Blog
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À propos Uni Lëtzebuerg
Ne pas utiliser les urinoirs. Ils sont bouchés!
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Walking On Air
I had been visiting my parents in Luxembourg for two weeks and was on my way back home, Vancouver that is, with a stopover in Glasgow. I boarded in the very last moment, having already feared I was going to miss the flight. When I got on the plane it was filled up to one
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A Bleak Dreary Life
(or: A Lonely Wretched Death) Slowly love countersinks my heart, watches it, complacently, as it bleeds dry, giving it another turn of the screw as if to bestow the favour of more pain on me. Afflicted by excruciation, love’s closest friend, I’m hollering through inanition towards the abyss while the pandemonium scrapes all life out
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Thierry, wat hues du eigentlech de ganzen Dag gemaach?
Noten vu Première sortéiert. Nach eemol vill witzeg Zitater gelies. Nach emmer top: d’Sprech vum Här Dr Reis. (“Ich würde sowas nie freiwillig lesen, aber es ist mein Beruf.” – iwwert Der Tod in Venedig). Ech well dee Proff erem. :) Lénks am Eck ass de Koup mat de Saachen déi vläit nach kennten netzlech
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On creative force and conservatism
I’m afraid to say that admirers can be a tremendous force for conservatism, for consolidation. Of course it’s really wonderful to be acclaimed for things you’ve done – in fact it’s the only serious reward, because it makes you think “it worked! I’m not isolated!” or something like that, and it makes you feel gratefully
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Nympholepsy
I love you Let me show you How to Snort fifty ounces of glue Breathe pure chlorine Put the soul in brine Tear out toenails Slash wrists Decompose fingers in hydrochloric acid Shoot drugs Shoot the temple Feel free after I died
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Daisy never mine
A silent dream of a raindrop falling Hitting and bursting on the green light There, unreachable, at the end of the dock. A lost soul seeking shelter behind colours That destroy all life and are life. A burnt down feather at the edge of a wing, Of a bird that has lost the ability to
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What is inspiration?
There is a question that has been coming to my mind for the last couples of days, a question I’ve been desperately trying to find an answer to: what is inspiration? I could now hunt down all of the clichés that have been written down over the last centuries, and conclude that inspiration is a
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Pearl’s Meadow
A muse permeating, imbuing, tingeing, sounding, Yet secretly piercing, soaking, staining, bawling out In a clime so green and brown, some grey and red, Most striking black and blue ubiquitous. A bee, a nice-looking bird, both teasing, one knowing. Some greet the muse, though call her by a misnomer, But neither does bother. I reclusively
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3 Liter Waasser den Dag
Op der Uni Lëtzebuerg gett déi Regel ganz serieux geholl. :)
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Borderline
Fellow world there in murk, Merge with our afterglow While my hope crouches to fear In viscous black and blue, Swallow me for good While my old tears bleed through Bleak landscapes of pain Stridden by benumed shells, Then tarnish the agony: My endmost stir coruscating.
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Wales, I’m coming!
It’s official: I’ve just accepted the University of Glamorgan‘s unconditional offer and as of next fall will be studying English literature and language as well as creative writing there. Hooray!
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Ffordd allan
I’m back. For the time being. Cardiff is an absolutely fantastic city. I will be making a podcast on the things that happened and talk a bit about the Welsh way of life. Here are some pics till I’ll go a bit more into confusing thoughts below. ;) More pictures can of course be found
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Logging off
Just a short note to let you know that it might be a bit quiet around here for the next couple of days – unless Serge decides to post. I’ll be flying to Cardiff (capital of Wales – no, that’s NOT England ;)) tomorrow morning for a prolonged weekend. Wish you all a nice end
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Een Opruff
Elo grad ass mer eng Email an d’Haus geflattert vum Philippe Schockweiler (porte parole vun Déi Jonk Gréng), dee mech op den äusserst graven Probleem vum Zübeyde Ersöz higewisen huet. Deenen Leit, déi elo net direkt wessen, wien dat ass a wat et mat där Affaire op sech huet, sief gesot, dass et sech em
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Raison d’être
Thou can see our immobilized faces, Thou can see our deadened eyes, Pain silenced us, but thou can hear our cries, And feel us suffer in thy unending mazes. If memories could forgive and the wind could sing, If angels could cry and fall could become spring, If pain could be healed with a single
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fuzzy view on something pin sharp (or backwards)
tousled black hair and a couple of blue streaks within, some gold and silver glistening at crack of dawn, a greyish sweater and pastel leggings well-fitting: if perfection existed, i wouldn’t be surer that you’re true. a few tears dashed away by the acid or beneficient rain, a body drowned in stiff whisky parched but
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RhEINKULTUR
I hope I don’t have an exam on July 1st, it would be kinda cool to go and see Coheed & Cambria and The Subways live. :) (Link)
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Hush
(Here’s the story based on the introduction proposed by Serge. If you haven’t voted yet, you can still do so.) The wall was not there. But it should have been, right there under the pourring rain, under the wet foggy cloak that the downfall was provoking. Instead there was nothing, only suspended waterdrops in a
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life is beautiful
i read through my diary. do you still call it that way even if it’s word-processed or is there a special word for that kind of journal? the last entry was on february fifteenth last year. i’m lucky i remembered the password, it’s quite a high security one. i wonder how i survived all of
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Who could this be?
He doesn’t look anything like you would imagine the character he’s playing, he doesn’t like guns, he can’t handle the gear shift in sports cars, wears a lifejacket on a boat and doesn’t know how to play poker (though that’s a crucial aspect of the movie)? And anyhow, I just can’t imagine this woman as
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This and that
As wretched as 24 has become (that show definitely jumped the shark, without further discussions), as worthwile Smallville is getting (it’s going to be an exciting season finale I think… James Marsters is so great!) :) Am I too addicted to series?
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Happy Birthday
To the greatest late night showmaster. Oh, and to a great comedian, too. :)
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&A
Nobody got the right answer, so it’s probably my task to explain what these actors have in common. The answer, in a nutshell, is: they all belong to the Brat Pack. Now, what is that, you might ask. The expression Brat Pack is, obviously, an allusion to the famous Rat Pack in the 1960s and