Anniversary of an Assassination

Surely the President of the Russian Federation enjoys a most happy day with all his dear friends, and everyone will have done his best to make the flawless democrat happy.
I wonder which one was the most special present today.

 
Eleven years ago, October 7th, 2006 some admirers intended to surprise (?) their beloved President with a very very special present - and let assassinate Anna Politkovskaya.

Well, and here's a List of murdered Russian journalists.

Friday is Skyday

Peace Nobel Prize.
Those with the bomb keep relaxed.
ICAN – you can't.

Laughing Lhursday*

Flann O'Brien (5 October 1911 – 1 April 1966)

Eamon Morrissey

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

101, Flann, eh? :)

Flann O'Brien (5 October 1911 – 1 April 1966)

Peace Price for Erdoĝan

With twelve days delay:
September 22nd, Aslı Erdoĝan in Osnabrück received the Erich Maria Remarque Friedenspreis (= PeacePrice).

And this months a book with some of her very latest essays got published in German:

Nicht einmal das Schweigen gehört uns noch.

It won't come as a surprise that in Turkey these essays 'do not exist'.
It seems in English they have not (yet) been published, but in French:
Le silence même n'est plus à toi (Lettres turques.

Finally, here the English wikipedia entry about Erich Maria Remarque.
And here the English wikipedia entry about his most famous book: Im Westen nicht Neues / All Quiet on the Western Front.

It's (still) mighty plain to see

Woodrow Wilson Guthrie (July 14, 1912 – October 3, 1967)

Whereto?

Whereto ...?

Marianne Werefkin

On the Road ... whereto?

Fascism raises its right arm.
Franco would be very pleased
 with his successors' ruth- and shamelessness.

Oh, and by the way:

If I were a Catalan,
I had voted 'No'.
Nationalism is Fascism's little brother.

Saturday Night Music

Mitsuko Uchida

Beethoven

Word verification

Sorry. Word verification enabled, for a change.
Hopefully not for long.
Don't like it, but less I like getting 60 spams within a few minutes.

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Laughing Lhursday*

Eliane Rodrigues
There does not exist an English entry

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

The Tale of Wealth and Misery

Das Märchen von Reichtum und Not

Es war einmal Bruder und Schwester:
Der Reichtum und die Not.
Er schwelgte in tausend Genüssen,
sie hatte kaum trocken Brot.

Die Schwester diente beim Bruder
viel hundert Jahre lang;
ihn rührt' es nicht, wenn sie weinte,
noch wenn sie ihr Leiden besang.

Er fluchte und trat sie mit Füßen,
er schlug ihr ins sanfte Gesicht;
sie fiel auf die Erde und flehte:
Hilfst du, o Gott! mir nicht?

Wie wird das Lied wohl enden?
Das ist ein traurig Lied!
Ich will's nicht weiter hören,
wenn nichts für die Schwester geschieht!

Das ist das Ende vom Liede
vom Reichtum und von der Not:
An einem schönen Morgen
schlug sie ihren Bruder tot.

Adolf Glassbrenner (March 27, 1810 – September 25, 1876)