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)

your hair & your face & your smile & the dress that you wore
© Falckensteinstr., Berlin, 2017 Florian Fritsch

Words mean more at night like a song / And did you ever notice the way light means more than it did all day long? / Words mean more at night light means more / Like your hair and your face and your smile and our bed and the dress that you wore (Gregory Alan [...]