Thursday, October 24, 2013

Laughing Lhursday*

Would you kill
a spider near the ceiling
?
I take a glass and a postcard
and open a window.. :)

* [For first time visitors]:

Typo in the title?
Nah. It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Illuminated

One could also call it waste of energy
and light pollution.

On the Road

[. . .]
And I need the phone.
The phone?
Yes. To call you in the night.
Oh, mother, but you are in hospital.
Not at home?
No. In hospital. For a couple of days.
In H.?
No, in G.
Will sister Gabi come tomorrow morning?
. . . Oh, sure. I think she will soon come again.
That's good.[. . .]





Within two days getting totally confused, demented even?
How do they do it in hospitals? 


Update:
In early morning she died.
25.07.1924 - 21.10.2013
May she rest in peace.

Cherry leaves

. . . while Sunday leaves . . .

Over the Poplars

Looking east
while in the west
the sun is about dropping off the disc.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Thursday, October 17, 2013

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Land's End

Blimey . . . πάντα ῥεῖ,. and time flies.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Praised be her Madness :)

Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died.

I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young.


Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live eleven years and four days longer than this fascinating man.

And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair?

Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad".


If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love.

With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles!

To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!!

Surely you will know some more.

May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :)

I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel, although in this very concert he does not sing one single favourite chanson of mine.