songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
to drop some golden orb of perfect song into our deep, dear silence
© Avishai Cohen, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

When our two souls stand up erect and strong / Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher / Until the lengthening wings break into fire / At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong / Can the earth do to us, that we should not long / Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher / The [...]

sock it, rock it, heat it, beat it, then fling it at ‘em
© Amok Amor, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Do that thing, jazz band! / Whip it to a jelly / Sock it; rock it; heat it; beat it; then fling it at ‘em / Let the jazz stuff fall like hell on king and truck driver, queen and laundress, lord and laborer, banker and bum (Amok Amor, poem by Frank Marshall Davis)

while yet you are still burning inside my brain IV
© Mette Rasmussen, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Then you came along / With your siren song / To tempt me to madness (Mette Rasmussen, poem by Billy Strayhorn)