Stéphane HesselStéphane Hessel, † 27 février 2013

habt Vertrauen
es ist nicht unmöglich
die Welt zu verändern

Stéphane Hessel

Robert Glasper Trio feat Bilal – Live

The struggle makes you beautiful
The struggle makes you fly
Spread your wings and be new again



Thème de Camille

Februar 25, 2013

Georges Delerue – Thème de Camille – Film score – Le Mépris – J.L.Godard
Villa Malaparte, Capri

Jacqueline du Pré – Tous les garçons et les filles

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Rumi, 1207–1273, Persian poet, jurist, theologian, and Sufi mystic.
Hafiz (Hafez) 1325–1390, Persian poet.
Lalla (Lalleshwari) 1320–1392 She was a mystic and poet of the Kashmiri Shaivite.
Hamza El Din (1929 – 2006) was a Nubian composer, oud player, tar player, and vocalist.

Achte gut auf diesen Tag,
denn er ist das Leben –
das Leben allen Lebens.
In seinem kurzen Ablauf liegt alle seine
Wirklichkeit und Wahrheit des Daseins,
die Wonne des Wachsens,
die Größe der Tat,
die Herrlichkeit der Kraft.
Denn das Gestern ist nichts als ein Traum
und das Morgen nur eine Vision.
Das Heute jedoch, recht gelebt,
macht jedes Gestern
zu einem Traum voller Glück
und jedes Morgen
zu einer Vision voller Hoffnung.
Darum achte gut auf diesen Tag.


This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of it’s furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent as a guide from beyond.


Dies Menschsein ist ein Gästehaus.
An jedem Morgen eine neue Ankunft.
Eine Freude, eine Melancholie, eine Niedertracht,
ein kurzes Gewahrsein,
kommen als unerwarteter Besuch.
Heiß sie willkommen und nimm alle auf!
Und seien sie auch eine Horde von Sorgen,
die mit Gewalt das Haus durchfegen,
der Einrichtung berauben,
auch dann, geh redlich mit jedem Gast um.
Vielleicht räumt er Dich frei
für eine neue Wonne.
Den dunklen Gedanken, die Scham, die Tücke,
begrüße sie an der Türe, lachend,
und bitte sie herein.
Sei dankbar für jeden, der kommt,
weil jeder geschickt ist
als ein Wegweiser vom Jenseits.


One day the sun admitted,
I am just a shadow.
I wish I could show you
The Infinite Incandescence
That has cast my brilliant image!
I wish I could show you
when you are lonely
or in darkness
the astonishing light
of your own being.


I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:
Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.
Squirrels and birds sense your sadness
And call an important conference in a tall tree.
They decide which secret code to chant
To help your mind and soul.
Even angels fear that brand of madness
That arrays itself against the world
And throws sharp stones and spears into
The innocent
And into one’s self.
O I know the way you can get
If you have not been drinking Love:
You might rip apart
Every sentence your friends and teachers say,
Looking for hidden clauses.
You might weigh every word on a scale
Like a dead fish.
You might pull out a ruler to measure
From every angle in your darkness
The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once
I know the way you can get
If you have not had a drink from Love’s
That is why all the Great Ones speak of
The vital need
To keep remembering God,
So you will come to know and see Him
As being so Playful
And Wanting,
Just Wanting to help.
That is why Hafiz says:
Bring your cup near me.
For all I care about
Is quenching your thirst for freedom!
All a Sane man can ever care about
Is giving Love!


A day of Silence
Can be a pilgrimage in itself.
A day of Silence
Can help you listen
To the Soul play
Its marvellous lute and drum.
Is not most talking
A crazed defence of a crumbling fort?
I thought we came here
To surrender in Silence,
To yield to Light and Happiness,
To Dance within
In celebration of Love’s Victory!


The lily-perfumed wings of love
Will lay the dust of all your grief.
Patience my heart, and struggle on.
For when love binds,
It binds you to the tyranny of a racing steed,
And when love scatters,
It flings the soul-like fragments of the stars
Out of the ambergris scented woods.
Love makes of each moment an eternity
And tends the garden of the heart’s desire
When love mocks, ruby tears fall heavy as pomegranates
And when love looks, it sees your deepest mystery.
Love seeks out the tears of hidden hearts
And turns not from the Lovers of the Dawn.
Is there a remedy for the pain of love?
Or is it too unbearable for thought?
One taste of the medicine
And you will realise just how sick you have been.
Those who plead in the defence of love
In love’s judgement shall find grace
And to that court, Hafiz
May your heart fly…


For no reason
I start skipping like a child.
For no reason
I turn into a leaf
That is carried so high
I kiss the sun’s mouth
And dissolve.
For no reason
A thousand birds
Choose my head for a conference table,
Start passing their
Cups of wine
And their wild songbooks all around.
For every reason in existence
I begin to eternally,
To eternally laugh and love!
When I turn into a leaf
And start dancing,
I run to kiss our beautiful Friend
And I dissolve in the Truth
That I Am.


All this time
The sun never says to the earth,
„You owe
What happens
With a love like that.
It lights the


Not Christian or Jew or Muslim.
Not Hindu, Buddhist, Sufi, or Zen.
Not any religion or cultural system.
I am not from the East or the West.
Not out of the ocean or up from the ground.
Not natural or ethereal,
not composed of elements at all.
I do not exist,
am not an entity in this world
or the next.
Did not descend from Adam and Eve
or any origin story.
My place is the placeless.
A trace of the raceless.
Neither body or soul.
I belong to the beloved,
have seen the two worlds as one
and that one call to and know.
First, last, outer, inner,
only that breath breathing human being.


Jenseits von richtig und falsch liegt ein Ort. Dort treffen wir uns.


Desse Barama (Peace)
The world shines about me,
luminous as the moon, smiling like a rose,
and a sweet benediction
flows through everything existing.
How beautiful life is.
I marvel at people who are not in love with life.
You, my girl, are beautiful,
and your beauty,
like the beautiful thought of peace,
belongs to the eternity.
Detest war and destruction.
When you go to the riverbank,
and the sun sets in the evening,
the waters of the river will be rippling softly,
and from a distance, in the twilight, you will see white sails.
A song of the boatman will come from there.
‚Today no suffering, no suffering.‘
The world shines about me,
luminous as the moon,
smiling like a rose.

Hamza El Din

You need to become a pen
In the Sun´s hand.
We need for the earth to sing
Through our pores and eyes.
The body will again become restless
Until your soul paints all its beauty
Upon the sky.
Don´t tell me, dear ones,
That what Hafiz says is not true,
For when the heart tastes its glorious destiny
And you awake to our constant need
for your love
God´s lute will beg
For your hands.


You Were Brave in that Holy War
You have done well
In the contest of madness.
You were brave in that holy war.
You have all the honorable wounds
Of one who has tried to find love
Where the Beautiful Bird
Does not drink.
May I speak to you
Like we are close
And locked away together?
Once I found a stray kitten
And I used to soak my fingers
In warm milk;
It came to think I was five mothers
On one hand.
Why not rest your tired body?
Lean back and close your eyes.
Come morning
I will kneel by your side and feed you.
I will so gently
Spread open your mouth
And let you taste something of my
Sacred mind and life.
There is something wrong
With your ideas of
O, surely there is something wrong
With your ideas of
If you think
Our Beloved would not be so

„The Gift: Poems by Hafiz the great Sufi Master“ translated by Daniel Ladinsky

This moment, this love, comes to rest in me
many beings in one being
In one wheat grain a thousand sheep stacks
Inside the needle’s eye
a turning night of stars
There is a light seed grain inside
you fill it with yourself or it dies
I am caught in this curling energy, your hair
who ever is calm and sensible
is insane!


Tender words we spoke
to one another
are sealed
in the secret vaults of heaven.
One day like rain,
they will fall to earth
and grow green
all over the world.


Every child has known God,
Not the God of names,
Not the God of don’ts,
Not the God who ever does Anything weird,
But the God who knows only 4 words.
And keeps repeating them, saying:
„Come Dance with Me , come dance.“


The way of love is not a subtle argument.
The door there is devastation.
Birds make great sky-circles of their freedom.
How do they learn it?
They fall, and falling, they’re given wings.


Good poetry makes the universe reveal a secret


With That Moon Language
Admit something:
Everyone you see, you say to them, „Love me.“
Of course you do not do this out loud, otherwise someone would call the cops.
Still, though, think about this, this great pull in us to connect.
Why not become the one who lives with a full moon in each eye
that is always saying,
with that sweet moon language,
what every other eye in this world is dying to hear?


Stop Being So Religious
What Do sad people have in Common?
It seems
They have all built a shrine
To the past
And often go there
And do a strange wail and
What is the beginning of
It is to stop being
So religious
Like That.

„The Gift“ – versions of Hafiz by Daniel Ladinsky

I realize that the dawn
when we’ll meet again
will never break,
so I give it up,
little by little, this love.
But something in me laughs
as I say this, someone
shaking his head and chuckling
softly, Hardly, hardly

Rumi tr Coleman Barks

Some Kiss We Want
There is some kiss we want with
our whole lives, the touch of
spirit on the body.
begs the pearl to break its shell.
And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild darling!
At night, I open the window and ask
the moon to come and press its
face against mine.
Breathe into me.
Close the language-door and
open the love window.
The moon
won’t use the door, only the window.

Rumi tr Coleman Barks

It happens all the time in heaven,
And some day
It will begin to happen
Again on earth –
That men and women who are married,
And men and men who are
And women and women
Who give each other
Often will get down on their knees
And while so tenderly
Holding their lover’s hand,
With tears in their eyes,
Will sincerely speak, saying,
„My dear,
How can I be more loving to you;
How can I be more


The small man
Builds cages for everyone
While the sage,
Who has to duck his head
When the moon is low,
Keeps dropping keys all night long
For the


Someone Should Start Laughing
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
How are you?
I have a thousand brilliant lies
For the question:
What is God?
If you think that the Truth can be known
From words,
If you think that the Sun and the Ocean
Can pass through that tiny opening
Called the mouth,
O someone should start laughing!
Someone should start wildly Laughing –

Hafiz tr Daniel Ladinsky

A Golden Compass
Forget every idea of right and wrong
Any classroom ever taught you
An empty heart, a tormented mind,
Unkindness, jealousy and fear
Are always the testimony
You have been completely fooled!
Turn your back on those
Who would imprison your wondrous spirit
With deceit and lies.
Come, join the honest company
Of the King’s beggars –
Those gamblers, scoundrels and divine clowns
And those astonishing fair courtesans
Who need Divine Love every night.
Come, join the courageous
Who have no choice
But to bet their entire world
That indeed,
Indeed, God is Real.
I will lead you into the Circle
Of the Beloved’s cunning thieves,
Those playful royal rogues –
The ones you can trust for true guidance –
Who can aid you
In this Blessed Calamity of life.
Look at the Perfect One
At the Circle’s Center:
He Spins and Whirls like a Golden Compass,
Beyond all that is Rational,
To show this dear world
That Everything,
Everything in Existence
Does point to God.


What Happens?
What happens when your soul
Begins to awaken
Your eyes
And your heart
And the cells of your body
To the great Journey of Love?
First there is wonderful laughter
And probably precious tears
And a hundred sweet promises
And those heroic vows
No one can ever keep.
But still God is delighted and amused
You once tried to be a saint.
What happens when your soul
Begins to awake in this world
To our deep need to love
And serve the Friend?
O the Beloved
Will send you
One of His wonderful, wild companions ~
Like Hafiz.

‚I Heard God Laughing – Renderings of Hafiz‘ – Daniel Ladinsky

Dance, dervish dance —-
bring the face of god before you.
only love can lift the heart up so high that its true color is restored by the sun!
see him near and clapping, that perfect one who fathers divine rhythm.
o dance, dervish dance,
and know you bring your master happiness whenever you smile.
last night so many tears took flight because of joy that the sky god crowded and complained
when I discovered god hiding again in my heart
and I could not cease to celebrate.


A poet is someone
Who can pour Light into a cup
and raise it to nourish your
beautiful parched holy mouth


My Eyes So Soft
Don’t surrender your loneliness so quickly
let it cut more deep.
Let it ferment and season you
as few human or even divine ingredients can
Something missing in my heart tonight
has made my eyes so soft
my voice so tender
my need of god
absolutely clear.


Look as long as you can
at the friend you love
No matter whether that friend is moving away from you
or coming back toward you.


I didn’t trust it for a moment,
but I drank it anyway,
the wine of my own poetry.
It gave me the daring to take hold
of the darkness and tear it down
and cut it into little pieces.  


Love comes with a knife,
not some shy question,
and not with fears
for its reputation!
I say these things disinterestedly.
Accept them in kind.
Love is a madman, working his wild schemes, tearing off his clothes,
running through the mountains, drinking poison,
and now quietly choosing annihilation.
A tiny spider tries to wrap an enormous wasp.
Think of the spiderweb woven across the cave
where Muhammad slept!
There are love stories,
and there is obliteration into love.
You’ve been walking the ocean’s edge,
holding up your robes to keep them dry.
You must dive naked under and deeper under,
a thousand times deeper!
Love flows down!!
The ground submits to the sky and suffers
what comes.
Tell me, is the earth worse
for giving in like that?
Don’t put blankets over the drum!
Open completely.
Let your spirit-ear listen to the green dome’s passionate murmur.
Let the cords of your robe be untied.
Shiver in this new love beyond all above and below.
The sun rises, but which way
does night go?
I have no more words. Let soul speak with the silent
articulation of a face.


I saw you dancing last night
on the roof of your house
all alone.
I felt your heart longing for the Friend.
I saw you whirling
beneath the soft bright rose
that hung from an invisible stem in the sky.
So I began to change into my best clothes
in hopes of joining you,
even though I live a thousand miles away.
And if you had spun like an immaculate sphere
just two more times,
then bowed again so sweetly to the east,
you would have found God and me
standing so near
and lifting you into our arms.
I saw you dancing last night
near the roof of this world


Dance when you’re broken open.
Dance when you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of fighting.
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.
Struck, the dancer hears a tambourine inside her,
like a wave that crests into foam at the very top,
Maybe you don’t hear that tambourine,
or the tree leaves clapping time.
Close the ears on your head,
that listen mostly to lies and cynical jokes.
There are other things to see, and hear.
Music. Dance.
A brilliant city inside your soul!


The Prophet said that women
totally dominate men of intellect and possessors of hearts,
But ignorant men dominate women,
for they are shackled by the ferocity of animals.


ich vermisse dich

Februar 15, 2013

The most recent, full-resolution solar image.

the great advantage of being alive
(instead of undying) is not so much
that mind no more can disprove than prove
what heart may feel and soul may touch
— the great (my darling) happens to be
that love are in we, that love are in we

and here is the secret they will never share
for whom create is less than have
or one times one than when times where —
that we are in love, that we are in love:
with us they’ve nothing times nothing to do
(for love are in we am in i are in you)

this world (as timorous itsters all
to call their cowardice quite agree)
shall never discover our touch and feel
— for love are in we are in love are in we;
for you are and i am and we are (above
and under all possible worlds) in love

a billion brains may coax undeath
from fancied fact and spaceful time —
no heart can leap, no soul can breathe
but by the sizeless truth of a dream
whose sleep is the sky and the earth and the sea.
For love are in you am in i are in we

Edward E. Cummings

Strategie der Spannung

Februar 10, 2013

Rage Against the Machine – Hadda Be Playing on the Jukebox
a poem by Allen Ginsberg recorded live at Detroit, M.I., July 9 1993


Rage Against The Machine 1993-10-15 Hollywood Palladium: Hollywood, CA.Rage Against The Machine 1993-10-15 Hollywood Palladium: Hollywood, CA.


Hadda Be Playing on the Jukebox

Hadda be flashing like the Daily Double
Hadda be playing on Tee Vee
Hadda be loudmouthed on the Comedy Hour
Hadda be announced over Loud Speakers
CIA & Mafia are in Cahoots
Hadda be said in old ladies’ language
Hadda be said in American Headlines
Kennedy stretched & smiled & got doublecrossed by low life goons & Agents
Rich bankers with Criminal Connections
Dope pushers in CIA working with dope pushers from Cuba working with Big Time syndicate Tampa Florida
Hadda be said with big mouth
Hadda be moaned over Factory foghorns
Hadda be chattered on Car Radio News Broadcast
Hadda be screamed in the kitchen
Hadda be yelled in the basement where uncles were fighting
Hadda be Howled on the streets by Newsboys to bus conductors
Hadda be foghorned into N.Y. Harbor
Hadda echo under hard hats
Hadda turn up the Volume in University ballrooms
Hadda be written in library books, footnoted
Hadda be in headlines of the Times & Le Monde
Hadda be barked over TV
Hadda be heard in side alleys thru bar room doors
Hadda be played on Wire Services
Hadda be bells ringing, Comedians stopt dead in the middle of a joke in Las Vegas,
Hadda be FBI chief J. E. Hoover & Frank Costello syndicate mouthpiece meeting in Central Park N.Y. together weekends reported posthumously Time magazine
Hadda be the Mafia & CIA together
started War on Cuba Bay of Pigs & Poison assassination headlines
Hadda be the Dope Cops & the Mafia
sold all that Heroin in America
Hadda be FBI & Organized Crime working together in Cahoots “against the Commies”
let Lucky Luciano out of Jail take over Sicily Mediterranean drug trade
Hadda be Corsican goons in Office Strategic Services’ Pay busted 1948 dock strikes in Marseilles, sixties port transshipment Indochina heroin,
Hadda be ringing on Multinational Cashregisters
world-wide laundry for organized Criminal money
Hadda be CIA & Mafia & FBI together
bigger than Nixon, bigger than War.
Hadda be a gorged throat full of murder
Hadda be mouth and ass a solid mass of rage
a Red hot head, a scream in the back of the throat
Hadda be in Kissinger’s brain
Hadda be in Rockefeller’s mouth
Hadda be Central Intelligence The Family “Our Thing” the Agency Mafia Organized Crime FBI Dope Cops & Multinational Corporations
one big set of Criminal gangs working together in Cahoots
Hit Men murderers everywhere outraged, on the make
Secret drunk Brutal Dirty Rich
on top of a Slag heap of prisons, Industrial Cancer, plutonium smog, garbaged cities, grandmas’ bedsores, Fathers’ resentments
Hadda be the Rulers wanted Law & Order they got rich on
wanted Protection status quo, wanted Junkies wanted Attica Wanted Kent State Wanted War in Indochina
Hadda be CIA & the Mafia & the FBI
Multinational Capitalists’ Strong arms squads, “Private detective Agencies for the very rich”
And their Armies, Navies and Air Force bombing Planes.
Hadda be Capitalism the Vortex of this rage, this
competition man to man, horses’ heads in the Capo’s bed, Cuban turf & rumbles, hit men, gang wars across oceans,
bombing Cambodia settled the score when Soviet Pilots manned Egyptian fighter planes
Chile’s red democracy bumped off with White House pots & pans a warning to Mediterranean governments
Secret Police embraced for decades, NKVD & CIA keep eachother’s secrets, OGPU & DIA never hit their own, KGB & FBI one mind—brute force
world-wide, and full of money
Hadda be rich, hadda be powerful, hadda hire technology from Harvard
Hadda murder in Indonesia 500,000
Hadda murder in Indochina 2,000,000
Hadda murder in Czechoslovakia
Hadda murder in Chile
Hadda murder in Russia
Hadda murder in America

Allen Ginsberg, New York, May 30, 1975, 3 A.M.

ich träumte dich

Februar 8, 2013

Leonardo da Vinci, Portrait Cecilia Gallerani 1489
Leonardo da Vinci, Portrait Cecilia Gallerani 1489

Denn in den Räumen dieser Wunderwelt ist eben
nur ein Traum das ganze Leben,
und der Mensch, das seh ich nun
träumt sein ganzes Sein und Tun
bis zuletzt die Träum’ entschweben
denn ein Traum ist alles Leben
und die Träume selbst ein Traum.

Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600-1681)

Y sí haremos, pues estamos
en mundo tan singular,
que el vivir sólo es soñar;
y la experiencia me enseña
que el hombre que vive, sueña
lo que es, hasta despertar
que toda la vida es sueño,
y los sueños, sueños son.

Pedro Calderón de la Barca (1600-1681)

Denise Levertov, “The Day the Audience Walked Out on Me, and Why”Denise Levertov, “The Day the Audience Walked Out on Me, and Why” p2

Kent State shootings
Orangeburg massacre
Fred Hampton
Jackson State killings

Februar 1, 2013

Wenn du die Wand überwunden hast

– dann fällt dir auf

dass das gar kein Leben war

dass du geführt hast

ohne Betroffenheit, Gefühl und Verständnis.


Radiohead – Creep (Acoustic Version)