Friday is Skyday

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Precious Life

The life where nothing happens
among the dear familiar things
is for me the most precious life.
...
And all we have
is those precious moments
and the hours and the days.

John McGahern

Worth some thoughts

If a book was well-written it can be obscene,
but it couldn't be immoral,
because if it was immoral,
it couldn't be true.

John Mc Gahern

Transit of a Cat

What's the Transit of Mercury

against the Transit of Momo.

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

Question answered

It's about apples, stupid.

Laughing Lhursday*

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Mayday

Add caption.
Nothing to add.

Simultaneous

This tulip and I
enjoying the last sun-beams;
her blossom, my eye.

April 23rd, 2016

On the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's and Cervantes' death
in Seanhenge the cherry-tree is blooming,
the potatoes have been planted,

a pair of phoenicurus has again chosen the balcony
to bring up their nestlings,
and I do still enjoy being busy
with blogging
as little as possible.

John McGahern

John McGahern

Ach, John!

You need to have a good boring life
in which nothing much happens
except what's going on in your head.

John McGahern
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It's the two hundred and forty-third birthday
of one of my great-great-great-grandmothers
and one of our granddaughter's 
great-great-great-great-great-grandmothers.