Nun beginnt wieder das normale Leben, nach einer Woche Urlaub mit vielen Eindrücken und Ideen, wie wir mitgebracht haben.

Alice im Wunderland in mitten des Central Parks.

Heute abend gibt es ab 19 Uhr wieder eine „Erste Seite“.
Clemens Grote liest aus drei neuen Bücher.
Danach stellt Marco Keller eigene Texte vor.

Heute haben
Robert Browning * 1812
Horst Bienek * 1930
Volker Braun * 1939

Robert Browning
A Face

If one could have that little head of hers
Painted upon a background of pure gold,
Such as the Tuscan’s early art prefers!
No shade encroaching on the matchless mould
Of those two lips, which should be opening soft
In the pure profile; not as when she laughs,
For that spoils all: but rather as if aloft
Yon hyacinth, she loves so, leaned its staff’s
Burden of honey-colored buds to kiss
And capture ‚twixt the lips apart for this.
Then her little neck, three fingers might surround,
How it should waver on the pale gold ground
Up to the fruit-shaped, perfect chin it lifts!
I know, Correggio loves to mass, in rifts
Of heaven, his angel faces, orb on orb
Breaking its outline, burning shades absorb:
But these are only massed there, I should think,
Waiting to see some wonder momently
Grow out, stand full, fade slow against the sky
(That’s the pale ground you’d see this sweet face by),
All heaven, meanwhile, condensed into one eye
Which fears to lose the wonder, should it wink.


„Unsere Sehnsüchte sind unsere Möglichkeiten“

In diesem Sinne, wünsche ich Ihnen eine gute Woche und vielleicht bis heute abend.