Bücher von Hank Vogel

Hun er mere en digter end mig. Hans poesi strømmer fra kilden. Hun har den på spidsen af hendes tunge. Mig, jeg har det i slutningen af ¿¿min pen.

Lei è più poetessa di me. La sua poesia sgorga dalla fonte. Ce l'ha sulla punta della lingua. Ce l'ho alla fine della mia penna.

Jag bestämde mig för att äntligen bli någon. Bättre än så: var mig själv igen. Det vill säga en man med sina verkliga fel och sina verkliga egenskaper. Och att förverkliga en gammal dröm: att skriva fritt, att berätta för världen de fyra sanningarna.

- And then, you know, take the elephant by the tusks is something other than taking the bull by the horns, I say. Unlike the bull, a castrated elephant remains an elephant. He keeps all his memory. The bull becomes an ox.

Een zeer ongekleed, fatsoenlijk en niet-provocerend essay geschreven in een stijl, mijn favoriet, die ik onder de blik van God doopte als repetitief maar dichter bij de taal van engelen.In tige üntklaaid, fatsoenlik en net provosearjend essay skreaun yn in styl, myn favoryt, dat ik ünder de blik fan God doopte as repetitive, mar tichter by de taal fan ingels.

She is more of a poet than me. His poetry flows from source. She has it on the tip of her tongue. I have it at the end of my pen. (extract)

Laughs. Tears. No story agrees. No philosophy is capable of completely sedu- cing me. The gods charm me. Only God is a puzzle. And men, headaches from head to toe. While women are home breakers from head to butt or toe to butt.

En bra politiker agerar innan situationen förvärras... Tyvärr, få av våra kära förtroendevalda har en tydlig framtidsvision och kämpar ständigt med all kraft för att förbättra saker och ting. De flesta är politiskt blyga eller helt likgiltiga för andras problem. Skulle altruism i politiken betraktas som ett feberanfall för dessa människor? (extrahera)

God created man, man recreated him. But this is blasphemy! would say the ultraconservative spirits, usually with a long black beard, red but never white. These unsociable individuals caress their Kalashnikovs more often than their holy book. It is for these reasons that I am currently staying in a Swiss army bunker, disused or not: it is difficult to say, a place kept secret that was never revealed to the Americans or the Russians. Only a few insiders know exactly where I am staying with my partner and the future first homo novus of the times to come.

Any spelling mistake, like any other mistake or slip of the tongue, often hides a deeper truth than the one we see or should see.

It is up to you to choose your side. I have chosen mine and I often have the bizarre impression of being on a disoriented horse that gallops sometimes towards the east and sometimes towards the west. For the beautiful plains of neutrality that he hopes to find do not exist. Or not anymore, say those who have fabulously dreamed them.

Mycket avklädd, anständig och icke-provokativ essä skriven i en stil, min favorit, som jag döpte under Guds blick av repetitiva men närmare änglarnas språk.

Mr. Cassis and his Blueberries have screwed me up... by participating in the economic war against Russia, let them now go all the way... let them at least for once be consistent with their logic, for God's sake!The diplomats of the rogue Tsar are also rogues, probably members of the post- Soviet secret service. Everything is a matter of and between friends in a supposedly civilized and transparent society, as everywhere else. (abstract)

I am a man of broad ideas. I hope to be. With ideas without limits... To build. Destroy. Rebuild. To imagine. Dare. To launch. Erase. Recognize. I love these verbs. They are part of my basic philosophy. I was a brilliant math student. And as fate would have it, I moved away from those sciences. I have a degree in experimental metaphysics. And I am currently in charge of a very special department in the state that consists of archiving theses that are not recognized or considered to be false theses or absurd theses...