11/23/2008

Imago Dei

Two brave men choose to stand in a ring together, leaving their assigned corner to fight each other with nothing more than their fists. Clenching their fists that shelter their lifes - their past, present and future. Turning them into organic bullets, taking their lifes into their own hands, targeting the other - both with the same intention. Both with the same motivation and passion.

The rivals face is to the combatants life itself. To some even the image of God and therefore prohibited in the past - as disfiguring the face is to them insulting God...

These fighters choose to challenge life in an intimate close - combat, knowing too well that just as in life outside the ring, no fight is bloodless. But fear has no seat in the ring.

Boxing is not only about facing life or punching it in its face, it is mastering the way of life by keeping distance to it, studying it and studying oneself in order to be able to recognize and utilize the momentum - as every rival has its weakness. Leading it, is making the fight yours. Perfectionism is a knock out. Beating life gratification.



In memory of Rocky Marciano, Muhammed Ali and James J. Braddock.


11/17/2008

The Difference is Why

Ying and Yang


I love wearing dresses and high heels.
I love make-up for making me look great even when I feel shit.
I love to get lost in my big bag.
I love to cook for my beloved ones.
I love to polish my toenails cherry red.
I love my push up bra.
I love wearing gloves.
I love pampering myself.
I love watching happy-end-love-movies.
I love body lotion.
I love the smell of flowers.
I love being nurturing.
I love fashion magazines.
I love shopping.
I love dessert.
I love little creatures.



My Gentle Man should carry my parcels.
My Gentle Man should always offer his seat for a lady.
My Gentle Man is polite.
My Gentle Man always opens the door for me.
My Gentle Man always puts on my coat.
My Gentle Man helps me with my seat.
My Gentle Men offers his arm.
My Gentle Man is discreet - no "kiss&tell"
My Gentle Man is on time.
My Gentle Man accepts the bill discreetely.
My Gentle Man takes me in his arms.
My Gentle Man sends me flowers.
My Gentle Man knows what he wants.
My Gentle Man has courage.
My Gentle Man fights for me.
My Gentle Man is gentle to me.

11/10/2008

The Four Seasons

In times, while walking along the big, wide cobblestone pavements of a city called Life, while looking around, making stops, turning right, sometimes left and sometimes in circles for a while - one would say that with the utmost probability we will, sooner or later, not only get rid of some belongings, but also loose some of them.
Getting rid of belongings is driven on by our choice, whereas the loss of belongings is driven by an unknown force. A natural, subtle force just as foxy fall, wrapping the leaves in beautiful colors and sending at the very same time a warm breeze to seperate them tenderly, effortlessly from the trees. Our eyes are attracted by the varietey of colors overshadowing the bald trees without even concealing them, making us see the beauty in the pain. The dull silence of winter will embrace us with his white down filled coat and at the same time lay between us and the rest, pushing us away with a warm hug, somewhere into the distance, far away from the others in order to get closer to ourselves. And just when we get tired of ourselves, just when our umbilical cord to the world seems to be overstretched, the snow starts melting, turns into tears and we´re ready to arise and bloom again in spring . We´re ready to keep on blooming in glory and pomp, infatuating the air with the pure perfume of our souls - here we are, ready to stand one tree next to the other, flaunting our crowns in summer, reaching the highest highs of our beeings until - it hurts again...

11/04/2008