#till's poem

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

Till's poem...and why it moved me a lot...

posted on Till Lindemann IG 2024-08-07.

Jegliches hat seine Zeit

Hier steh ich nun, bin sehr bereit

nichts kann mich vom Gehen halten

die Vergangenheit wirft Falten

besser später als zu spät

wenn es leider nicht mehr geht

man sollte Hut und Mantel greifen

in die weite Welt ausschweifen

neue Aussicht, weg vom Alten

nach neuen Ufern Ausschau halten

beschmiert mit Schuld verblasst in Sühne

brauch neue Farben neue Bühnen

um Verständnis bitt ich nicht

brauch auch kein anderes Gericht

das Urteil stand schon fest am Tag

bevor man mich zur Nacht befragt

einzig Licht da in der Not

Fackeln wie in „ROSENROT“*

Wort und Stimmung unterkühlt

noch nie so einsam mich gefühlt

liegt das Leben erst in Scherben

weiter weiter ins Verderben

Der Wald verbrannt

Nichts mehr zu roden

doch Asche ist der beste Boden

hoffnungsvoll aus ihr zu steigen

voller Dank mich hier verneigen

so fällt es gar nicht leicht zu gehen

die Zeit mit Euch war wirklich schön.

In Liebe und Respekt

Till

*Musikvideo Rammstein

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It has already been posted on Tumblr, and i considered commenting on that, but decided not to, so as not to offend or aggravate anyone with my personal opinion on it, because I have on occassion been critical or at the very least hesitant about Till and Till's behaviour in the last couple of years (starting already from 2019)

When the allegations happened and in the year since then, i was on occasion doubtful when i saw Till referring to it as "it will blow over", feeling maybe his usual 'fuck it all' attitude was a bit misplaced because it wasn't just him who was involved, but the others in the band as well, feeling maybe he didn't care that much about that aspect of it all.

I love Till's poetry, maybe even more than some of his songs, he is such a born poet, can describe feelings, emotions, situations with such raw, well chosen words. Not needing pages and pages of flowery words, but exactly enough to get to the core, to the heart of things. I love that he is wellread, uses many reference from the classics, from German history, German literature etc.

But this, this is more...

this to me is really Till opening up. Straight from his heart, no metaphores, no alter-persona, this is him about himself. How he has been hurt by it all, how much it brought him down, how unfair he felt treated, without throwing accusations back at his accusers. How cold and lonely it has been, even though we know he always has people around him, always travelling with friends, i can't help but feel the coldness was also felt within the six-men-marriage Rammstein itself, at least for a while. Towards the end of the poem he sounds hopeful, growing again from the ashes, grateful.

How to interpret the last two lines "It's really not easy to go, the time with you was really beautiful"; is he saying goodbye? To us? To Rammstein? To the stadiumtour-years with all it's ups and downs? To his old lifestyle? I don't know. The latest post on Rammstein official makes me hopeful it is not Rammstein at least. Maybe we'll hear more soon, maybe we won't. We can only wait and see.

I hope he has someone with him, a friend, family, someone who really loves him for himself. And i hope he is okay ❤️

[ttikottbok]

like the casket to the dead // in you, i found rest

[asoftepiloguemylove]

BUT WHO COULD LOVE ME? I AM OUT OF MY MIND // IVAN & TILL

pinterest // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Anne Sexton Complete Poems of Anne Sexton, "The Papa and Mama Dance" // Fall Out Boy Hum Hallelujah // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Ernest Hemingway The Garden of Eden // Florence + the Machine Grace // Elliot Wake Black Iris // The National Daughters of the Soho Riots // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Mitski I Guess // Adam Silvera They Both Die at the End // Lorde Writer in the Dark // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Margaret Atwood Cat's Eye // Chris Abani Dog Woman // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Warsan Shire Souvenir, "Our Men Do Not Belong to Us" // VIVINOS Alien Stage, "ROUND 6" (via youtube) // Louise Glück Faithful and Virtuous Night

[lucidloving]

All images: VIVINOS, Alien Stage // Rixa White // Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince // S.K. Osborn, "A Hunger Like No Other" // Sing Shong, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint // Sylvia Plath, "Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest" // Park Byungdae, STUDIO LICO, Yongsu Choi, & Manju—Cure // Renée Vivien // Tina Tran, "Until I started choking on our memories" // Mary Ruefle, "The Cart" // Jenny Slate, Little Weirds // Pablo Neruda, 20 Love Sonnets and a Song of Despair // Hozier—Francesca // Richard Siken, "Saying Your Names"

[bebx]

Mutter (translated, Mother) by Rammstein

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

hey lads lassies neithers boths in-betweens

tomorrows poem is about a concert from a queer artist I love

that I am going to tommorrrow

the concert will most likely go to eleven, and you cannot make me write a poem that is a satisfying conclusion to this wonderful project at 11 PM at night

sooo...

final poem on the 31st

mark your calendars.

[lost-romantique]

Just a thought...

Sometimes I wish I could enjoy Helluva Boss like any normal person, without the need to talk and communicate with others about it.

Sometimes, I just want to enjoy the show for the sake of enjoyment.

Because seeing the characters interact:

Seeing Blitzø trying his damndest for his company and for the people he loves, despite his self-hatred seething out at every opportunity.

Seeing Stolas love so hard despite living a privileged and sheltered life devoid of the very love he rightfully deserves.

Seeing Moxxie finally have the guts to stand up to his abusive father, who tried to raise him as a ruthless leader.

Seeing Millie fiercely protect the love of her life, because the very thought of losing that special someone would destroy her.

Seeing Loona learn to love and appreciate her dad, and fit in as a young adult who was raised in the system.

Seeing Octavia try her best to go through and navigate her mother and father's tumultuous divorce, and learn how to cope.

Seeing Fizz stand up and escape his toxic and horrible boss that treated him like ass.

I just genuinely have such a strong love for the show, and I want to share it with people.

Of course, I have a favorite (as if it wasn't obvious), and yeah I like to yap, but I simply like to yap about the things I love, and I simply want to discuss it with people that genuinely love the show with all their heart.

~~~

It's scary how quickly a Fandom can grow toxic, how people look at a piece of media and enjoy it just as much as you do, but in a different way.

Those differences breed hatred and twist your words like a knife, but such is life.

Our thoughts and feelings are weapons, and in someone else's story, we are the enemy for simply sharing a difference of opinion.

At the same time...

Our thoughts and feelings are words of affirmation, signs that we're not alone in this way of thinking.

Sometimes just having people agree with you, is comforting. And by finding people that think the way you think, validates your thoughts in ways you don't expect.

Therefore, our thoughts and feelings can also save people.

In conclusion, I love this show a lot, and I just want to talk to people about it.

~~~

Also, like look at this red lizard.

I love him. I hope you do too.

He's so misunderstood.

But I love him.

He's an asshole.

But I adore him.

He's an idiot.

But I want to give him a hug.

[yungluv16]

Clementine's not just a fruit

It's my daughter's chosen name

[r26yz]

now I've spent myself in lines and lost. where is that boy of yesteryear?

let him die young and leave a pretty corpse: die with his legs in the air

[notafraidofredyellowandblue]

I see nothing but slow healing of a deep, open wound in Tills poem. Everything will be fine.

In fact, him covering his heavily scarred arms in tattoos looks to be part of that healing process.

Eels live in deep waters.

Tiefe Brunnen muss man graben wenn man klares Wasser will.

❤️

[endlich-allein]

Rammstein have a message to get across (broadcast just before their arrival on stage) :

Auferstanden aus Ruinen Und der Zukunft zugewandt Lasst uns euch zum Guten dienen Alte Not gilt es zu zwingen Und zwingen sie vereint Denn es muss uns doch gelingen Dass die Sonne schon wie nie Über alle scheint

Risen from the ruins And looking to the future Let us serve you for the better Old adversity must be overcome And compel them together For we must succeed That the sun shines like never before Shines on all

[asoftepiloguemylove]

LOVE TO THE POINT OF DESTRUCTION // IVANTILL

Richard Siken A Primer for the Small Weird Loves // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube) // Mitski Crack Baby // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube) // Tom Stoppard The Invention of Love // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 3" (via youtube) // Duncan Sheik The Word of Your Body // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube) // unknown // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube) // Richard Siken War of the Foxes // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 3" (via youtube) // Sylvia Plath Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube) // The Marías Heavy // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube) // Pablo Neruda 100 Love Sonnets // VIVINOS Alien Stage; "Round 6" (via youtube)

[supercoolgoose19]

thinking about sappho!!! thinking about how she comes alive every time we use the word sapphic!! thinking about how there is poetry embedded in the very act of being queer!!! thinking about how she said the words which she breathed would be immortal and she was right!! we remember!! even in a different time we remember!!!!

[thealternatemind]

“but if you love us

choose a younger bed

for i cannot bear

to live with you when i am the older one”

- sappho fr. 121, as translated by anne carson

[lvminisciel]

dance macabre

let us have this dance of macabre!

strums of lullaby accompany our steps

spectators of all kinds eagerly waiting in silence 

people of all race, of all ages

humans and fae alike, mingling into one

isn't this what you always long for, my dearest?

rub away your tears, if you would

look above, my dear!

look how the ceilings crumbled, 

forging a path upon the starry skies

under the sea of stars shall we waltz with grace

one step forward, two steps back

a tango everyone desires

now then, don your brightest smiles!

as we are the prima donna of this palace 

knightly boots replacing glass slippers

briars and thorns, prettier than roses

mere infatuations and lust desist,

only loyalty alone shall exist

hush now, dear

do not loathe me amidst parada

cease your sadness at once

bury your soul deep within one’s eyes

never let those speckles of aurora

be tarnished by the mere sight of carcass 

for I have bestowed you the honor

of taking my hand for this dance

moving in front ochos,

I whisper to you eternal happiness

a promise that’ll never go unkept

holier than the eternal slumber

oh, if only the crowd would cheer!

rather than rotting beneath our feet 

but fret not, my dear 

as we have a long night ahead of us!

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

去有风的地方meet yourself (qu youfengde difang/going somewhere windy)