© Andra Jöckle, 5.2.2010
So much unsuspected, unearthly rays.
© Andra Jöckle, 5.2.2010
Pictures of the Evangelical Church in Sibiu are from today, 5 February 2010. In the search for the best of all the very best cover for my book I use the last days, the last hours of sunlight to take pictures.
Or is the following recording better? You could make the front cover and then the Book return and fill a portion of the back (or the whole back?). So you would think the feeling the church and / or my little work as more friendly to pretty handy in the hand.
© Andra Jöckle, 5.2.2010
or not further the following recording actually very good for the back cover, especially because the distance format? Again, the leitmotif roof tiles.
given short: The title of Chapter 0 is "bold and colorful glazed tiles" - write without commas, as it is peculiar to poetry (as little red about), but above all as Courts ( trout bleu approximately) written without commas be. And please know: tile hot in the Transylvanian German also known as fat sandwiches (with garlic rubbed and thick with buttered, toasted bread slices that are emerging on which strips
Voilà. It's just also sucked chmaus and to-eat-be have To put it simply and hearty, things like that, things joy.
"bold and colorful glazed tile" is the title of the first chapter, the zero-chapter, in which time stands still. And to call this zero Oskar Pastior "Ozero" ("O Zero") from, in his poem "O-Ton Automne - Autumn Linguistics", which I used as a source of inspiration for my Sibiu of 5 months. (More about that in my book.)
Pastior it called out, joyfully, Pastior whose spirit I was looking to conjure up a little. And it sounds "oser" - the French dare to . Un the "o" may be seen quietly the diffraction show for the first person, also in the "r" future.
And there he sits me now again in the very heart, Oskar Pastior, the undead, be Geistlein, because: who wanted something with art, nothing ventured?
So please see it but these backgrounds, not that I complain about:
The church clock is not!!
This cursed Sibiu is not working!
You can not do!
I go!
No, not yet. Who am I then? I'm not Mecker mouth. Not yet! This to me is my time here is too precious.
I am just an "artistic city clerk" (as someone called me true of understanding): I see it "poetic", I can hardly different. So far only one other minor theme, the zero that has occurred during my time here in Sibiu way and is coherent.
"Artistic town clerk" to stress that seems to me necessary. When I am with my "Dr. Phil." cited would occur, but too much the woman doctor who wrote a dissertation, the scientist in the forefront and lets the artistic City Clerk no chance, she saw a friend at any rate. Thus act on it contain rat tails.
I was looking for my personal keys for Sibiu, once I was confronted in my early days with so many large, oversized keys (for the parish, the vestry) - and a man ahead storming with big key to me was just a key figure, that's life, on my part without any intervention is so poetic life.
Back to photo:
What so on the back of the book cover may be written, can write right on the pillar on precious Hermann Municipal masonry - city write our , is doing so out of a town clerk in mind.
© Andra Jöckle, 5.2.2010
Or even this photo as the cover? The black and the white of the tiles makes me immediately to the White from the leaf and the Black ink of the writer's guild think.
© Andra Jöckle, 5.2.2010
And the following photo is also particularly well placed to run through the spine to the back. Moreover, it is still in a bookstore in the eye?
© Andra Jöckle, 5.2.2010
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