FREIBURGER ZEITGEISTLITERATURE (Satis Shroff)

I Zeitgeistlyrik: Satis Shroff DEFEATED, DYING (Satis Shroff) Those who succeed in battle Are bestowed with success And medals by Selensky. The sourest of apples Is tasted by those who fell Or were wounded In the killing fields Of Kiew, Bakmut, Saporija. Who speaks for the defeated And dying? The sad widows, Mothers and daughters Who have been left behind All over Europe. The latest strains of victory May be the agony of tomorrow. There is a gap Between mutiny in Moscow And vanishing supplies. Now it’s profitable to strike When Ivan is still reeling. Will Wagner’s hordes come again? Katherine Myrestad Dear Satis, Your thought-provoking collection of poems resonates deeply, addressing different aspects of life and human experience. Each poem offers a unique perspective, inviting introspection and contemplation. In "Defeated, Dying," you shed light on the forgotten voices of those who have fallen or been wounded in battle. While the victors are celebrated and honored, it i...

FLYING ABOVE THE ABODE OF THE GODS (Satis Shroff) "Will the passengers please fasten their seat belts," said a soft voice over the intercom. And I slid one end of the belt into the heavy metallic slot, sat back, and peered through the window of the Nepalese jet. The runway was clear and there was an Airbus 310, three Russian-made helicopters and a Dornier-aircraft near the control tower of Kathmandu's Tribhuvan International Airport. Some people waved from the tower. It was one of those early-morning mountain flights that are run 'provided-the-weather-is-good' as they say in tourist-brochures. My seat was right near the port wing and I could get a fairly good view of the engines coming noisily to life. The jet taxied lazily down the southern end of the runway, swerved around and sped towards the north gathering momentum till I could finally feel a hollow in my stomach. We were airborne. It was a steep climb and the blue mountain front was looming close. You c...

the fish-tailed one (satisshroff, freiburg) your eyes never tire of watching the different moods of the fish-tailed one in pokhara. at dawn, noon and dusk. this majestic peak, this sacred mountainof the gurung folk, who live below it and revere this towering peak.  no foreign boots are allowed to trample this path, and climb to the peak. climbers have respected this wish of the gurung folk. but the khumbu sherpas, who are lured by dollars, offer incense sticks and tormas, to please, bribe and pacify the gods. tourism dictates and the locals follow. enabling global climbers to trudge over sacred mountains. no, these moneyed people don't worship the mountains, they worship their egos. climbing is a conversation piece: look I climbed everest, it's on youtube and facebook. i made it to the top of the world. ICH-ICH-ICH. I did it. others who weren't so lucky, will turn up in a moraine, years later as stiff corpses.

  A Flight to the Himalayas (Satis Shroff,Freiburg) "Will the passengers please fasten their seat belts," said a soft voice over the intercom. And I slid one end of the belt into the heavy metallic slot, sat back, and peered through the window of the Royal Nepal jet. The runway was clear and there was an Airbus 310, three Russian-made helicopters and a Dornier-aircraft near the control tower of Kathmandu’s Tribhuvan International Airport. Some people waved from the tower. It was one of those early-morning mountain flights that are run 'provided-the-weather-is-good' as they say in tourist-brochures. My seat was right near the port wing and I could get a fairly good view of the engines coming noisily to life. The jet taxied lazily down the southern end of the runway, swerved around and sped towards the north gathering momentum till I could finally feel a hollow in my stomach. We were airborne. It was a steep climb and the blue mountain front was looming close. You could...

CATMANDU LITERARY CAFE: SATIS SHROFF Thanks to Smiljana Piksiades for the translation into Serbian. It was published in Serbian in the literary book "Književni pregled," Belgrade, Serbia. Grazie mille, Smiljana. Сатис Шроф (Satis Shroff, Nemačka) ХАЈДЕГЕРОВА ТРИЛОГИЈА: Тишина постојања Платон је једном рекао: Megala panta episphale, (Μεγάλα πάντα επισφαλή,) несигуран  осуђен на пропаст, угрожен. То је био Платонов филозофски одговор тиранину Сиракузу, који је био осуђен на пропаст. Али, зашто сам пратио Платонове речи, и узносим их до херојског Sturm und Drang? Истина је, саосећао сам са унутрашњом истином Националног социјализма, кратко време. Та кратка епизода ме је коштала мога постојања. Људско биће мора да расте велико само од себе, да би могло да види велике покрете и да их буде свесно. Ја потичем из мале породице, нисам хтео да се мешам у мале ствари, Књижевни преглед 14 178 да облачим и свлачим мантил тврдоглавости и одбијања ...