Subliminal preferences

For a long time, may be for lifetime, I got preferences. Notwithstanding facts – which are important too – I got warm sympathies for men and things. For example Jews. Am I one myself? I am often asking. Maybe some of my ancestors were? But whoever it might be: my godfathers Hans and Franz, T.W. Adorno, Leo Trotzki, a waitor in a bar, an old card-playing Lady named Lika (“rira bien, qui rira le dernier”), Bob Dylan, Karl Marx (ok, not Liebermann): I look at them with complacence.

Then the Russians (am I a follower of Putin now?)! Russian literature! But the peasant and the soldier too…

“No tops, no bottoms feels/ who’s able to fly pure Russian eagles!” (Marina Zvetaeva). Well, she knows it.

But Swiss (ok, the flag from Wallis – treize étoiles)? or Germans? or Turks? Let’s say it like Gustav Heinemann: I don’t love nations, I love my wife!

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Verraeterfriedhof

Verrȁter-Friedhof – Traitor’s cemetery – Hainler Mezarliği – Ein Fragenkatalog

Kann man eine Liebesbeziehung zu Gott haben? (“Les histoires d’amour finissent mal – en général” – Cathérine Ringer)
Wenn ja, schliesst diese ein, dass Riten und Gebete eines Begrȁbnisses nur bestimmten Menschen zugestanden, andern aber, etwa toten Putschisten, verweigert werden?
Würde man damit nicht in die Rechte des geliebten Gottes eingreifen, der allein Tote bestrafen sollte?
Wie würde sich eine solche Haltung auf die – unschuldigen – Familien der Verstorbenen auswirken, welches Trauma etwa würden deren zurückgelassene Kinder erdulden?
Ist da nicht eher Hass als Liebe am Werke?
Würde Gott – so es ihn gibt – überhaupt bestrafen?

(Der Bürgermeister von İstanbul, Kadır Topbaş, hat ein spezielles Gelȁnde als Friedhof für Putschisten ausgewiesen und die türkische oberste Religionsbehörde Diyanet hat alle Imame angewiesen, den entsprechenden Toten den Segen und die Grabrituale zu verweigern)
(Dieser Text ist eine freie Übersetzung von Dilek Kutzlis Gedanken)

Walk on the wild side: David Bowie

We lost him this year. Remember, where he was born? South London. All his life was dedicated to music, acting, glamour and androgenity (Ziggy Stardust). For those purposes he didn’t fear alcoholism, workaholism, drugs, kinky lifestyle, though he studied art, music and design, including layout and typesetting too. Not only did he become a well-known patron of expressionist art, he began an intensive self-improvement course in classical music and literature. With him we went to be heroes for one day. Who wouldn’t want such a choir as a tribute? ? So: listen. And take you protein-pills and put your helmet on!

 

 

Django Reinhardt

Today a very interesting walk on the musical side: Django Reinhardt

Preliminary remark 1: Isn’t it interesting that Non-German people like Jews or Gypsies very often have German names, like Zimmermann, Libeskind, Rothschild, Horkheimer, Wiesengrund Adorno or Goldman? (while Germans often are named Podolski, Schimanski or Kaminer)

Preliminary remark 2: Some musicians “fall from heaven” (as my mother used to say about Mozart), they don’t need musical education, notes or solfege but play all by themselves and by ear, while electric-studio is invented to make singers of unmusical people with no voice at all, and some are even offered large sums NOT to sing.

Jean “Django” Reinhardt was a pure Gypsy, a “Manouche” like they are called in France. Once his caravan caught fire and Django was severely burnt. “This man will never play guitar again”, the doctor said. Two fingers of his hand remained paralyzed and the doctors even wanted to amputate one of his legs. But Django resisted and learnt to play only with two fingers and his thumb. If we only could play like him with a full hand! He composed too (“Minor Swing”) but mainly he improvised or covered existing songs (“See you in my dreams”), together with the violinist Stéphane Grapelli, who had fallen from the Italian sky. Very late in his life he learnt to write – Stéphane taught him only the upper case-letters. “Three things are important in life: to play guitar, to play billiard and to go fishing”, Reinhardt used to say, and he did it for many years in Saumois sur Seine (near Fontainebleau), were he died with only 43 years. After World War II, Reinhardt became re-immersed in Gypsy life, finding it difficult to adjust to the postwar world. He developed a reputation as being extremely unreliable.
I had the pleasure to meet a young Reinhardt in Hamburg (the Reinhardt-clan extends in spite of the Nazis on many countries, see “Schnuckeschnack” Reinhardt) This boy was extremely intelligent, extremely musical, but not really interested in school.

 

Paddington RS
Paddington RS Nice that “Minor swing”

Angela Merkel

http://youtu.be/0e8N6zndGqk
(De mortuis nihil nisi bene. Aber sie lebt?)

Verschiedentlich wird sie wegen ihres feinen Gespürs für andere, ihrer Intuition aber vor allem ihres Friedenswillens wegen gerühmt. Europa! Gemeinsame abendlȁndische Werte! Frieden!

Es ist ein gekonnter, immer wieder angewendeter Schachzug von ihr, im Nachhinein    Brȁnde auszutreten zu versuchen, die man aber in Wirklichkeit selbst gelegt hat.

“Wir schaffen das!” (die Flüchtlinge zu integrieren). Ja wer hat denn die Heimat dieser Menschen mitzerstört?

“Griechenland muss Schulden abbauen!” Ja, woher kommen wohl diese Schulden?

“Unser Erspartes ist sicher!” Ja, wer hat denn die Demokratie den Banken ausgeliefert?

“Die Südlȁnder müssen mehr arbeiten!” Ja, wenn ihre Wirtschaft mal nicht durch deutsche Exporte erwürgt würde.

“Das Minsker Abkommen sichert den Frieden in der Ukraine” Aber warum hat denn die Nato da gezündelt? (aber mit dem Finger auf Putin zeigen)

Apropos Nato: es gibt die sogenannte Nato-Russland-Akte, in der gemeinsam festgelegt wird, dass das westliche Bündnis KEINE Truppen in an Russland angrenzende Staaten verlegt. Wurde da diese Woche in Warschau nicht was anderes beschlossen?

Nicht, dass Merkel das einzige Staatsoberhaupt waere, welches nach diesem geschickten System vorgeht. Mir würden da noch andere einfallen.

Angela Merkel tritt vehement für die Irakkriege ein. Dafür zitiert sie sogar aus der Bergpredigt
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Honour

Honour – feminine

Honour – masculine

In all times men could earn their honour in war, in fighting. If someone refuses to fight, his honour was lost, he was called a coward. But to die in a fight was and is very honourable. Why do men go to war? To protect their wives and children.

Women do not fight. They cook lens-soup. Their honour is situated in a very different place: in between their legs. They have to be faithful. Horror, if a woman has a lover. Disaster, if she got pregnant from. She must be killed. I am not talking about the stone-age now. In the sixties of the 20th century a woman which gave birth without being married was a kind of outcast in Germany. And we all know enough of honour-killings….

honorBut of course to rape “the enemies” wives was and is a must in all wars. May they live without their honour…..