Those were the days – Eriskay, 1934

Eriskay

Werner Kissling (11 April 1895 – 3 February 1988)

Bohemios

January 12th
which in 2019 was a Saturday
in Murcia's Teatro de Romea
to watch "Bohemios"
the one-act in which Amadeu Vives
had drawn on the same source as
Puccini in his four-act "La Bohéme",
was one of those days
I felt entirely happy.

Friday is Skyday

One minute in time

that flies

and flows

Laughing Lhursday*: Whisky galore

Whisky Galore:
The novel,
the film
and a few empty bottles.

Compton Mackenzie (17 January 1883 – 30 November 1972)

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

Tango Tuesday

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tom_Waits *7 December 1949

Sins of my Father

"Sins Of My Father"

God said don't give me your
Tin horn prayers
Don't buy roses off the street down there
Took it all and took the dirt road home
Dreaming of Jenny with the light brown hair
Night is falling like a bloody axe
Lies and rumors and the wind at my back
Hand on the wheel gravel on the road
Will the pawn shop sell me back what I sold

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

Birds cry warning from a hidden branch
Carving out a future with a gun and an axe
I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man
Still living in the palm of the grace of your hand
The worlds not easy the blind man said
Turns on nothing but money and dread
Dogs been scratching at the door all nite
Long neck birds flying out of the moon light

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

Smack dab in the middle of a dirty lie
The star spangled glitter of his one good eye
Everybody knows that the game was rigged
Justice wears suspenders and a powdered wig
Dark town alleys been hiding you
Long bell tolling is your waterloo
Oh baby what can you do
Does the light of god blind you
Or lead the way home for you?

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

God all mighty for righteousness sake
Humiliation of our fallen state
Written in the book of tubold Cain
A long black over coat will show no stain
Feel the heat and the burn on your back
The rip and the moan and the stretch of the rack
All my belongings in a flour sack
Will the place I come from
Take me back

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

They'll hang me in the morning on a scaffold yea big
To dance upon nothing to the tyborn jig
Treats you like a puppet when you're under its spell
Oh the heart is heaven
But the mind is hell
Jesus of Nazareth told Mike of the weeds
I's born at this time for a reason you see
When I'm dead I"ll be dead a long time
But the wines so pleasing and so sublime

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

Kissed my sweetheart by the chinaball tree
Everything I done is between God and me
Only he will judge how my time was spent
29 days of sinning and 40 to repent
The horse is steady but the horse is blind
Wicked are the branches on the tree of mankind
The roots grow upwared and the branches grow down
Its much too late to throw the dice again I've found

I'm gonna take the sins of my father
I'm gonna take the sins of my mother
I"m gonna take the sins of my brother
Down to the pond

I'm gonna wash them [2x]
I'm gonna wash the sins of my Father
I'm gonna wash the sins of my Mother
I'm gonna wash the sins of my Brother
Till the water runs clear [2x]

Visitors from the Woods

They keep me
cracking hazel- and walnuts
these days

which does not keep them
from pinching a bit from
what is thought for the smaller guests

Saturday Night Music

Béla Bartók (25 March 1881 – 26 September 1945)

Martha Argerich *5 June 1941
Toho Gakuen School Orchestra

Yuri Bashmet *24 January 1953

Earth died Screaming

"Earth Died Screaming"

Rudy's on the midway
And Jacob's in the hole
The monkey's on the ladder
The devil shovels coal
With crows as big as airplanes
The lion has three heads
And someone will eat the skin that he sheds
And the earth died screaming
The earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming of you

Well hell doesn't want you
And heaven is full
Bring me some water
Put it in this skull
I walk between the raindrops
Wait in Bug House Square
And the army ants
They leave nothin' but the bones
And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming of you

There was thunder
There was lightning
Then the stars went out
And the moon fell from the sky
It rained mackerel
It rained trout
And the great day of wrath has come
And here's mud in your big red eye
The poker's in the fire
And the locusts take the sky
And the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming of you

Tom Waits *December 7, 1949)

The Blue Aubergine

Miral al-Tahavy

Happy New Year!

And all the best.
What depends me, it will not become the same procedure as every year.
Looking forward to that.
This morning I read that Apes and monkeys die as fire rips through German zoo; afterwards I read that millions of primates enjoyed watching fireworks in Berlin, London, Paris and – of course! – in Sydney. Tough primates there. Real heroes.
By the way, while I am writing this the net primate-population growth today – January 1st, 2020 – has reached 212,000.
All primates, considering themselves homo sapiens sapiens.
Ha ha ha.

Same procedure as every year

Dinner for One

Every Year Again

Alle Jahre wieder**
Kommt das Christuskind
Auf die Erde nieder,
Wo wir Menschen sind.

Kehrt mit seinem Segen
Ein in jedes Haus,
Geht auf allen Wegen
Mit uns ein und aus.
*
Every year again
Comes the Christ Child
Down to earth
Where we humans are.

Stops with its blessing
At every house
Walks on all paths
With us in and out.

* * For the past twelve years I have been posting this very "Christmas"-photo "every year again". The accompanying texts: different.
Nothing has changed for the better. Callousness, egoism, greed, hypocrisy and – above all – stupidity are obviously increasing at the same speed as (wo)mankind is proliferating.
In this sense: Merry Christmas.
Enjoy life as long as you can.
And don't feel guilty!
Humbleness is for the others, eh?!