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An Overview for my Website
Welcome to my site. Here you will be able to read (hear and watch in the Download area) quite an assortment of essays on literary or general themes, my own poems, stories and sketches and watch or listen to recordings of radio broadcasts and video clips). My main concerns in the literary field have been infuenced by studies in such fields as the poetry of Goethe and the Romantics; the use of the word 'wanderer' in literature since Shakespeare; the poetry of Robert Browning and Dylan Thomas; linguistic theories affecting the analysis of poetry as well as general political and historical issues ranging from the atom bomb to the 'credit crunch'.
I have placed some video clips on youtube. To access the most recent, place - julianselfkant - in Youtube and/or Google search box.
I have also done field work researching the Pied Piper legend and with the help of my colleague John Holland recorded an intervew with a leading expert in this field, the director of the Burg Museum in Coppenbrügge. Please click:
He throws much light on the enigmatic references to Koppen and Calvarie associated with the Pied Piper legend.
Ein Wort für Deutschsprachige. In der DOWNLOADS-Abteilung (Siehe MENU links) auf Seite 1 kann man eine Video-Datei herunterladen, in der der Direktor des Burg-Museums in Coppenbrügge bei Hameln einiges zum Thema Rattenfänger erzählt, darunter eine Auslegung des ersten erhaltenen Bildes des Rattenfängers. Siehe auch auf YouTube:
For St Valentine's Day a scene showing how a tutorial on 'Wandering' harbours the possibility to make amorous overtures:
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Textual Sources of the Pied Piper Story

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The Sources of Stories telling of the Pied Piper of Hamelin with attendant Commentaries

This documentation comprises early accounts of stories telling of the Pied Piper of Hamelin and includes commentaries on developments of the story’s basic theme produced by the absorption of new material or significant modifications added through the course of time. The sequence and chronology of the following texts are based on the findings of Hans Dobbertin in his authoritative study Quellensammlung zur Hamelner Rattenfängersage (Göttingen: Otto Schwartz, 1970).

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Video clips I recently placed on Youtube Sock it to 'em, Mr. Preacher.  Exitus or Exodus? The role of Count Nicholas von Spiegelberg in the Disappearance of Hamelin's Children according to two experts in studies of the Pied Piper Story. Hans Dobertin and Gernot Hüsam  Interpretation of Augustin von Mörsperg's Picture of the Pied Piper by Gernot Hüsam Der Ratenfänfger von Coppenbrügge (Interview mit Museumsdirektor Gernot Hüsam)   Who is like the Pied Piper`in his Coat of Red and Gold??  The Road to Calvary in Browning's `The Pied Piper of Hamelin


Further clips below

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Date of Birth:

July 14, 1941 in Bishop's Stortford, England

Present Status:

I have  retired from my post as teacher of English at a state college for Business and Administration in Erkelenz (BKE), near Cologne in Germany.  My hands are now free to devote myself more fully to my literary and cultural interests.  I have a son and daughter, Joseph and Eleanor, now resident in New York and Jerusalem respectively.  One of my present interests lies in the production of video clips. See I took part in a docu film on foreigners in Germany and their attitude to their country of origin or 'Heimat':  For a detailed account of my interests, development and writings:


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Poem of the Month

 March 2012


Oh, to read 'em now,
those writings on the wall,
poems, parodies of Poe and Pound,
stuck there with jam, back then.
Ah then! Carefree and footloose,
students of literature and art!
Life was so easy. we didn't care a bit.
(I had a reason not to make a rime).
Bob wrote fatuous lines about some man
"who flitted from corner to corner
of his misspent life" How apt.
Back then! We mocked both Heaven and Hell!
Then Bob's just broken-off engagement ring,
melted down, drip-drip, till nought was left
but some base alloy black and drab.
Bob talked to some imp, (or was it Puck?)
perched where walls and ceiling meet,
He said he did,who cares that much.
(I had a reason not to make a rime).
We mocked life, now life mocks us.
To read 'em now, those writings on the wall!


Tea, Darling? We're British.

I have a funny feeling.
It is all so unappealing.
The dollar's hit the ceiling.
This may may send the markets reeling.
If the markets hit the floor,
 Paul says we'll all be poor.
Oh, how beastly! What a bore!
 But Peter's not so sure:

"Whenever markets crash,
it's time to make a splash,"
and, as Grandma used to say,
 "There'll be another day."

It's time for an excursion,
not for worry but diversion.
Who's for cream cakes and tea in Ealing?
Earl Grey or just Darjeeling?
We'll have to mend our fences
and go easy on expenses.

On this may all agree.
It's always time for tea.





I saw her, a little girl framed as by a wreath

Of foliage at the neighbour's fence,

When I later visited Aunt Rose

She and hers were gone.


I saw her once more beside a palm.

Too young to wear a veil,

she had a face with beauty to inspire

verses by Byron or Shakespeare.


I saw her once morea mid a field of corn,

framed by an Amish bonnet.

To my question on her faith,

She confessed to one true God.

I thanked her for her answer,

and drove off.


I saw her again in a downtown store

dressed immaculately in white.

She caught my eye and smiled

a moment too long.

Her supervisor coughed.


I shall see her again, I imagine,

when she smiles a sweet adieu

handing a scalpel to a surgeon

during an operation that could fail.



Are memories more than molecules?

More than a string of fading images

produced by a rubbery greyish mass,

itself doomed to decay?


Or visions of the infinite,

intersections of the one path trod

with the many we might have chosen?

May we still explore them, guided

by imagination or by faith

through the internal labyrinth of the mind,

or the outer realms of God's eternity?

Who knows the difference,

who dares to contemplate, who cares,

is eternity is now?




Remember Alexander

Namque Romanis cum nationibus populis regibus cin

ctis una et ea vetus causa bellandi est: cupido profunda imperi et divitarium

After: "Letter of Mithridates to Phraates, King of Parthia"

Historiae VI by Sallust


I am a man more poisoned against than poisoning.

That’s my version anyhow, and I’m sticking to it.

Don’t blame me for having survived a few meals

Which others, less fortunate, could not.

All that doesn’t help me now with Pompey at my throat.

Pompey, plunderer and bully, who has enough wit

Only to command a Materialschlacht,

But that is child’s play with Rome’s support.

Rome! Scourge of cities, tribes, peoples, nations, all mankind,

Were not the Pillars of Hercules, the western shores

Sufficient for your ravenous appetite

That your eagle eyes scan my realm?

O Phraates, King of Parthia still unvanquished,

Had you but lent your ear to me when together we

Might have rid the East of this ill-begotten son

Of Mars. Small the credit, so great the loss!

For Rome, unchallenged, bestrides the Great Sea. Eastwards

He surveys my mountains and your rivers, groves and plains,

No doubt beyond. Remember Alexander,

Who sacked glorious Persepolis.

You vainly sue for peace, like credulous Philipp once

When fondly strung along with Rome’s promises of “pax”.

And what of Carthage? Where now her wealth of gold

And purple? Barren her poisoned lands!

Mind you, I’m not well-placed on a high moral pedestal

When it comes to poisoning, but limits I respect.

A few enemies now and then, I admit,

Died at my table. The ham was off!

But the earth is sacrosanct. I never salted fields,

For Rome’s venom is stronger than aught I ever brewed.

Where shall this end? Shall Rome vanquish all nations?

Shall all cower to his bloody sword?

But Rome! With surfeiting the eaten, not the eater,

Prevails. The whole world is, even for iron digestions,

Strong meat. It is the sun, not Romulus, whom

East and West obey. Helios rules.

With Rome to east and Rome to west, then two Romes are there,

And I do fear for man and earth. The approach of death

Lends men insight. I fought, I won, I lost in war.

My spirit is still king. Sirs, your health.

The last round! Like Carthage we lose to Rome the third round.

Once more is the Gordian knot in twain. Quirites,

The gods look down. Remember Alexander,

Who died of fever in Babylon!




What's a Year in Time's Vast Flow?
When a sailor man bade his sweetheart good bye
he said she should tarry a year
until he sailed back with silver and gold
and a ring to dry her last tear.
"To me you are more than silver and gold,"
said the maid in sorrow and pain.
"The ocean is cruel and the wind will change,
and we'll meet no never again."
The sailor laughed at his love's deepest fear,
"What's a year in Time's vast flow?
Wait for the day my good ship returns,
then the truth of this promise you'll know."
The maid remained faithful and constant in love
in this world where few things are clear,
till she met a young man with no silver and gold.
What he did have was abundant, and near.
From earlier months:


Roxana's Curse

Hey you guys, why leave your town

To find a bride and settle down?

Take a tip and don’t philander

Somewhere remote like Alexander.

He married a princess called Roxana,

It seems, to make her hill tribes calmer.

To equalize the world by sex

Was a worthy aim subject to checks.

Pneumonia, poison or whatever

The emperor from his wife did sever.

So poor Roxana was alone

Cut off from people, friends and home.

She made her way to Macedonia

There to die not of pneumonia.

She, much sinned against, did sin.

She did in some foes and got done in.

Want to learn more? Surf to ‘Cassander’

And read some books on Alexander.

Before they placed her in a hearse

She pronounced an awesome curse.

‘To conquer my land shall many strive

who ne’er shall leave that land alive’.

I fear this curse still ails her land,

which nought can lift save God's own hand.

Name this land if that you can.

Take this hint. It ends with –stan.



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