Eine Erinnerung an Solferino

In der Kartause von Parma hatte Stendhal das Getümmel der Schlacht von Waterloo geschildert; in den Sewastopler Erzählungen hatte Tolstoi die Kameradschaft in den russischen Feldschanzen beschrieben. Aber es gibt wohl keine schonungslosere Darstellung als Dunants Buch Eine Erinnerung an Solferino

Michael Ignatieff – Die Zivilisierung des Krieges


SIGNUM MORTIS – Doppelheft und Ausstellung

November 2019: Kunsthandel Boesner Hannover

Frühjahr 2020: Goethe Institut Zagreb

Herbst 2020: Poetenfest Erlangen

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RIP: …my old friend Johnny, le Zoulou Blanc

Scatterlings of Africa (1987)

Copper sun sinking low
Scatterlings and fugitives
Hooded eyes and weary brows
Seek refuge in the night

They are the scatterlings of Africa
Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began

I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

“Who made me here and why
Beneath the copper sun?”

African idea
African idea
Make the future clear
Make the future clear

They are the scatterlings of Africa

Each uprooted one
On the road to Phelamanga
Where the world began

I love the scatterlings of Africa
Each and every one
In their hearts a burning hunger
Beneath the copper sun

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
Both you and I
We are on the road to Phelamanga
Beneath a copper sky

And we are the scatterlings of Africa
On a journey to the stars
Far below, we leave forever
Dreams of what we were

Elevate Festival 2020

In which war do you dream?
Wie über Krieg berichten – Marko Dinić im Gespräch mit dem Fotografen Wolf Böwig
Elevate Festival

worldwide readings

The international literature festival berlin [ilb] calls upon individuals, schools, universities, the media, and cultural institutions to join a Worldwide Reading on September 11, 2019 to support freedom of expression. These readings are especially intended to draw attention to  the fate of imprisoned or disappeared authors and human rights activists who are denied these rights due to their respective political circumstances. More than 100 authors from 40 different countries have supported this call so far – including Margaret Atwood and Nobel Prize in Literature winners Elfriede Jelinek, Wole Soyinka and Orhan Pamuk.


IN EXTREMIS – the life of war correspondent Marie Colvin

a few months after her injury, she met someone who understood too well the psychological impact of seeing too much. The war photographer Don McCullin, who had taken haunting pictures in Biafra, Vietnam, Cambodia and other war-torn places … interviewing him, Marie could see instantly that he was “as much victim of the decades of war he recorded on film as the victims whose misery is pictured”. Like her, he saw a virtue in laying himself open to injury, in narrowing the difference between himself and his subjects. But what haunted him were not his own injuries – which were several – but guilt for walking away after taking pictures, for surviving.


THE NOT DEAD – Simon Armitage

The Black Swans


Through a panel of glass in the back of a wagon

the country went past. You clean your weapon,

make camp, drive around, stand guard, stand down.

Sit with a gun in your hand and you thumb up your arse.

Or you try to get a shot at – just for a laugh.


Nineteen, fighting the boredom, wearing a blue lid.

Then one day the kid who gets smokes for the lads

walks into the woods and never comes back.

Then one day the Black swans drive by in a van –

a death squad of Bennies in bobble hats, wielding Kalashnikovs,

smirking, running their fingers across their throats.

Not to be checked or blocked. A law unto themselves.


Walk in the valley. Walk in the shadow of death

in the wake of the Black Swans, treading the scorched earth.

Houses trashed and torched. In the back yard

a cloud of bluebottles hides a beheaded dog.

This wonan won´t talk, standing there open-mouthed,

tied to a tree, sliced from north to south.

In the town square, a million black-eyed-bullet-holes stare

and stare. Crows lift from the mosque. Behind the school,

flesh-smoke – sweet as incense – rises and hangs

over mounds of soil planted with feet and hands.

lost and found:

Love after Love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

by Derek Walcott

Was trägt Europa?

Über die Seele und Werte des alten Kontinents
von Mathias Greffrath

Wie kann man, so fragte der Papst im Europäischen Parlament, das Vertrauen in eine “friedvolle, kreative und unternehmungsfreudige” Zukunft Europas wiedergewinnen? Und dann erzählte er von einem 500 Jahre alten Bild, einem Fresko des Raffael, das im Vatikan zu sehen ist. “Es stellt, so der Papst, die sogenannte Schule von Athen dar. In ihrem Mittelpunkt stehen Platon und Aristoteles. Der erste deutet mit dem Finger nach oben, zur Welt der Ideen, zum Himmel, könnten wir sagen; der zweite streckt die Hand nach vorne, auf den Betrachter zu, zur Erde, der konkreten Wirklichkeit.” Platon, mit der kosmologischen Schrift Timaios in der Hand zeigt in die Welt der Ideen und Ideale, und der Naturforscher Aristoteles, die Ethikschrift im Arm, weist nach vorn in die Zukunft. Das gute Leben für alle im Einklang mit der Ordnung des Kosmos.

Glaubenssachen; NDR Kultur