rv hosteler 10-1 Atlanta

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At Atlanta

In the diary of august 5th

to leave Portland for Atlanta

the reason why I was forced to give up working  in Atlanta

In the running Greyhound with a insane black woman continually saying to me 

something meaningless and  for me to catch up., and Alcoholic jazz guitarist

I see a dark side of American society.

wenn einer fortgeht , muss er den Hu

 mit den Muscheln, die er sommer u''ber

 gesammelt hat , ins Meer werfen

 und fahren mit wehendem Haar,

 .............

 ............

 Herz, Anker ud Kreuz,

 und fahren mit wehenden Haar

 Dann wird er wiederkommen.

 Wann?

 Fag nicht

 

 

 

when you leave,

 you must throw your hat

 full of shells collected in Summer

 into the sea,

 and leave

 flapping your hairs in the wind.

 

........

 

then

 is it when?

 you will to come back ,

 on't ask about it.  

 

One or 2 days before I left Portland the lines of a poem flashed across my mind lingering on. The lines were a part of the poem titled 'Lieder von einer Insel' of  Bachmann. a German poet. It was in the evening after sunset . Then I was sensing Autumn creeping closer to me sitting slantly on the red-bricked stairs of the Pioneer Square ,empty and calm. Nobody except me was there. Disappeared youths puffing up with their naked upper bodies. Out of sight were children jumping with pigeons and their mother, too.

On the unfamiliar road of prairies of North Dacoda my eyes are again turned to the night view outside. The sky above the horizon side is coming down this way to me. Greyhound is dashing more deeply into the darkness. My eyes averted a little upward, I see the numerous stars, listening to them whisper secretly between them.

 Wow! beautiful! All of a sudden I am reminded of 'a night with stars twinkling', the painting of Van gogh. In spite of myself, the painting gives me a feeling of my soul souring into the cluster of the stars there twinkling ,as if they were whispering to me that at the end of  this journey with stars no more in sight, be ready to greet the first grey dawn of writing coming neare