“Your Coleridge” claims an award, the future, and some other stuff! :) …Part I.
I should say, I am not a big reader of blogs outside the blogosphere, but Movies, Silently is one the few ones that I frequently check. I am a lover of Expressionist poetry, and that topic goes really hand in hand with early film making.
Speaking of which, we will take a very close look at Shackleton, and his voyage on the Endurance in the upcoming weeks – and at the amazing movie material that came of it. So, Movies, Silently might well be a source I quote in this context; it’s the best blog on the topic I know, plain and simple.
— But back to the Versatile Blogger Award, and all matters related.
Select 15 new blog/bloggers you’ve recently discovered or follow regularly.
Nominate those bloggers for a Versatile Blogger Award, leave a link to their page and a comment on their latest post to let them know they’ve been nominated.
I am actually a life-long fan of Star Wars, referring to some of my best pals as “Luke” Skywalker”, and “Chewbacca”, and to myself as Han Solo.
…I have that in mind because I just bought a new RD-D2 cookie jar.
“Jin Roh”, “Eastern Promises”, and, brace yourself, “Robin Hood – Prince of Thieves”, as well as Robert Taylor’s “Ivanhoe” are my favorite movies of all time.
In my night desk I find condoms, a flashlight, gum, and the poems of Hart Crane.
The strongest I have ever identified with a person on TV was with the undercover agent in the Asian Noir movie Infernal Affairs.
I enjoy watching cage fights, and, since forever, my favorite fighters to watch have been Wanderlei Silva, and the long-retired Genki Sudo. My eyes sweat when Wandy KO’ed Stann earlier this spring.
My flat is full of goddamn elephant posters, statues, and furniture. Yes, the animal with the trunk. Why, I don’t really know. Freudian reflex much?
Now, here’s the deal: The poem is in German, and I have found no translation so far. So, you will have to make do with the German text.
If you find it somewhere else in English, let me know.
Copied from HERE, but really, I found it in the collected edition of his poems.
Wie eine Flamme in dem stummen Korn.
Er stolz wie eine Rose in der Hand.
Ein Narrenhelm statt einem Königsband.
Der eine Rübe schmählich nun verdaut.
Im Halmetor ein alter Hamster schaut.
Er hatte drei der Töchter. Welche nur?
Er war ein König vor geraumer Zeit.
Zu wandern durch der Himmel Einsamkeit.
Löscht eines düstren Abends banges Licht.
Ein Rabenvolk, wie schwarzer Schneefall dicht.
Der laute Donner durch die Wolken grell.
Der schwarz sich hebt aus dunklen Wiesen fern.
Entfliegt mit schnellem Flug der Abendstern.