June 7, 2020

Still speechless. This world seems to crumble. It is heartbreaking to see the news. Since I cannot summon up the proper words, I decided just to share this little bit with you guys:

Handcuffed.
Face Down.
Knee on his neck.
They did nothing.

He called the officer “Sir.”
They did nothing.

He begged for his life.
He begged for water.
He begged for mercy.
They did nothing.

His nose bled.
His body trembled.
He lost control of his bladder.
They did nothing.

He cried out, “I can’t breathe.”
They did nothing.

Twelve more times.

“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“I can’t breathe.”

They did nothing.

One last time, he gasped, “I can’t breathe.”
They did nothing.

He lost consciousness.
They did nothing.

A firefighter demanded they check his pulse.
They did nothing.

Off duty medical personnel begged them to stop.
They did nothing.

Deprived of oxygen.
His organs screaming.
His brain frantic.
They did nothing.

They watched George Floyd die.
His life fading.
A slow death.
They did nothing.

A lynching on the ground.
They did nothing.

For eight agonizing minutes.
Four officers watched.

He cried out for his Mom…
A grown man…
And still they did nothing.

Crying out for the woman who gave him life…
For the woman who preceded him in death.
And still they did nothing.

A black man.
A gentle giant.
Murdered because he was black.
And still, they’ve done nothing.

Probable Cause exists.
A Double Standard exists.

The officers should be arrested.
And still they’ve done nothing.

This is the picture of George with his mother.
May they both rest in peace.

May justice be served.
Pray they do something.

(Michelle Lorenz)

Sleep well, Mr. Floyd.

André

May 3, 2020

Hummingbird and Fuchsia, 1971.
Japanese woodblock print
by Tōshi Yoshida
吉田遠志

This picture, shared with us by Antony Hickling, represents my current state of mind.
»It’s May, it’s May, the lusty month of May, that lovely month when everyone goes blissfully astray. It’s here, it’s here, that shocking time of year, when tons of little wicked thoughts merrily appear.« (from the musical, »Camelot«)
Life’s been quite busy recently, as always, but I am happy to admit that I’m rather happy and content despite the oddness of the Corona situation. I’ve started (and finished) a book and continued my extensive introspection through psychoanalysis. Working with children is rewarding in many different ways. I’m more than grateful that I am welcome to walk this path.
I sure do hope you guys are doing fine — I hope you and your loved ones are healthy and in good spirits.
Sending you love, love, and love,

André

March 21, 2020

The times, they are a-changin’ (to use Bob Dylan’s words). We should try to make the best out of this crisis. It’ll pass eventually. In the meantime, we can delve into good books, old movies, enjoy nice food, or connect with old or new friends via social media or (if you dare) the phone. I’ve been writing a lot recently, feeling greatly inspired and kind of appreciate my spare time at home.
Sending you lots of sweet precious love,

André