Your winter coat lies where we once lay on the bed of a decaying forest
the silence is as hard as pounding hooves or soft as the moon rising
in your kingdom of stars.

Gurkski’s ” Il me faut t’abandonne”

“Come dusk is when my mind walks out

from where I fence myself in,

my dark room of nightly delights where

I encounter her, my queen of all things blue

and we fight right from the start

To make me love her even more.

I place the hands of my heart to gather

my hunting spirit, follow her footprints

into our forests of love and war.”

( excerpt)

Von Liebe und Krieg — Of love and war
Translation to German by Bernd @ Neues Vom Hutschi

NICHT BEREIT DAFÜR REISE ICH,
UM ZU ÜBERLEBEN,
DURCH ERINNERUNGEN, DIE SICH EINFINDEN,
OHNE EINKLANG.
DA LIEGT DEIN WINTERMANTEL,
WO EINST UNSERE RÜCKEN WAREN,
HALB BEGRABEN IM FALLENDEN SCHNEE,
JETZT VERROTTEN SIE ZWISCHEN ZAPFEN UND NADELN.
DER WALDBODEN RIECHT NACH BRENNENDER KIEFER
UND STILLE IST WIE DER KLANG STAMPFENDER
HUFE ODER SANFT WIE DER ZUNEHMENDE MOND
IN DEINEM REICH DER STERNE.
AUSZUG AUS GURKSKIS „IL ME FAUT T’ABANDONNE“
„KOMM, DÄMMERUNG IST, WENN MEINE GEDANKEN FORTWANDERN,
VON DA, WO ICH MICH EINZÄUNE,
MEIN DUNKLER RAUM NÄCHTLICHER FREUDEN, WO
ICH IHR BEGEGNE, MEINER KÖNIGIN ALLER BLAUEN DINGE,
UND WIR KÄMPFEN VON ANBEGINN,
DASS ICH SIE NOCH MEHR LIEBE.
ICH NEHME DIE HÄNDE MEINES HERZENS
EINZUFANGEN MEIN JAGENDES WESEN, FOLGE IHREN SPUREN
IN UNSERE WÄLDER AUS LIEBE UND KRIEG.“

134 thoughts on “Of Liebe and Krieg

  1. I want to follow footprints
    that entice me with living colours
    and tender passions,
    and kiss me
    where harsher hues have left their scars.
    I saw them on the beach today
    and hoped
    against all hope,
    against all time,
    against all space,
    that just this once, the sight of them would lead me home
    and draw me free.

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          1. Sweet.
            I ain’t touching the block editor. Ever. I go by the admin panel and have since I started using WP. And you can as well. I know not a single person who likes this st*t.

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          2. Hmmm… There has to be a way for you to get to the admin page. And I don’t know if there is the classic writer or not, to tell the truth. But when you go to “my home” at the bottom left is the WP admin. If you click there, it brings you to the Admin where you can add posts and such. That’s where I go to and where I’ve set my tab to go when I want to write a post… You have to be able to get to the admin. Good luck!

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          3. Yes. Unfortunately, it keeps trying to bully us. I see the suggestion in the bottom right corner but ignore it.
            I swear, if they force us from the admin page, I’ll change platforms!

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          1. We were ina fav place and that was wonderful and we had a good laugh with friends . The things we so love the hotel for were not all there right now but hey, that is what it is right now.

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          2. Well the friends we were with went through a phase of sitting behind their doors. I honestly spent last week waiting for the email from them saying they had decided not to come. But like that they came to the conclusion that life is risk and about making memories by doing things that make it worth living. It was awesome to be in a fav place and on the hills–well it is a community on them– that was all the same as ever. Such food for the soul. And we had a great laugh, despite the pouring rain.

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          3. This is heartwarming, it’s so hard to stay shut away from friends and family. I’m glad you were able to meet and enjoy each other’s company. A great laugh is the best medicine! Sending hugs.

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        1. She’s not my oldest friend but she is the one I see, known each other since we were thirteen. They live in Edinburgh so we don’t see that much of them. generally we go to Glencoe once each year with them and they come through for the night to exchange pressies near Christmas and they come through for our Fisherman’s Beer Fest…cancelled this year. We always have a great laugh. This trip should have been in May and with things not long opening there’s a ton of restrictions but we well found our way and the regular staff there to whom me and the MR are regulars, they bent over backwards.

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          1. That makes me smile so big, it sounds so wonderful . I’m glad that it was able to be and went well. We are so restricted here still dear Shey because our “stats” are still so high and rising. I think Scotland is one of the most beautiful places in the world so I’m going to enjoy your outing vicariously. They sound like amazing friends, nothing better than that. xo

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          2. Difficult times for everyone my friend. And we are very lucky personally where we live in Scotland (despite the fact that this week there was this huge thing on sky news and every other news re a school that had been hit, showing pics of a school that was not that school and pupils that were not these pupils in any way, which left us all to believe, what next? ) But all the way we have had family at hand and small indy shops open five mins away. Our friends had nothing like that. Ot varies place to place, country to country. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Keep smiling.

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          3. Many places have opened here but our numbers are rising. the smart ones are wearing a mask in public. Thank heavens for our essential workers. Stay healthy over there and hoping we will all get back to normal soon. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Smiles.

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      1. Bless you Holly…. I just had to close comments as I spend so much time I get less time in visiting others… I am only in blog land a few hours a day now instead of half a day or half a night Lol..
        Many thanks for your visiting and for your support.. It means a lot… Love and Hugs your way ❤

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  2. Auf Liebe and Krieg. Love that. I’ve heard many a young woman speak of the spellbinding feral look of the German man’s eyes. Well, they gave us the impetus for the Age of Romanticism and the concept of self expression in the arts and nature while maintaining alles in ordnung. Order and quiet wasn’t where the heart was when romance and conquest met on the fields of love. You return me effortlessly to the forested battlefields of old Deutschland and the Englischer’s Garden in München where the absence of tan lines on bare bottoms first enamored my reckless soul to a truer kind of freedom.

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    1. That’s so beautiful Dan. Gurkski would smile. He was a MünchenEr from Haselbergl and Augsburg. I lived in Trier and Bitburg as I may have said, were you aware of an enormous natural pool ( freezing) in Trier surrounded on all sides by grass. always packed with people. I spent a lot big time soaking up sun there but in the ten years since I’ve been unable to find any mention of this huge pool. I would so love to find it on line but can’t. are you aware of it?

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      1. To think I wandered aimlessly on the same ground as Gurkski is another twist. I lived in Augsburg for a while and went to Munich often. Then I moved to Stuttgart. I do remember a large schwimbad in Trier near some buildings on one side and the open fields and trees on the other side. My girlfriend and I visited Trier and we were all about the schwimbad. I wonder if this could be the same one you describe. There were so many nature parks there we surely missed some great outdoor fun. I always wanted to take a boat trip on the Moselle river in one of those long houseboats to sleep on the river a couple of nights. I think the German people as a whole had a real connection with the outdoors, swimming and the sun and Trier was a beautiful area.

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        1. Those were some great times. I took the Viking Tour up the Rhine in 2017. Flew to London on to Bern took the river boat up the Rhine and back to Bern. I highly recommend it if you ever feel like doing that. Unfortunately it was the end of November and freezing. Spring would be nicer.

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          1. I think you are right Rene. I bet another romantic story could evolve out of such a captivating vacation. My imagination and muse work best under such circumstances.

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          2. I’m calling all the memories in now and trying to sort them out. It’s a puzzle I’ve left in the box unassembled for a long time, I’m afraid. I look forward to reading more.

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          3. I have an introduction worked out to set the scene. I feel the Café de Luna pining to be the sad café on the rue Calaincourt just down from the Hotel Ibis and Van Gogh’s old haunts. Speaking of haunts, the grand cemetery is across the street. It’s a quaint place, so typical of Paris with the tree covered boulevards, a theater and garden nearby. I believe the Musée de la Vie Romantique is walking distance. Paris can’t be known in a lifetime but what is remembered there can last a lifetime. Will it do or is there a particular café that comes to mind for you?

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          4. Café Rouge et Noir it is. I think it already has the right atmosphere, Red and Black. Like the old classic story, Le Rouge et Le Noir – The Red and the Black by Henri Marie Beyle (Stendhal) a quote from the book, “He would dream with delight that he would one day encounter the beautiful women of Paris…” perhaps there is a connection. 🤭🤫

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          5. This reminds me a lot of Hemmingway’s, A Moveable Feast, about his years as an expat journalist and writer in Paris during the 1920s. It recalls his first marriage to Hadley Richardson and his exploits with the Lost Generation between wars in France. Mostly, it’s his style of writing and language. He had a way of self censoring his writing but still adding enough dialog and short description of the scene to build a cult following in his time. Different times for sure. I think our current anarchist fad would want to have all memory of him removed from history now. No matter. What really matters is the Cafe Luna is next to a monument carved by Auguste Rodin of the French novelist Honore Balzac, who I have been accused of having a similar writing style. I could not have known that at the time of my careless viewing. Is it fate or irony? It all seems so magically connected. Paris is a place one cannot live with constraints. We’ll not constrain ourselves either.

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          6. I always try to hold an equal footing with the stars that surround me and offer so much of themselves. To do otherwise leaves me drowning in all the things I want to know. Learning keeps me busy. No constraints, My thoughts exactly. Your character in this story comes from a very genuine place and my muse tells me you are a lot like Paris, the city of light, and also the cradle of the Arts, literature, music, and architecture. Every city block is a lesson in history and unconquerable beauty in every direction if one is gifted to see the beauty of love that built Paris and carried it through all her dark times to remain the city of light. No one can know her completely, but it’s enough to know that she remains magnificent in the light of every possible measure. She is ancient and modern, avant garde and steadfast in her grace. She is everything she should be and so much more. But, please don’t let my hyperbole push you in any way. Your poetic soul is the energy that writes this story. The hyperactive boy in my mind leaps from one subject to the next. Someone has to keep a toe on the ground so I don’t spin off into space. 😁🤦‍♀️

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          7. She is art, culture, she is magnificently beyond label. She is sunlit cafes above dark catacombs, a stroll along the Left bank where between lovers dark eyes meet and drown in one another. By night, her dimly lit alleys harbor elicit rendezvous in back booths of smoke filled cafés. That and so much more is Paris.

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          8. I think my muse has worked out the framework of this endearing tale of shared memories. I hope you will like it but remember, you need not tread lightly. A good batter may be well kneaded or barely touched. It’s all in what you envision the result to be. Your vision is of the utmost importance. 🤗

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          9. I will make sure you see the rough draft in all it’s neediness for your rescue. I think I need to get it to a point where you can actually see what has happened. It’s in deep Dan code now. Even I struggle to understand it. 🤗

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          10. 😉. It’s my 137 step editing process that sometimes gets a bit excessive. I suffer from not good enough yet syndrome. I’m probably the only person that does that. 🙃📚

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          11. Waaa haaa haaaa! OCD hand washing is the new norm for a lot of us but I suspect you were doing it long before the new bug came to town cuz you’re a pro like that. No worries, only 80 more rewrites to go for I have a rough draft. Scrubbing it 🧼🧽🚿

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  3. Your intro is superb!
    Gurkski had a magic, and you are keeping it alive.
    It’s always extra special when Bernd does a translation.
    Love this!!!

    PS, I might know why you can’t get to the classic editor. It’s happened to me! Will write a mail, after dinner!

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  4. what an amazing poem! i love the imagery entailed in it!! thank you so much for sharing💞

    Follow @everythingtips for tips and recommendations if interested! It would mean a lot to me!🥺🤍

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