Monthly Archives: September 2014

Life as One

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

LIFE AS ONE We stand within an ancient brand-new NOW, At once within an empty corner devoid of vision, An angle formed by two lines meeting, The meeting point itself a standstill, And then, beyond the point, a yearning, A … Continue reading →

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Fuer Grete

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

Fuer Grete Steile Bergwand, Du reisst Dich hoch in der Luefte Nebel, die Dich wie geisterhafte Haeuche umrinnen, dann trocknend und dunstig, fast unsichtbar, unserem offenen Auge entgehn.

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For Grete

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

For Grete In memory of Grete Perleberg Steep mountainface, you haul yourself up into cloudy mists, which surround you like ghostly vapours; then drying and humid, invisible, you escape our open eye. You, hard rock, are homeward bound. Our mathematical … Continue reading →

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Der Zeitpunkt

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

DER ZEITPUNKT (Original German language version of Timeframe)  HOERT IHR LEUT UND LASST EUCH SAGEN: UNS’RE GLOCK HAT ZWOELF GESCHLAGEN!

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I am a Human Being

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

I AM A HUMAN BEING Grapevine and grapes grope for my brain though I don’t drink. It’s all in vain. For I see double and triple to boot, see some of the others and cannot stay mute. I’m Mrs. Messy, … Continue reading →

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Das Menschenkind

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

DAS MENSCHENKIND Weinstock and Reben raenkeln sich, um meinen Hirnstamm zaenkeln sich. Hab doch getrunken keinen Wein, muss wohl woanders ein Trinker sein.

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Sonderbar

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

SONDERBAR     Im Traume denk ich mir ‘nen Baum. Da steht er schon und ist kein Traum, denn dass ich traeume, weiss ich nicht, derweil ich traeume die Geschicht.

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Fuchs

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

FUCHS FUCHS, DU HAST DIE GANS GESTOHLEN, GIB SIE WIEDER HER. “Meinst Du denn, dass ich alleine hab gestohlen Eins und Eine? Ist die Gans die ganze Welt?”

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Fox

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

F O X In this German children’s song the fox who stole the goose is told that he must give it back, or he will surely lose:

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Three Carrots

Posted on September 7, 2014 by Ute Kaboolian

THREE CARROTS English version by the author from the German on 9-3-1993 They were scraping carrots in the pub by the moor, somewhere in Germany, to be sure, when on the first of September ’91, they found these three carrots … Continue reading →

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