BOOKS
Ever since I was little, writing books has been my dream. I started many but finished few. And those few never saw the (publishing) light of day. I usually gave up after around 40 pages and I can barely look at my old work anymore. I might upload something from my teenage years one day, just to give you an idea. Or not.
Then I tried to get a poem collection published for a while. The idea was to combine my writing with pictures from as many different contributors as possible … but that didn’t really work out either. So no books yet. Sorry.
Song adaptations
Translating songs into a different language (in my case either German or English) is quite a challenge. But it is great fun too! Finding the right words and rhymes to make it sound good while still preserving the meaning and feel of the original song – in a way it’s like a puzzle. I like it.
I’ve been interested in this field of work for several years now, and I’ve managed to create a few good translations (or rather adaptations). Here’s a selection:
If you want me to write an adaptation of your own work or your favorite song, feel free to contact me!
Subtitles
Subtitling is an area that I haven’t really found the time to get into yet. I’ve written the official German subtitles for some of Chris Thompson’s (supricky06) videos on YouTube a couple of years ago. I’ve also written several German subtitles for Shane Dawson’s old clips, but he never put them online. Too bad!
Other than that, there’s nothing much I could mention in this section. I think audio description might be a really fascinating field of work. Would be fun to try that someday.
If you want me to write your subtitles, feel free to contact me.
Poems
Over the last decade or so, I’ve posted countless short poems on Facebook and/or Twitter whenever I felt like writing. Poetry is what got me most of my Facebook fans. It’s more or less become my main creative focus for a couple of years. Here is an extensive collection of my favorite poems. Reading through all of them might take a while.
Are your cries silent
When no one can hear them
Ruthless and violent
You try to be near them
Clawing and scratching
To what they call living
Struggling, attaching
A meaning to giving
Core, flesh and surface
So bare of receiving
Wondering what worth is
In staying and breathing
A freshly filled up grave
I'm staring at the dirt
Don't know how to behave
Or how to bear this hurt
I knew there'd come a day
When I would say good-bye
To mud and twigs and clay
And roses turning dry
He never knew a tender touch
But knew how much he missed it
His body was an unread book
That shook right when she kissed it
All of his pages open wide
He just complied, she led him
A hunger that he'd never known
All life long grown, she fed him
Drifting and hollow and I’m not even sad
Clutching my pillow when it‘s not even bad
Don’t have the will though to address all the mess
Longing for less of almost everything
Used to need cash, now I don’t know what to buy
Bought everything, thought it would be worth a try
I don’t know why I even got up today
I’m in the way of almost everything
Your ass looks like a Barbie doll's
I'm staring quite obsessively
To squeeze a human in those pants
It truly is impressing me
I'd love to peel them off again
If there's a chance, I guess we'll see
Without a knife I don't see how
So would you share your ass with me?
