On a Present
A gift for you I went to buyA present priced, though, not too high.What pity that an iron gadgetReduced by rust, looks simply wretched.And yet I want to spend some money.Just for good measure I shall, honey,Add something else, a funny story.If I had only, I am sorry,An antique that you’d really like!But then: what good to you my pike?The Munich stein there, on this shelf,Its lion head deformed a strike.The Buddha I am keeping for myself.And you don’t like my butterfly collectionBrought once from China by a friend.Oh no, the couch and dining sectionAre just too big for me to send.Also, I bought them on a loan.Alas! All yesternight I rentMy brains, what of my ownI could give you. Did not sleep at allChecked the hours like a copBut finally I found this smallLousy bit of thingumbob.But I loved to stay awake for you.Do now what I could not do:Sleep in your bed,Do not forgetSeven sleepless hours represents this piece.Rob me of more hours, please

Joachim Ringelnatz

On a Present

A gift for you I went to buy
A present priced, though, not too high.
What pity that an iron gadget
Reduced by rust, looks simply wretched.
And yet I want to spend some money.
Just for good measure I shall, honey,
Add something else, a funny story.
If I had only, I am sorry,
An antique that you’d really like!
But then: what good to you my pike?
The Munich stein there, on this shelf,
Its lion head deformed a strike.
The Buddha I am keeping for myself.
And you don’t like my butterfly collection
Brought once from China by a friend.
Oh no, the couch and dining section
Are just too big for me to send.
Also, I bought them on a loan.
Alas! All yesternight I rent
My brains, what of my own
I could give you. Did not sleep at all
Checked the hours like a cop
But finally I found this small
Lousy bit of thingumbob.
But I loved to stay awake for you.
Do now what I could not do:
Sleep in your bed,
Do not forget
Seven sleepless hours represents this piece.
Rob me of more hours, please

Joachim Ringelnatz

Louise Brooks - Complete Segment from Howard Hawks’ “A Girl in Every Port (1928)”

‎”The dance is a poem of which each movement is a world.” ~ Mata Hari was born on August 7, 1876 Dutch dancer and spy for the German secret service during World War I. One of the most famous persons in the history of espionage. 1876-1917

‎”The dance is a poem of which each movement is a world.” ~ Mata Hari was born on August 7, 1876 Dutch dancer and spy for the German secret service during World War I. One of the most famous persons in the history of espionage. 1876-1917

People that work a lot make a lot of mistakes. I know people that don’t make any mistake.

People that work a lot make a lot of mistakes. I know people that don’t make any mistake.

Instincts that can still betray us,A journey that leads to the sun,Soulless and bent on destruction,A struggle between right and wrong.You take my place in the showdown,I’ll observe witha pitiful eye,I’ll humbly ask for forgiveness,A request well beyond you and I.Heart and soul, one will burn

Instincts that can still betray us,
A journey that leads to the sun,
Soulless and bent on destruction,
A struggle between right and wrong.

You take my place in the showdown,
I’ll observe witha pitiful eye,
I’ll humbly ask for forgiveness,
A request well beyond you and I.

Heart and soul, one will burn