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Donnerstag, 31. Mai 2012

MALICIOUS GOSSIP - ÜBLE NACHREDE

...on malicious gossip by GEORGE ELIOT 1819 - 1880


gossip is a sort of smoke that comes from the dirty tobacco-pipes of those who diffuse it: it proves nothing but the bad taste of the smoker...


from: Daniel Deronda (novel 1874 - 06, her last opus)
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MEINE WORTE DAZU:


M A L I C I O U S    G O S S I P 



malicious gossip comes

like poisonous arrows

whooshing by the dozen

piercing my conscience

comes in gusts of venomous

spittle searing soft tissues…

were there mirrors to bundle

the lot - to fire it back,

spit the attacking rays and

slime right back to the sender…



why do I seem so upset,

why do I care anyway?

how empty must they be

who try to fill their precious moments

with fastidious scoffing, sneering, jeering –

the back hardly turned…

I just loathe to lose time –

I just loathe to get my hem dirty

wading through a mud-like stock

of libel and slander -



integrity has always been the admired objective

why should I weathered and marked by rough tides

not just stand up like a beautiful Amazon

armoured with cautious pride in my eyes

and go against precarious prejudice.

once in a while once in a while or so…

but I know one way or other

it will be me again who stumbles

stumbles self-consciously over the edge

carefully trying to catch my frayed intentions

while falling – and while the armour still

seems to protect me I feel its harsh plates

dig deep into my skin and my flesh

reminding me of the way it is, always has been:

social life has its planes with sharply honed blades

abrasing like a milling machine whatever it spurns

leaving behind barely recognizable

disfigured and marred: the victim –

aliquid semper haeret ...








...weil es mir unendlich wichtig ist, derzeit auf der haut brennt,
und ich es auch anderen, die es brauchen, schenken möchte....
by gabriele brunsch 2009

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