tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63027772011-09-13T10:32:15.450-07:00YEAH, WRITE!.
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MACHT NICHTS! <i>WIR</i> VERSTEHEN UNS!Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comBlogger431100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-40440869647309659962010-01-19T11:32:00.000-08:002010-01-19T13:58:39.904-08:00By the LakesideThe trees there in the distancespring into the skylike bursts of ink on paperthat fall and quickly dryThe lakeside is as silentas music when it stops(though there will soon be clamoras when the curtain drops)Clouds on the lake reflectingare breath's trace on glasstwitches of your bellyare ripples as they passYour hips, the smooth horizonas slumbering you lieyour dark hair Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1113722842486864362008-02-13T00:23:00.000-08:002008-02-14T09:52:11.658-08:00Schreiben will mein HerzSchreiben will mein Herz -über die Seiten blutenbis mein Rot das Blatt verdecktBlut spritzendwill ich glücklich seinin dieser Fremdealle Wahrheit war nur Nameund jede Hoffnung weiss, hell, leernichtwissendklatscht mein Herz aufblutend hellrotwunderschön einsam- April 2005Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-54180785937055596992008-01-20T09:52:00.001-08:002008-01-21T10:08:26.973-08:00Must the deepest truths in life remain covert ?After I finished the Silver Glow, I felt that I had reached a sort of core with its writing. That is why I am so much more fond of the piece than many of my other scribblings.Nevertheless, I never understood what I exactly meant with the piece; over time, I have had various theories on what the story meant to me and why the protagonist acted the Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-42986814510019827102007-11-21T04:49:00.000-08:002007-11-22T03:56:47.524-08:00LongingLike wavesrolling in the distanceexalting youwith the spaceof their silenceBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-60534221999268997352007-11-19T05:32:00.001-08:002007-11-19T06:44:49.372-08:00Morning ComesSo I am again a chieftainwrapped in lion skin gownsas ceremony commences& barefoot dancers pound the dusty groundand spirits seep forth from the EarthFeathered women joinwith breasts rolling& drums beat heavy rhythmw/ bouncing fingerspounding skin membrane& razor spiked teeth flashing thru the dustscreams pierce forth - screechingas feathers swirl and are lost to earththe beat-soakedBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-54320310497463886952007-11-19T05:16:00.000-08:002007-11-19T05:19:10.677-08:00Our SongA shadow - a teara sigh caught on glassthe flutter of wings.Be still - for I heard somethingthat reminded meand must have been -our song.Evening. Night. Whispers on the terraceover the glowing tipof a cigaretteI can't see the windbut I can hear the leaves rustle -and there -it must be!They're playing our songSsh... don't cry -because it had to belong ago - the moon was shiningour song Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-77107487219282514392007-11-17T08:34:00.001-08:002007-11-17T08:35:50.472-08:00The stars I sawWere streetlightsIn soft confusionWere they blessedWith shining, happy souls.Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-57219538488136035242007-11-05T11:27:00.000-08:002007-11-22T03:58:31.240-08:00I wrote the poem below yesterday, with the central line an allusion to something I had written a time ago. Not only did I find the original entry today morning, but I discovered, much to my amusement, that it had been written exactly 3 years ago.At Home Againmy sobs ricochetlike glass breakingin the empty hallwaythe hanging coatscarve shadowsthrough the milky entrance glowOh, and seeWhat Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-85686971657530134842007-09-28T09:20:00.001-07:002008-01-21T06:33:01.711-08:00Classical favorites listSchubert sonata D 959 AndantinoSchubert sonata D 960 in B flatSchubert impromptu D946Schubert impromptu D899Scarlatti Sonata k213Scarlatti Sonata k 518Scarlatti sonata k 208Bach Preambulum in C BWV 924Bach Chaconne (Partita for Violin)Bach Prelude in e BWV 853Bach Praeludium in c BWV 934Bach Goldberg Variations (perf: G. Gould!)Bach Partita #4 in D maj. Allemande & Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-7653340581312385142007-09-18T09:03:00.000-07:002007-09-18T09:17:16.095-07:00Hey guys. For easy reference, here the deeplinks to the European Beauty series on my blog:European Beauty 1: The Silver GlowEuropean Beauty 3: Mark's LoveEuropean Beauty 4: In Winter(Note: EB 2 and 5 are still not yet ready to be posted!)Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-76440878172177594682007-09-04T14:25:00.001-07:002007-09-22T06:42:11.012-07:00Ein Versuch über das Glück I:Über die Enttäuschung. Ich spüre immer mehr, dass das prägende Wort in meinem Leben die Enttäuschung ist und dass ich dabei allmählich das Glück wiederfinde. Dieser Satz scheint zuerst höchst paradox zu sein, da die Enttäuschung normalerweise als Bekenntnis des Scheiterns gesehen wird, was ja ziemlich wenig mit Glück zu tun hat. Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-48193633080411160042007-09-04T14:06:00.001-07:002007-09-08T03:55:23.937-07:00In my writing I cannot be honest. It is as if I were constantly caught in a maze of walls and moving mirrors... while I write, the walls seem to shift so that anything I have put onto paper soon seems at times ridiculous, overblown, pathetic or pompous; yet as I make myself to correct my fault, the mirrors again move and I hit a a wall that I was carefully trying to avoid a moment before...Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-81051095584740443252007-09-02T15:20:00.001-07:002007-09-04T13:51:46.601-07:00European Beauty 4:In WinterI was at my best friend's birthday party, to shake myself of her memory. It had been going well, I had met old friends of mine, and some of them seemed genuinely interested in what I had been up to the last one year. I was happy to fill them in on all the details: my trip to Singapore, the change of jobs, the new apartment I had moved in to a few months ago. Of course, Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1098376625417554442006-06-22T09:36:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:33.276-08:00The Silver Glowin: european beauty (part 1)by Berti M.I was playing the piano, a sonata by Scarlatti, K213. The piece begins beautifully, it really does. The notes come - chasing one another, separate, yet not entirely separated, recongizing each other, the way one recongizes another through translucent glass.Immersed in such play, I didn't hear the phone ring, my father picked it up briskly, Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1149364536059189712006-06-03T12:23:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:34.701-08:00You can now download a compilation of some of my earlier poetry, here.Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1136465385779719272006-01-05T04:49:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:34.629-08:00Venus' SmileNoone can rob Venus of her smilecarved in stoneNoone can rob Venus of her smile-2006Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1134599687475260212005-12-14T14:29:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:34.564-08:00Most people won't get my Troy post, because it is full of puns that only those who were along for the Startwoche will really appreciate. However, my personal best of is quoted below:Peter ist geniert, weil man mit den meisten Menschen nur auf der Oberfläche verkehren kann. Er ist frustriert, dass er das Objekt nicht penetrieren darf. Die Idee der Oberfläche stört Ihn. Er wolle mit Menschen die Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1133864366540812452005-12-06T02:17:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:34.408-08:00Mais tant d'autres sont las et n'ont rien à cacher, Même plus de fantasmes-excerpt,Michelle Houellebecql'amour, l'amourBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1132616271630623332005-11-21T15:36:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:34.317-08:00Troja:Fantasie ImpromptuPreludeDie hölzerne Schenkung ist noch weit weg von Troja; die Soldaten für die Bemannung sind allerdings schon ausgewählt; sie sitzen plaudernd auf den Stufen des Amphitheaters, rings um das fremde Objekt, das auf der Bühne steht. Endlich taucht Achilles auf, zwingt sich, träge, durch die Menge. „Musik...“ flüstert er, „... ... .... jetzt“. Ein Hoplit, die Schnallen Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1131303514175602352005-11-06T10:58:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:34.242-08:00European Beauty IIIMark's LoveOn the day of his graduation, Mark went up to the attic of his Delft dormitory,opened the window, reached far out into the night and nailed his belt onto the roof'soverhang. He stuck his head through the hoop and jumped out. Hisdanging body was noticed early next morning by passers-by, who had, it's safe tosay, never before seen such a bizarre and terrible Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1126131050120049332005-09-07T15:08:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:34.156-08:00Transfer.Yes, knick-nacks is right; oh yes, almost forgot: black ink on recycled paper ;))Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1124652114929113072005-08-21T12:21:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:34.071-08:00I welcome everyone to my new Blog, http://deadflies.blogspot.com cheers!!Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1112544023099316862005-04-03T08:57:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:33.657-08:00Jeder Mensch ist eine Komödie seines Willens, durch die Wahrheit seines Willens wird er entblösstBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1112543175649052772005-04-03T08:45:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:33.589-08:00The Forgotten WishSomewhere between two citiesI lost my hopeit still lies there someplacelike an empty canon the side of the road.Somehow between a thrown smileand a disco urinalI lost loveshe left like a dog :losing interestafter never being fed.Sometime between october and the new yearI lost your memoryit faded out one dayas I ceased to even wish.- March 2005Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1098053485790279152004-10-17T15:51:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:33.126-08:00Yesterday, I cleaned up my flat and sat around for a while, a sudden calm after a hectic week.Very hectic. Once I realized that the train wasn't going to catch me, I trudged down to the station to catch it. Never before did it seem to linger so long until parting. Nearly at home, it dawned on me that I would have to figure out what to do next. Everything seems to have become complicated. Letting Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1095113969169121242004-09-13T14:52:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:32.430-08:00A problem inherent in the virtualization of thought is the loss of quality control and value hierarchies: everything fed into the internet - from Goethe's Faust to a how-to guide on inline skating - has the same Existenzberechtigung (right to exist) in a completely decontextualised and egalitarian environment, with each word constituting a few bytes of data. Traditionally, selection and valuationBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1094768267371448502004-09-09T15:16:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:32.363-08:00Here a new version of my essay. still not complete. It is divided into several sub-essays :
From the Impossible to the Intended
The Possible Impossible
"Nothing is impossible" proclaims the gargantuan Adidas poster hung from the ceiling of the Hauptbahnhof hall. The sheer size of the ad seems to verify the statement, its palpable, visual omnipresence providing totalitarian affirmation. On Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1094681294353237192004-09-08T15:06:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:32.269-08:00I wrote this poem in Szigetszentmiklos, HungaryEve on to NightA spark from the skybounced on my floorit wasn't youbut your name it boreI read this spark avidas I often hopeit lit alight firewhere fire ne'er stokedit lit alight firethat died all too soonleaving me eveningwithout leaving noonwhat God has givenGod taketh awaybut this spark went blackbefore I could praynow its dark shadowgrows near Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1094680733840653642004-09-08T14:54:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:32.197-08:00My present journal, by the way, is called the Second Black Book. It is my fifth journal:
I: ctr + alt + del
II: ctr + alt + del 2
III: the Black Book
IV: the Green Journal
V: the Second Black Book
Cheers & Good Night.
Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1094680068490478002004-09-08T14:46:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:32.121-08:00Check out the promised journal entries (in pdf format) by clicking on following link:Selected Journal Entries from the Green Book
Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1094390362888760452004-09-05T06:17:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:32.050-08:00As part of selling myself off to You, my invisible readership, I will be posting a small selection of entries from my most recently completed Journal, the Green Book.
Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1086101151789653502004-06-01T07:45:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:31.797-08:00Autumn leaves in springBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1085820345903961712004-05-29T01:45:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:31.637-08:00The public - the private .Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1082726835686500192004-04-23T06:26:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:31.563-08:00I had a dream: go to Paris, and get a job there for the summer.Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1082711240627931382004-04-23T02:04:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:31.488-08:00I just read Robert Kagan's Power and Weakness, on policyreview.org. I do not always aggree, but I have to say that though I was skeptical at first - to the point of not reading onwards - it is brilliant, a true springboard for further thought.
http://www.policyreview.org/JUN02/kagan.htmlBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1082707893240856432004-04-23T01:11:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:31.421-08:00Here my infamous CNN article published, for those who asked for it
Requiem CNN:
pornography and propaganda
People exhibits strange habits while viewing pornography. I for one sometimes find a slipper in one hand. It was with slippers and shoes that the enraged citizens of Fallujah beat at the charred remains of american contractors before hanging them like grizly scarecrows from a nearby bridgeBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1082707671730649542004-04-23T01:07:00.000-07:002006-11-12T15:55:31.353-08:00Quick! Hide behind these coats!
Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1073774833752051042004-01-10T14:45:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:31.145-08:00If I were an artist, Id take a picture of myself in the empty bathtub with a rough raster and call it
untitled V or:
noahs arcBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1073661565170296872004-01-09T07:19:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:30.907-08:00Now Im in SG. Will check the checcklist points thoroughly.Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1073654188327273112004-01-09T05:14:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:30.800-08:00To Do in SG:
* get antiq book
* get lib books
* attend lecture
* come backBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1073654013878154632004-01-09T05:13:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:30.729-08:00Now im off to SG. Nothing to get too excited about! !!! Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1073599765748192592004-01-08T14:09:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:30.651-08:00Verily verily verily verily life is but a dreamBertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302777.post-1073599627283331442004-01-08T14:06:00.000-08:002006-11-12T15:55:30.430-08:00Now I blog for fun.Bertalan M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/06014498528304751056noreply@blogger.com