Month: May 2014

Poem for the Weekend #16

History repeats itself. Last Monday – a pocket of hours to fill as I wished – I sauntered into Bücher Pustet in Regensburg once more and spent a lonesome 10 Euro note on another E. E. Cummings anthology. Where books (and sugar, but that’s another story) are concerned, I am helpless. This particular poem, devoured greedily on the train to Munich as a biblical thunderstorm writhed outside the window, is a new favourite. Have a lovely weekend! xo You are tired, (I think) Of the always puzzle of living and doing; And so am I. Come with me, then, And we’ll leave it far and far away— (Only you and I, understand!) You have played, (I think) And broke the toys you were fondest of, And are a little tired now; Tired of things that break, and— Just tired. So am I. But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight, And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart— Open to me! For I will show you the places Nobody …

Been There | Regensburg, 2014

I visited this city as a little girl, often, and so to visit it as a woman of twenty-three years – to be able to point out the cobbled street where I lived when I was twenty and to recognise familiar faces in cafes, on the street – is the most wondrous feeling. The air was close and I spent the weekend in a haze of heat and sunshine, the sky so bright I could feel freckles forming on my arms. I drank my weight in Apfelschorle, stalked my old neighbours, rode the ferris wheel and munched on Schoko-Erdbeeren with Carolin, reminisced with Andreas, hiked through Kallmünz with Rudi and Christl, sat in our old seats at Cafe Lila with Julia, ate cake for lunch and Waldbeertorte (foresty fruity tart) for tea, accompanied friends to the European election, cycled furiously down the Regenradweg on my old blue bicycle (out of storage, for one weekend only!) and gazed in awe at the various beauties enshrined in this small city and its environs. To return to somewhere …

Mid-week poem: Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may tread me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you?  Why are you beset with gloom?  ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken?  Bowed head and lowered eyes?  Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you?  Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you?  Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I …

Regensburg.

1. Regensburg lilacs. 2. Sankt Emmeran’s Kirche. 3. My former workplace. 4. The only way to get around. 5. Sunbathers on the Jahninsel. 6. View from the Dreieinigkeitskirche. 7. Sunset on the Danube. 8. Regensburg Lula. 9. Fahrrad! 10. Danube Canal. (*Pictures from Spring 2012). Because my heart is all aflutter with the knowledge that, this time tomorrow, I’ll be in my true blue city soulmate Regensburg – so aflutter than I can’t write anything more! Bis bald! xo P.S. For fewer inane ramblings on my behalf and more Regensburg, head here or here!

Weekly Thanksgivings.

I am feeling especially thankful this week. I’m thankful for: long email conversations. The ability to text my American best friends. Reconnecting with old acquaintances. Deep breaths. Blackcurrant Lemsip. My mother’s newfangled obsession with cordials (hello, rhubarb and lavender cordial in bed!) The funniest colleagues who are partial to morning coffee and afternoon tea. Cheese on toast (the best food for cold-sufferers.) The music of James Vincent McMorrow. Fiery sunsets that make you grateful to be alive with eyes to see them. Skirts that twirl. My straw bag from the charity shop. 27 degree weather (oh my!) The breeze, too. My imminent visit to Bavaria and plans to dip my toes in the Danube and hang out with all my old friends while sitting in a beer tent wearing a Dirndl. Humility. Opportunities. A future that is hopeful and exciting. My grandfather’s 83rd birthday celebrations (he’s the best man I know.) My family. Straw hats. A boy who takes me to the beach on a whim. Long train rides. Light evenings. The perfect blue of …