tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83902824487662455382012-02-19T19:16:10.225+01:00country lifeleben, lesen, schreiben am landrenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-9150278357622290082012-02-19T19:13:00.002+01:002012-02-19T19:16:10.233+01:00andere schreiber<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7cQuqqlOwU/T0E4Wy7fk1I/AAAAAAAADBI/WyALIEwz7qE/s1600/0abooks33.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L7cQuqqlOwU/T0E4Wy7fk1I/AAAAAAAADBI/WyALIEwz7qE/s320/0abooks33.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">ich mag die songs von leonard cohen. irgendwann hab ich entdeckt, dass er auch bücher schreibt. zwei davon habe ich mir gekauft und gelesen. während <em>das lieblingsspiel</em> eine autobiografische (liebes)geschichte ist, finden sich im "<em>buch der sehnsüchte</em>" handgeschriebene texte, illustrationen und gedichte des songwriters. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><em>geh und zieh von ort zu ort, und entdeck die gedichte, die für dich geschrieben wurden</em> ...</div><br />solche gedichte finden sich auch in diesem buch ...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-915027835762229008?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-33037389443324835582012-02-18T10:18:00.000+01:002012-02-18T10:18:19.088+01:00undisturbed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PLMB0gNwcI/Tz9rzGt_-lI/AAAAAAAADAw/vRH-GAOH6w8/s1600/cafe7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_PLMB0gNwcI/Tz9rzGt_-lI/AAAAAAAADAw/vRH-GAOH6w8/s320/cafe7.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">schreiben im cafe. stimulierender ort. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS3Ry3B-R2s/Tz9sLC6bKNI/AAAAAAAADA4/i9M2-Q6EFiw/s1600/cafe53.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XS3Ry3B-R2s/Tz9sLC6bKNI/AAAAAAAADA4/i9M2-Q6EFiw/s200/cafe53.jpg" width="200px" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-3303738944332483558?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-32217260109811451122012-02-17T08:44:00.001+01:002012-02-17T09:17:20.246+01:00colorful<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ_46alL-oc/Tz4EjKCz0qI/AAAAAAAADAY/yire3s_tY0o/s1600/0ageb1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rZ_46alL-oc/Tz4EjKCz0qI/AAAAAAAADAY/yire3s_tY0o/s320/0ageb1.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">mitten im winter - ein erster frühlingsgruss. ich liebe tulpen. ich liebe blumen. ich habe mal gelesen, ein verliebter mann findet sogar unter schnee noch blumen für seine Liebste. glücklicherweise kann man blumen das ganze jahr über kaufen.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">* * *</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">a first spring greeting in the middle of winter. I love tulips. I love flowers.once I have read, that a lovesick man found flowers under the snow for his lover. fortunately you can buy flowers all the year through. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IU2nzjVz0xw/Tz4FSo46WzI/AAAAAAAADAg/GvLlM5AZbdo/s1600/0agelb2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="143px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IU2nzjVz0xw/Tz4FSo46WzI/AAAAAAAADAg/GvLlM5AZbdo/s200/0agelb2.jpg" width="200px" yda="true" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-3221726010981145112?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-70801777787131905442012-02-15T13:02:00.001+01:002012-02-17T08:47:03.130+01:00lesestoff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0F00kg_swc/TzuecuLf3mI/AAAAAAAADAA/TDVjY3eOJ_k/s1600/0ageb5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D0F00kg_swc/TzuecuLf3mI/AAAAAAAADAA/TDVjY3eOJ_k/s320/0ageb5.jpg" width="320px" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">gelesene und ungelesene bücher türmen sich. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">im bild: die gelesenen </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">books read and unread books. books pile up.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in the picture - the unread.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk08_AI3qAM/Tz4F6pp8mMI/AAAAAAAADAo/y4g5mjlqIS8/s1600/0ageb6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="172px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fk08_AI3qAM/Tz4F6pp8mMI/AAAAAAAADAo/y4g5mjlqIS8/s200/0ageb6.jpg" width="200px" yda="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-7080177778713190544?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-17941655456084275982012-02-11T11:11:00.003+01:002012-02-17T09:06:01.004+01:00frosty days<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo6Z4kzIH90/TzY82OiLQcI/AAAAAAAAC_w/bdsvqp84oS4/s1600/winter100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vo6Z4kzIH90/TzY82OiLQcI/AAAAAAAAC_w/bdsvqp84oS4/s320/winter100.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">der samstagmorgen bei minus dreizehn grad ist zugleich der dreizehnte tag mit eiseskälte in folge. anfang nächster woche soll die frostfront endlich brechen. vorhergesagt werden temperaturen im bereich der plusgrade. erfreuliche aussichten. am kältesten tag haben wir hier immerhin bei minus siebzehn grad vor uns hingefroren. das auto ist nicht mehr angesprungen. das rausgehen machte keinen spaß mehr. bei den meisten leuten ist die laune so ziemlich im keller. an tagen wie diesen bleibt einem nur noch die flucht ins heimelige café, wo es warm ist, man freunde trifft und bei einem schaumgekrönten cappuccino und netten gesprächen so etwas wie wiederbelebung erfährt. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * * * * </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">saturday morning. minus 13 degress celsius. thirteen days in a cold follow. the coldest day was minus 17 degrees. next day it will be warmer. the engine of the car does not jump on this cold and it's too cold for me to go outside. all the time most people have a bad mood. on such days you fell most comfortable with a cup of cappuccino in a nice café. it's warm and you can meet friends there. you feel better with coffee and milk foam at the nice conversations. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lry_WdRE9f0/TzY_rhMPboI/AAAAAAAAC_4/WRLFsrTeM5o/s1600/cafe15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lry_WdRE9f0/TzY_rhMPboI/AAAAAAAAC_4/WRLFsrTeM5o/s320/cafe15.jpg" width="246px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-1794165545608427598?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-20567523950888170342012-02-03T15:26:00.002+01:002012-02-03T15:33:35.148+01:00mythical stones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="200px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BNjyEO1eZgA/Tyvslnjzf6I/AAAAAAAAC_Y/ggl6QFH9YLs/s200/Bild004(1).jpg" width="150px" /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWDSMueT6j0/TyvsbZ9DQ6I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/01HLg5UvEkg/s1600/Bild003(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mWDSMueT6j0/TyvsbZ9DQ6I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/01HLg5UvEkg/s200/Bild003(1).jpg" width="150px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">first time I have heard something about china blocks request was at an exhibition of the austrian artist max weiler. after I read the book "<strong><em>stones</em></strong>" of <strong>roger caillois</strong> I know that there are many mythical stories about stones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">zum erstenmal hörte ich in einer ausstellung des österreichischen künstlers max weiler etwas über chinesische wunschsteine. nachdem ich das buch "steine" von roger caillois gelesen habe, weiss ich, dass es viele mysthische geschichten über steine gibt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBX9VyduWW4/TyvunOANVfI/AAAAAAAAC_g/lf_fDM3GHNU/s1600/0aba2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200px" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBX9VyduWW4/TyvunOANVfI/AAAAAAAAC_g/lf_fDM3GHNU/s200/0aba2.jpg" width="150px" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-2056752395088817034?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-35415374789332679522012-02-02T18:08:00.007+01:002012-02-03T15:35:52.258+01:00stones<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKLoAfAdAQ8/TyrCegtZ14I/AAAAAAAAC-A/GjyOK_gNu94/s1600/0aba2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKLoAfAdAQ8/TyrCegtZ14I/AAAAAAAAC-A/GjyOK_gNu94/s400/0aba2.jpg" width="300px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">keine zweifel mehr, dass man selbst das thema steine "romantisieren" kann. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">ein wunderbares buch (hanser verlag) von roger callois ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have no doubt anymore that is something romantic to stones.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">a wonderful book of roger caillois ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KUr8up9Csk/TyvwqeaxcYI/AAAAAAAAC_o/tYyfEWjK2vs/s1600/grau1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="149px" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KUr8up9Csk/TyvwqeaxcYI/AAAAAAAAC_o/tYyfEWjK2vs/s200/grau1.jpg" width="200px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-3541537478933267952?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-73217392784751080942012-01-26T10:24:00.007+01:002012-02-03T15:38:35.305+01:00dead water<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUmcY3rbqY/TyEbW1CwpTI/AAAAAAAAC9w/WEi13nLwI2I/s1600/0ca10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gda="true" height="300px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wrUmcY3rbqY/TyEbW1CwpTI/AAAAAAAAC9w/WEi13nLwI2I/s400/0ca10.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">winterruhe am fluss. klarer himmel. klirrende kälte.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">winter on the riverside. clear sky. freezing cold.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-7321739278475108094?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-66186298594451099932012-01-06T08:45:00.012+01:002012-02-03T15:39:10.109+01:00schnee<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iseIbbYI-Lg/Twam1hzPscI/AAAAAAAAC80/nttYpLPabYs/s1600/land19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iseIbbYI-Lg/Twam1hzPscI/AAAAAAAAC80/nttYpLPabYs/s400/land19.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">snowfall and winter storm. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I don't like to shovel the snow away ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">schneefall und wintersturm.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">keine lust, den schnee wegzuschaufeln ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEMANdw1wBs/TwanMKEtDLI/AAAAAAAAC88/u1n72ICRT2c/s1600/nordwind24.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iEMANdw1wBs/TwanMKEtDLI/AAAAAAAAC88/u1n72ICRT2c/s400/nordwind24.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-6618629859445109993?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8390282448766245538.post-88820117463795789772011-12-31T11:11:00.011+01:002012-02-17T09:18:13.802+01:00over<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nBhUCp1rN4/Tv7hSnrpqFI/AAAAAAAAC8U/7iWDVfA0UJw/s1600/dez31_01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7nBhUCp1rN4/Tv7hSnrpqFI/AAAAAAAAC8U/7iWDVfA0UJw/s320/dez31_01.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">der dezember kalt und ohne nennenswerte schneefälle - geht zu ende und mit ihm dieses jahr. ein abschied ohne sentimentalitäten. freu mich auf einen gemütlichen abend im kreis lieber menschen und auf den moment hochprozentiger vernebelung, die den übergang von einem jahr ins nächste leicht und sorglos macht. denn schon bald hat uns ja der alltag wieder ...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">* * *</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">little snow and cold december. the year comes to an end. farewell without sentimentality. celebrate with family and friends. maybe with an glass more than usual. happy and carfree. soon we are back to the everyday.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8390282448766245538-8882011746379578977?l=renaimaginations.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>renahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05911484926960096725noreply@blogger.com0