I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school.

This will be an inspiration post, sort of like a moodboard, with all the things that have inspired me during the last weeks. First of all some poetry. The last weeks have been quite poetry filled. The Poem "Die Liebenden" by Bertold Brecht is one of the poems I want to know by heart and I started to learn it. Even though I actually shouldn't put anything into my brain other than school material required for the soon to be exams... Everyone who reads this blog regularly should be familiar with the fact, that I absolutely love pictures with words on it, well this fetish has evolved in a new form: I am now obsessed with movie stills! With subtitles on the still! I will also post some of them! Right now I am very happy. It just appeared to me, that everything is just going to be alright.
Just rediscovered the song "wir sind hier nicht in seattle Dirk" by tocotronic!
OH hahahahah, how funny is the "Gap Yah"? And I actually know some English people who talk and are exactly like this guy...

DIE LIEBENDEN

Sieh jene Kraniche in großem Bogen!
Die Wolken, welche ihnen beigegeben
Zogen mit ihnen schon, als sie entflogen
Aus einem Leben in ein andres Leben
In gleicher Höhe und mit gleicher Eile
Scheinen sie alle beide nur daneben.
Daß so der Kranich mit der Wolke teile
Den schönen Himmel, den sie kurz befliegen
Daß also keines länger hier verweile
Und keines andres sehe als das Wiegen
Des andern in dem Wind, den beide spüren
Die jetzt im Fluge beieinander liegen
So mag der Wind sie in das Nichts entführen
Wenn sie nur nicht vergehen und sich bleiben
Solange kann sie beide nichts berühren
Solange kann man sie von jedem Ort vertreiben
Wo Regen drohen oder Schüsse schallen.
So unter Sonn und Monds wenig verschiedenen Scheiben
Fliegen sie hin, einander ganz verfallen.
Wohin ihr? Nirgendhin. Von wem davon? Von allen.
Ihr fragt, wie lange sind sie schon beisammen? Seit kurzem.
Und wann werden sie sich trennen? Bald.
So scheint die Liebe Liebenden ein Halt.






by valjusha

I need words

I am obsessed with photographs with words on them. And paired with some songtexts that are stuck in my head they are heartbreaking. These short phrases on the pics, or in songs, they are my lifesavers. I hold on to them, repeating the word like mantras.
"When we were teenagers we wanted to be the sky", written on a city background with a crane is just beautiful.

"Driving in your car I never, never want to go home .... And if doppeldecker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die" (The Smiths - There's a light that never goes out)

"And you love like nobody around you, oh how you love and a halo surrounds you, le pastie de la bourgeoisie, in the autumn cool say cheerio to school" (Belle & Sebastian - Le pastie de la bourgeoisie)

"Oh well you know, there she goes a little heartache, there she goes a little pain ..." (Babyshambles - There she goes)

"Sunday morning, brings the dawning, it's just a restless feeling by my side, early dawning, sunday morning, it's just the wasted years so close behind" (The velvet underground & Nico - Sunday morning)

"Fall is here, hear the yell, back to school, ring the bell, brand new shoes, walking blues, climb the fence, books and pens, I can tell that we are going the be friends" (The White Stripes - We are going to be friends)

by valjusha

"Oh baby, oh baby, then it fell apart, then it fell apart" (moby: extreme ways)

When people search for their great love, or just for love, or for someone to fully understand them, for someone where they can be who they really are, or for someone to talk and then have sex, or for someone to have a "real connection" going on, or for the life-long husband/wife, in the end they just mean: I don't want to be alone, I am scared to be alone and I need someone to understand the things I am going through, I don't want to die alone. But the thing is, that you are and will be always alone: nobody won't ever be able to see the things from exactely the same perspective that you see them; nobody will ever show as much interest into another person, as they are interested in themselves; when you die, whatever happens to you then, you will have to go through it alone. We are all miniature worlds/plantes which orbit around eachother, sometimes orbiting together, sometimes repelling eachother, but never ever being able to truly "walk in someone's elses shoes" or orbit in another pathway. Oneself is always the most important person, I mean, aren't people just much more satisfied to be talking about themselves than to listen to other people talk? It is painful to live, knowing that.

THE song from the 90ies: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9eHus6M7Gpk

by valjusha

Dreams are my reality

by valjusha

I love Françoise Hardy

I love her style and her music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOd_5ZRPmFs
by valjusha