FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff):  On Doctor Faustus and Mephistopheles (Satis Shroff) On Doctor Faustus and Mephistopheles By Satis Shroff Foto courtesy: pixaby Dr. Johann Faust, the man who sold his soul to the Devil. A mythical figure? Certainly not. I went to the pretty town of Staufen via Bad Krvzingen from Freiburg. From the distance you can see the ruins of a castle looming above the vineyards on a hill. In the town below is a Gasthaus called Zum Lvwen (To the Lion). The tavern has a fresco on the wall by Prof. Fritz Geiges on the front wall depicting the Devil ' Mephistopheles in the process of breaking the neck of a broken down Dr. Faustus. Below the fresco is a wonderful calligraphic scripture with the words: In anno 1539 in Leuen-to-Staufen Dr Faustus, an astounding nigromantic, died miserably as a legend says, at the hands of the highest Devil named Mephistopheles, whom he called his brother-in-law as long as he lived, after the Pact whi...

The Kashmir Issue: Indo-Pak Sabre-rattling (Satis Shroff)   Pakistan celebrates Independence Day amid Kashmir crisis reported CNN recently.  Pakistan is prepared to "fight to the end" over Kashmir if necessary, Prime Minister Imran Khan said on Wednesday during a speech from the Pakistani-controlled part of disputed Jammu and Kashmir. PM Khan, who was in Kashmir to mark Pakistan's independence day, accused India of trying to marginalise and radicalise the region's Muslims. He also called New Delhi's move to strip Indian-controlled Kashmir of its autonomy a "strategic blunder" by Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi. Khan's address comes a week after India's parliament deliberately voted to reclassify the Indian state of Jammu and Kashmir  as a union territory, allowing New Delhi greater authority over the country's only Muslim-majority region. Tension is increasing between India and Pakistan ober the eternal Kashmir issue.  ...

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A BLACK FOREST VOICE: SATIS SHROFF https://www.instagram.com/p/B0U07oFI0MW80SNGNh5ml29ko3fcs0_B-IAMqU0 MORGENROT I (Satis Shroff) Ah, the beauty of the Morgenrot, The entire Dreisam Valley Bathed in scarlet hue. Even the birds chirp lightly. Morgenrot II ( Satis Shroff) Trucks dashing to Freiburg from the Schwarzwald, Emit a constant background din, Heavy duty tyres on asphalt, Hurrying towards the north. Morgenrot III ( Satis Shroff) The scarlet has disappeared Clouds with golden orange dashes appear, Long clouds in glowing orange Spread across the south-west sky. A blueness appears above the clouds, Long horizontal brush strokes, Over the Prussian blue mountains. Shaded of grey clouds, Above the orange now. Morgenrot ( Satis Shroff) You discern the pine treeline on the mountains, Your heart fills with joy and gratitude, As you sip your cuppa tea. Ah, a beautiful dawn in July. (C) satisshroff 2019 MOMENTUM (Satis Shroff...

FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff): Momentum (Satis Shroff) : MOMENTUM (Satis Shroff) (Subtitle: Paris is France) Yellow vested men and women No longer with lowered faces. Scowling coun...

MOMENTUM (Satis Shroff) (Subtitle: Paris is France) Yellow vested men and women No longer with lowered faces. Scowling countenances, Legs that kick down windows and doors, Arms that life and overturn cars. They want to be heard For they have been ignored By Macron and others At the Elysee Palace Too long. Paris is France. In the olde Jacobiner days it was the Bastille, Now it’s the Champs Elysees. Why is Paris burning? Hope    it’ll appear in Le Monde and Figaro Tomorrow. A movement gathers momentum, No time for empty speeches, No elitare nuances. Yellow vested men and women Fighting against vested interests, In Place de la Republic, Bastille and nation. Paris is France. The rift in the French society Has grown too wide. Will someone build a bridge Over these troubled waters of La Grande nation? Paris is France. Oh, please don’t talk about Haute Cuisine, I have problems making ends meet. I h...

THE DANCER AND THE POET There she is a blonde Flamenco dancer, From a family that was long dysfunctional. The poet says: ‘Dance, my dear to the rhythm Of the guitar and my lyrics.’ She pushes her feet to perform the fiery rhythms, She dances in a trance, Like a shaman in a séance. By working them out Till she’s exhausted after each dance. He praises her in his verses, Suddenly he lets her fall down. This makes her doubt; Melancholy creeps into her heart. She thinks: ‘When we came together It was like a blitz, That touched my heart. You brought me fire like Prometheus, Kindled it within me. Ah, love when we’re together We come out of our shells And enter each other.’ * * * Our love is like a flower with feelings It needs to be cared for, It needs the sun so that the perfume Can unfold itself. Your hatred is a contagious fire, Like darkness which douses the fire with...