Literature

Der Erlkönig

Who rides through night and wind at this time of night? It's the father with his child; He must have the boy in his arms, He'll grab him, keep him warm. My son, why do you hide your face? – You see, Father, not the Erl King? The alder king with crown and tail? My son,...

The Ravens

One of my most beautiful memories. I was finally back in the mountains, on the dusty paths I loved so much. Soon I was sideways through the undergrowth, climbed along a dry brook bed and finally came to an untouched snow surface that lasted the summer up here. Just as...

Hölderlin Poems

"All around is the city at rest; the illuminated street becomes silent, And decorated with torches, the wagons rush away." Evening, it is evening, and I am so tired.   Sometimes, when I raise my eyes, when I wander lonely through the streets and look at the grey...

The Godfather

For centuries, people believed in the fairy tale of the wolf as a wild beast. Who threatens our survival and lives in a world full of violence and brutality, in which only the right of the fittest counts. The wildest myths were about the leader, who was believed to be...
The Elegance of the Hedgehog

The Elegance of the Hedgehog

Most authors try to tell us a nice story. They concentrate on the structure, take care of the plot and their language....

An Ordinary Marriage

An Ordinary Marriage

I always smile when I see the young boys strutting around, fluffing up and making noise, just so that finally a girl...

My Year in the No-Man’s-Bay

My Year in the No-Man’s-Bay

Peter Handke seems to have fallen out of time. A singer from earlier days, who strikes his song here, lonely and...

Klingsors last summer

Klingsors last summer

It is nice that we are still having such a beautiful autumn. If the weather is good and you have some time to spare I...

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Hesse Poems

Hesse Poems

Today, I would like to talk about the lyrical work of Hesse. I must admit that I am not very fond of poems. Yet I’m...

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Steppenwolf

Steppenwolf

Steppenwolf (originally “Der Steppenwolf”) was the first real book I read in my younger days. I still remember my desk...

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