Literature

Shut up and write, Leipzig!

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I walk nervously into the bar of a hotel in the center of Leipzig, not knowing what to expect. Maybe I appear as someone on their first date. Looking nervously around the room, trying to catch someone’s eye, hoping they’re going to show up. But straight away, I see the cheery, welcoming sign “Shut Up

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Künstlertext: The only bag – ein Bild von Wirya Omar

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Ein Grenzgebiet tritt nach außen. Siedend Heißes wird kaltes Eis. Es fährt ein Wandel ein. Die eingefallene Zeitrechnung erhebt die Sekunde zur Stunde, den Tag zum Monat. Lautes Singen soll gegen die Angst helfen, haben sie gesagt. Lieder werden gebrüllt. Wir hatten eine kleine Katze. Der erste Donner hat sie in den Himmel geholt. Ich

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Brush up on your Greek

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There’s a Latin saying, “Graeca sunt, non leguntur“, which means, “it’s Greek, it can’t be read”. Something akin to “it’s all Greek to me”. Such a difficult language, with its strange alphabet. How could one possibly learn it, right? And yet, most European languages carry a heavy burden of Greek words in their vocabulary. Even

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Sea poems

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The sea The sea as a seascape In a frame over the dining table The sea a forever moving element Scary to seamen When they face a storm   The sea as holiday background Refreshing water on a tanned skin Burnt by the sun The sea an omnipresent blue Continuation of the sky above  

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Book launch: The Poesie Book of Eva Goldberg

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The poesie book of Eva Goldberg traces the escape of the Goldberg family prior to the start of the Second World War. Their flight began in Görlitz and lead via the Netherlands and Great Britain to the USA. Eva Goldberg grew up in Görlitz and had a very happy childhood. She often traveled to Amsterdam

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A date with Proust

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This book has been accompanying me for the last few years. It is a series of books actually, the famous Remembrance of Things Past or In Search of Lost Time by Marcel Proust. I try to read a few pages every weekend when I have more time on my hands. I savour every word of the original French. It

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