time |
i like the time.
Posted by Aga PP on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 08:10:00 PST |
wieder gefragt worden..... |
Aggafari (auch Agafari) war der Titel eines hohen Würdenträgers am Hof des Negus Negest (Kaisers) von Äthiopien. Seine Funktion war am ehesten mit der eines Zeremonienmeisters an den europäischen Fürs...
Posted by Aga PP on Tue, 27 May 2008 05:04:00 PST |
Let it be known |
Let it be known that a spectre is haunting what has chosen to identify itself as the music industry. It is a spectre recognized by many names, but which, as dictated by the insatiable need for immedia...
Posted by Aga PP on Wed, 02 Apr 2008 05:29:00 PST |
Later we have a Television-handed Ghostess, described by a man who had never seen television. |
As every one of them pointed his finger to me to come to him I preferred most to go direct to the copperish ghost from whose room the smell of African's food was rushing out to me, but when the golden...
Posted by Aga PP on Tue, 11 Mar 2008 06:50:00 PST |
You can’t catch me, I’m the Gingerbread Man |
Once upon a time I played electric guitarAnd they said I was a rock and roll starNow nobody calls me on the telephoneSo I sit and watch my TV all aloneMaybe if I put a bullet in my brainThey'd remembe...
Posted by Aga PP on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 04:48:00 PST |
RIP |
Lucky Dube is deadShot in Johannesburg on 10.18.2007
Posted by Aga PP on Sat, 03 Nov 2007 07:32:00 PST |
looking for answers |
Thou takest the pen - and the lines dance.Thou takest the flute - and the notes shimmer.Thou takest the brush - and the colors sing.So all things have meaning and beautyin that space beyond time where...
Posted by Aga PP on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 05:23:00 PST |
conversation |
The only profitable conversations are with enthusiasts who have ceased being sowith the ex-naïve&Calmed down at last, they have taken, willy-nilly, the decisive step toward knowledge that impersonal...
Posted by Aga PP on Fri, 05 Oct 2007 07:37:00 PST |
agafari |
The sun was a huge glowing ball of crimson flame in the western sky and the heat made Ler-Kinions tongue swell, filling his mouth. His gaze swept across the pool of water that he had spent the l...
Posted by Aga PP on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 05:17:00 PST |
The Ugly One With The Jewels |
1974, I went to Mexico to visit my brother who was working as an anthropologist with Tsutsil Indians, the last surviving Mayan tribe. And the Tsutsil speak a lovely birdlike language and are qui...
Posted by Aga PP on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 05:02:00 PST |
