...not with a bang but a whimper.

Hey guys ;)

If you watched the video, you now heard one of my favourite poems. It's called The Hollow Men by T.S. Eliot.

T.S. Eliot stands for Thomas Stearns Eliot, a British-based, American author, publisher and poet. Eliot even received the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1948 "for his outstanding, pioneer contribution to present-day poetry". He is widely known for his poems including The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, The Waste Land, or The Hollow Men. His poems are famous for being fragmental, mostly only using parts of his memories and mixing them up. He never published a huge amount of poems and was aware of that fact, but what was important to him, was that every poem had to be an event, unique in it's kind.

What I like about Eliot's poems is that they build a dark atmosphere, they take you to another place which sometimes seems cruel, foggy and gloomy, sometimes even hopeless, but I still perceive it as something good. Another thing I like about his poems is the structure. I appreciate that nothing really rhymes and I think that the fragments make the poems interesting. The Waste Land, in particular, shows how ingeniously he's even mixing up the languages.

Here's an excerpt of the first part of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot:

Here's an excerpt of the first part of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot:

APRIL is the cruellest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering	5
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers.
Summer surprised us, coming over the Starnbergersee
With a shower of rain; we stopped in the colonnade,
And went on in sunlight, into the Hofgarten,	10
And drank coffee, and talked for an hour.
Bin gar keine Russin, stamm’ aus Litauen, echt deutsch.
And when we were children, staying at the archduke’s,
My cousin’s, he took me out on a sled,
And I was frightened. He said, Marie,	15
Marie, hold on tight. And down we went.
In the mountains, there you feel free.
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.

So yes, feel free to read some stuff by T.S. Eliot, I can definitely recommend it, and to end this post today there's only one thing I can say:

This is the way the world ends

Not with a bang but a whimper.

A time travel or Bournemouth my old love..

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So it is this time of the year again. This time when, from one second to another, I'm feeling strange again - drowning in the sweet melancholy of nostalgic feelings. When suddenly all those memories come to my mind - good ones and bad ones, that's when it's about time to call my good old friend Hippi, telling him, that we have to go back to Bournemouth. Almost 5 years ago, we didn't have this kind of feelings. We knew they would come in the future, but we didn't have them at that time. Why we didn't have them? Because we still were in our beloved Bournemouth, our true home. We, a group of about 20 people, but we - Hippi and I were the only ones with the strange feelings, the ones I'm talking about.

It was only yesterday, when I was at uni, listening to what the lecturer was telling me about british history. I was looking outside the window, as we had to sight the architecture of the house next to our building, when I saw that the sun was shining. Whilst I was sitting in this tiny, shadowy lecture hall, it seemed to me like I was able to feel the warm sunbeams from outside on my skin. And this was the moment when my brain and I time travelled. In the next second I found myself at the seaside, at one of my favourite spots. It's the roof of one of the public toilets and you can only get there by climbing up a wall and then walking a bit along a slope. So anyway, in my imagination I was sitting on that rooftop again, feeling the gentle breeze in my hair, enjoying the sunbeams, and looking straight at the beach, the sea and the horizon. The beach with all the small sand dunes, the bright horizon, and the sea sparkling like a thousand diamonds, the view was truly mesmerising. I've spent so many afternoons on this roof, alone and with friends, it was an amazing time. I could always relax there, the place was magical, calming my nerves, soothing my thoughts. Whenever I was there, no matter with what mood I went there, when I was at this place I became a luckier, more peaceful and optimistic person.

A few seconds later I was back, sitting in the tiny, shadowy lecture hall, thinking of the good old times. The class finished a few minutes later and as soon as I was out of uni I texted my good old friend Hippi, saying only one thing:"I want to go back". I didn't hear from him for quite a long time now, but he immediately knew what I was talking about. He didn't say hi or anything he only texted one thing:"Yes, indeed. Me too."