Schlagwort: Rawlins Gilliland

79. Poetry of life

As a boy raised by artists, the poetry of life was inescapable.  When Mother played Debussy on the piano or Dad played a recording of Gershwin’s „An American In Paris,“ this was nothing less than audible poetry. Grandmother’s watermelon rind pickles, the crisp cloves… Continue Reading „79. Poetry of life“

76. Fernglas

Man sagt, Dichter sehen das Leben durch rosa Brillen, aber ich sage lieber, durch ein starkes Fernglas mit Pastelltönung. They say poets look at life through rose-colored glasses but I’d say it’s through high-resolution binoculars with a pastel tint. / Rawlins Gilliland, Kera News