The life of the spirit may be fairly
represented in diagram as a large acute-angled triangle divided horizontally into unequal parts with the narrowest segment uppermost. The lower the segment the greater it is in breadth, depth, and area.The whole triangle is moving slowly, almost invisibly forwards and upwards. Where the apex was today the second segment is tomorrow; what today can be understood only by the apex and to the rest of the triangle is an incomprehensible gibberish, forms tomorrow the true thought and feeling of the second segment. At the apex of the top segment stands often one man, and only one. His joyful vision cloaks a vast sorrow. Even those who are nearest to him in sympathy do not understand him. Angrily they abuse him as charlatan or madman. So in his lifetime stood Beethoven, solitary and insulted. Wassily Kandinsky (1866 –1944)


Saturday, January 7, 2012

Thomas Feiner & Anywhen - Postcard



"Postcard"

Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the places you never dared to walk
You never saw the silent battle zones
Beneath earth towers and beyond your gardens

Was born a walker
Into this world I walk

And what’s to miss about the old ball and chain?
Imaginary top of the food-chain ways
I found more truth in a cheap bottle of wine
I found more life by a burning barrel

Was born a walker
And so away I walk

Was born a walker
And this world I stalk

Run by my friend
If you think you are free
Duck my friend, and cover
If you think you are safe

Here come greetings from the fires of dusk
From all the thoughts you never dared to think
From all the choices you’ll never dare to make
Just a postcard from ground-level and below Song
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