism and the devious remark of the Catholic church ...

Freitag, September 15, 2006


In my recent post I mentioned an interesting sentence about the Native Americans, made by David Stannard, a sentence which is - from my point of view - a very important factor for the understanding of the so-called "WHITE" Caucasian History ... and that's only the tip of the iceberg ...


David E. Stanndard is Prof. of American Studies, at the Univ. of Hawaii. He is a distinguished historian, author, and expert speaker on the subject of the Native American/American Indians and the role they played in the history of the world.

Here is another excerpt of an interview he gave in San Francisco on March 12, 2000:

"By the turn of the Twentieth Century, I think 1910 by official US Census Bureau statistics, there's something like 250,000 Indians and that's all!
From a number that could have been ten million or twelve million· nobody knows. But in any case it's in the ninety percentile of destruction.

Whereas the Spanish wanted to exploit the Natives, that is use them up like draft horses or other animals... and then dispose of them because there were so many,
the British had no use for the Indians! None at all...
All they wanted was the land. [So even] as destructive and horrible as the Spanish were, the British were more nakedly genocidal.
They just wanted to kill. They just wanted to clear the land and the Indians were part of the land. Just as the trees were. Just as the bushes were. Just as the animals were.
Clear it! Wipe them out!

David Stannard's books include:

* Death in America
* Shrinking History
* Puritan Way of Death
* Before the Horror
* American Holocaust.

Here is a link to one of Stannard's books:

Dienstag, September 12, 2006


In the Beginning I was here.

Long before the White man and his diseases, his religions and his war-like ways.

I lived upon the land for countless moons, in harmony with the Great Spirit, honoring all life around me.

In this land called Kan-tu-kee, the great meadow, the dark and bloody ground, I was known as Shawnee.

I was also known by other names … Cherokee, Chickasaw, Iroquois, Lanapota, Creek …

I am Native American … the indigenous tribes of this land, the American Indian.

Montag, September 11, 2006


Our planet is already soaked from the blood of the innocents, however, hate and terror will never take an end ... and God stands on the sidelines ...

This pen drawing I made when there was that terrible war in Ex-Yugoslavia some years before the tragedy of 9/11 ...

Freitag, September 08, 2006


For Ric and Daniel who didn't know that I have a son :-) I put now this crayon, I made from him 24 years ago when he has been at the beautiful age of seventeen ;-)

Johannes is also very creative, to earn his living he works as a registered nurse with serious commitment ...


Yesterday they came to see me after their marvellous vacation in Tunisia, that ancient settlement of Phoenician colonists in North Africa, where in just seven years (in the 10th century BC), since their exodus from Tyre (in Lebanon), the Carthaginians have rebuilt a successful kingdom under the rule of their Queen Dido... the opera "Dido and Aeneas" by Henry Purcell reminds of that great and attractive woman of the ancient world.

At the top you can see Johannes and Brigitte on the traces of the ancient Carthaginians :-)

Dienstag, September 05, 2006


Then There's Only One Thing To Do

You. Man at the machine and man in the workshop. If they order you tomorrow to stop making water pipes and cook pots - and start making helmets and machine guns, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Girl behind the counter and girl at the office. If they order you tomorrow to fill hand grenades and mount scopes on sniper rifles, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Factory owner. If they order you tomorrow, to sell gun powder instead of talcum powder and cocoa, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Researcher in the laboratory. If they order you tomorrow, to invent a new death to do away with old life, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Poet in your room. If they order you tomorrow not to sing love songs, but songs of hate, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Doctor at the sick bed. If they order you tomorrow to certify men as fit for war, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Minister in the pulpit. If they order you tomorrow to bless murder and praise war as holy, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Captain on the steamer. If they order you tomorrow not to transport wheat - but cannons and tanks, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Pilot at the airfield. If they order you tomorrow to carry bombs and incendiaries over cities, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Tailor at your table. If they order you tomorrow to start sewing uniforms, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Judge in your robe. If they order you tomorrow to report to the military court, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Man at the train station. If tomorrow they order you to give the signal for the ammunition and the troop trains to depart, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Man in the village and man in the city. If they come for you tomorrow and with your induction papers, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO!

You. Mother in Normandy and mother in the Ukraine, you, mother in Frisco and London, you, on the banks of the Huang Ho and the Mississippi, you, mother in Nepal and Hamburg and Cairo and Oslo - mothers in all regions on earth, mothers all over the world, if they order you tomorrow to bear children - nurses for military hospitals and new soldiers for new battles, mothers all over the world, then there's only one thing to do: Say NO! Mothers, say NO!


There is nothing really "new" in the world in wartimes. So I want to present you the German poet Wolgang Borchert who died in 1947 at the age of 26 years ...

Wolfgang Borchert (May 20, 1921 – November 20, 1947) was a German author and playwright whose work was affected by his experience of dictatorship and his service in the Wehrmacht during the Second World War.

Borchert was born in 1921 in the German city of Hamburg. Far from being an enthusiastic Nazi, Borchert hated his (compulsory) time in the party's youth wing, the Hitler Youth (Hitlerjugend), from which (after much effort) he managed to resign. In 1940 he was arrested by the Gestapo (Secret State Police) and then released. The same year he reluctantly took up an apprenticeship at a Hamburg bookshop. While at the bookshop, Borchert secretly took acting lessons. In 1941, upon passing his acting examination, he left the apprenticeship and began working at a theatre in Hannover. His nascent theatrical career was cut short, however, by his conscription into the Wehrmacht only a few months later.

Borchert was posted to the Eastern front, where he saw the full horror of the eastern conflict, witnessing the numerous casualties in battle and those sustained due to cold, starvation, and inadequate equipment. When a cut on his hand became infected, Borchert contracted hepatitis. His superiors, accusing him of attempting to evade military service by self-mutilation, had him arrested and placed in isolation. He was convicted of making "statements endangering the country" and sentenced to serve a further six weeks of detention and was then sent back to the Eastern front "to prove himself at the front". There he suffered frostbite and several further bouts of hepatitis, after which he was granted medical leave. On leave he again acted in theatre in the now ravaged city of Hamburg. Following a performance in which he parodied Nazi propaganda minister Joseph Göbbels, Borchert was arrested and sentenced to nine months in prison. On his release he was again returned to the army, this time serving on the western front. His company surrendered to the French in March 1945. During their transportation to a prisoners of war camp Borchert evaded the guards and escaped, and then walked home to Hamburg (a distance of around 600 kilometres).

Following the war, Borchert's condition continued to worsen. In 1946 doctors told him the damage to his liver would kill him within a year...