Bregenzer Festspiele Maskenball Poetry in English

What It Takes- V.G.

singing it all out loud

you dont care bout the crowd

giving it all your best

you think about all of the rest


and you re giving it all up for the crowd

your body and soul, your heart and your mind

and they tell you hey girl you better get yourself a safe place

but you dont mind cause it isnt theirs to take


and it hurts so much and it aches

it hurts so much that you brake

and it hurts so much and it aches
it hurts so much, so you can brake


tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, you re a wise guy

tell me how you do it

tell me how you survive

and he says

gotta realize girl, they re all lost

they re lambs without a shephard, without a guide


and it hurts them yess and it aches

it hurts so much that they brake

and it hurts them yess and it aches
it hurts so much, so they brake


so that s where you come in

you give them strength

you give them a sense of benignen

you give them what they need to get through the day

you get your money and everybody gets on their way


giving it all up for the crowd

cause they re not different people

they are what u are

you gotta do your share

cause there s no one who can take your place


dont be scared of your fall

that is gonna happen

gonna win them all

you can only win when you loose

cause that s when you find

your rhythm n blues


but before that


it needs to hurt and it needs to ache

it needs to hurt so much that you brake

and it needs to hurt and it needs to ache
it needs to hurt so much, so you can brake



when you fall down on your knees

that s when life starts

that s when you realize what s happening

and only then, and only then

you can reach out

and be their friend


Circe - Wright Barker, 1889 Poetry in English

Take It Easy – V.G.

Take It Easy
nothing left
to be done
except waiting and watching for it to come
nothing left
to do about the pain
except watching it on every step you take
praying for the failure not to come
but it is coming, it is coming
no matter what you ve done
doing everything to ease the pain
but there is nothing you can do
except staying sane
take it easy
take it easy now
take it easy, it wont kill you
so drink it up.
how long is it gonna take
i weep and ask
again and again
the master says
untill you fully accept
everything that is running through your vains
take it easy
take it easy now
take it easy, it wont kill you
so drink it up.
Klimt - Woman SemiNude Poetry in English

My Love – V.G.

it used to be so easy
to fall in love
it used to be so easy
but it was not nearly enough

cause i cry and i fake
and i worship my mistakes
i am haunted to be wanted

by those pains, by those aches
someone did, someone said
yess, i am haunted, i am wanted
by my love.

used to be so easy
to pretend that i am not
the one who makes it easy
to feel my love

cause i fight and i blame
i am a victim of my shame
i am haunted to be wanted

and i prey and i weigh
yess, i notice everyday
that i am not the one
who is my love.

now it is so easy
to be finally the one
the one who makes it easy
to feel my love

so i fight and i pray, i get better everyday
to be the one by my side
i let go of my pain, i let go of my shame
and i know that i am
my love .

cause only my love is my love, is my love, my love.

Evolution 1911 Piet Mondrian Poetry in English

Glorifying Myself – V.G.

Glorifying myself to the limit, yess i am
Glorifying myself again
There s nothing out there for me
I know it from where i stand
Glorifying myself again.

Dont know what to do and dont know what to say
Cause all my mind is doing is just dancing away
In circles, in circles
Round and round it goes
I m just standing and watching the way it flows-

Years pass, years pass
And i am still glorifying myself to the limit, again.

Glorifying myself to limit, yess i am
As if all those years never happened
As if nothing ever showed me the way
I choose to glorify myself, again.

I know what is going wrong
I know what you gonna say
I know and I dont care
Bout glorifying myself again

Living my life like it s a one way street
Like nothing out there is telling me
That I m gonna pay for every decision i make
I m gonna pay, i m gonna pay, i m gonna pay

Choosing right over the wrong and feeling proud
Just like i sucked out all the wisdom from the crowd
There s nothing out there that can take me as high
Like you do
When i m all quiet down.

I know what is going wrong
I know what you gonna say
I know and I dont care
Bout glorifying myself again.


Free at Last Poetry in English

Free At Last – V.G.


look to the left
voices creeping, sweeping up my head

look to the right
there s this pain holding my strength tight

looking straight ahead
there s this big nothing waiting to happen

looking at the now
it s hard, but you gotta do it anyhow


the prison that i bare
is getting tighter for me to stand

the prison that i praise
making up my quality and my amaze

the prison s time has come
to be shattered into the haze

they hurt and they stab
these remaining pieces i still praise

I would love someone to blame for my pain
I would love someone to pay for my way
so i can be free at last


the sleight is never clean
no matter how much i think i ve seen

i choose to act as the warrior
that resides in my head

a hero is what i wanna be
wanna be special in all my victories

wanna conquer the world and me
wanna be praised and hailed because of my serenity

I would love someone to blame for my pain
I would love someone to pay for my way

so i can be free at last


please look at me
i m fighting for my and your liberty

please take my hand
show me, show me how to stand

i will let it go
everything i found on my road

just tell me, my way is ok
you gonna love me and i am the most special girl you ve ever met

I would love someone to blame for my pain
I would love someone to pay for my way
so i can be free at last

without effort without past
without effort we re the best


QuadCores Watchsquad Poetry in English

Still One A.M. – J.H.Z.


Alone, at last! Slam the door shut, could as well leave it open, in our building only bicycles get stolen.

Alone, at last, with my beloved, at last the tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and I shall be the only cause of my suffering.

I retreat into the kitchen, to escape the singing of my wife, and through a sheer act of will I expel from the realm of my thoughts the muted voices of the ever quarreling neighbours.

Strange City. Strange Life! Let us recapitulate the day:

In the morning I was summoned to a meeting into the firm where I´m precariously employed. Distributed handshakes and heared some names in the same proportion, which I instantly forgot, knowing well I would meet them again in half a years time at the earliest. Was embarrassed by my possible mouth odor, having no health insurance and didn´t attend a dentist for a while. Introduced to a collague under the pretext that I too had studied economic education, and I replied: No, philosophy – whereas there were ahs and ohs, as if I just descended from the moon.

Someone was kind enough to ask me, who my favorite philosopher is, and when I said “Gilles Deleuze”, without the obligatory suffix “contemporary french philosopher”, he put on a deeply astonished face, as if it were my fault, that western philosophy continued after 1781. After all, obviously todays encyclopedists are seated in consultant companies for economy.

After the meeting I had lunch with my girlfirend, which we cooked together, whilst she meant, it´s ok to put it in the mouth, but a tergo only after the wedding, whereat I tossed in, that under this condition there probably won´t be one.

Later on we accepted an invitation to a film festival, where we ignored and were ignored by the same art students that already ignored us in our own art gallery. The movie was about pedophilia but drinking was the central theme, also the emotions were cooled down to sub-zero. Nobody smoked.

Afterwards I chatted with a friend about the connection between the world religions and the prohibition of drugs, whereupon my friend opined, that the masters and prophets left the drug use at the disposal of ones own state of consciousness.

Now, at home, how should I gather the grace to write some lines of code for my own project, which shall prove to myself that I am not inferior to those who have so much more money, and whom I understand better than they understand themselves.

Talos Poesie auf Deutsch

Ohne Bedauern – J.H.Z.

Vivian Voda Light Poetry in English

Discipline – V.G.

one of these days, one of these nights

my mind will stop to put up a fight

my heart will open

and you will know

i m worthy of the courage you chose me for

i m worthy of the sword

you put into my hands

i m holding and using it

no matter which stance

is coming to take my breath away

is coming to challenge the trust you gave

the trust that you put in me

the day you took away my misery

the day you knew if you tuned it up

the walls will crumble

i ll drink from your cup

and even though i know i m here

due to your mercy, your wishes, your glory and your tears

who is it i dare to fight

if not my own ladder of oversight

what is it i need to bare

if not the cross that brings my share

of luck and lust and before all that

the fun that never seizes to end

the fun that teaches through pits of pain

that weakness only leaves

when discipline is my name.

Poezija na Hrvatskom

Za tebe – V.G.

Hodam gradom
I gledam se
Nijedan pokret nije previše.

Hodam gradom
I radim ono što radim najbolje
Odvažni pothvati koje mi duša nalaže.

Ostavljam uvrijeđene i zlostavljene misli kraj sebe.

Slamljam srca i ne bojim se.

Zar sam ja ta koja slamlja
Srce koje vec odavno slomljeno je?

Slamljam srca i nije lako, ne.

Zar sam ja ta koja bode
Ili je to bol koja se budi
Pred pogledom
Moje pokore.

Hodam gradom
I ne čudim se.

Bol i ja se znamo dobro
Tu je, uvijek, i više se ne bojim nje.

Buch Paul Schirnhofer Poesie auf Deutsch

Bücher sind Wanderer – J.H.Z.

Bücher sind Wanderer

Gibst du mir ein Buch,

Riskierst du eine Wanderschaft,

Ohne Wiederkehr.

Gibst du mir einen Titel,

Sage ich dir wer du bist.

Ich entlasse meine Bücher,

In die Fremde meiner Freunde,

Sollen sie doch zum Teufel gehen.

Kartonweise würde ich sie verschenken,

Könnte ich mich von ihnen trennen.

Listen von Titeln schreibe ich,

Auf Geheiß meiner Freunde.

Oder ungefragt. Todo. Done.

Und das, und das, und das auch noch.

Eine Übersetzung – ultimative Reise.

Soviel Ego reist mit, soviel Unfug.

Ich will eine Übersetzung abschicken,

Wie einen Soldaten:

Nichts Überflüssiges.

Was soll man in den Briefen,

An die Zukünftigen verpacken?

Was hält eine Reise aus,

Die Jahrzehnte, gar Jahrhunderte dauert?

Mich interessiert allein die Haltbarkeit.

Dauerwurst? Konserven? Unverdauliches?

Verpacke ich frische Ware,

Die bald verdirbt?

Über diese Fragen,

kann ein Leben vergehen,

Ohne dass die Wanderschaft beginnt.

Ich betrachte meine Bücherregale,

Und Stolz erfüllt mich,

Ob dieser willkürlichen Ansammlung.

Ein Teil von mir ist dort ausgelagert,

Ein anderer Teil west in mir; Anekdoten.

Und Hass erfüllt mich,

Denn wenn ich wieder umziehen muss,

Werde ich meine Freunde anbetteln,

Und Umzugsexperten zahlen,

Damit sie sie Kistenweise übersiedeln.

Und wozu?

ich nehme sie nur mehr in die Hand,

Um sie abzuschicken,

Um sie umzuschlichten,

Oder um einen Titel zu finden,

Selten, um sie aufzuschlagen.

Meine Bibliothek besteht aus

Vielen Verlorenen,

Die auf der Reise verunglückt sind.

Nie sind sie angekommen,

Vor des Lesers Auge.

Sie sind vielleicht am Trockenen,

Warten aber vergeblich,

Auf ihren Bestimmungsort.

Doch sind manche von ihnen,

Durch so manche Station gegangen.

Ich habe kein Mitleid mit ihnen.

Sie sprechen zu mir kraft ihres Namens.

Ich muss sie nicht kennen,

Denn ihr Ruf eilt ihnen voraus.

Du empfiehlst mir ein Buch?

Hoffe besser, es ist online.

Je besser es ist, desto weniger Hoffnung.

Die unendliche Bibliothek hat Lücken,

Das ist jetzt nur um so offensichtlicher,

In der welt 2.0.

Die Übertragungsfehler häufen sich.

Alles was ich noch gebrauche,

Ist ein tragbares Gerät, und es leuchtet.

Keine Reiselampen mehr,

Diese Abominationen.

Lesen und schreiben zugleich,

Hintergrundbeleuchtung inklusive.

Im Reiseformat gross oder klein.

Tablet oder Telefon.

Nie konnte ich am Computer lesen.

Reisen kostet Geld. Und Zeit.

Es ist das Vergnügen vieler.

All Inclusive ist beliebt.

Paris die Stadt der Liebe.

Wanderschaft bedeutet Exklusivität.

Man wandert selten freiwillig.

Es gibt einen Kanon dazu,

Den singt man notgedrungen dazu.

Doch der Wege gibt es viele,

Manche brauchen eine Leitmelodie,

Und manche machen sich,

Aufs geratewohl auf.

Für manche ist es ein Sonntagsspaziergang,

Manche hängen ihr Leben dran.

Lifestyle. Drängen. Notwendigkeit.

Eine Sprache zu lernen auf dem Weg.

Eine neue Sprache in der alten Sprache.

Wer könnte eine erfinden?