I have not many words

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I am digging.

bowing with many thanks to Seamus Heaney (13 April 1939 – 30 August 2013)

Laughing Lhursday*

Despite being busy
with proof-reading his 1669 pages short opus magnum
"Pre-Assyrian Philately in a Nutshell"
my friend Tetrapilotomos – after all –
gave 15 minutes of his precious time
to invent a wormhole.
Obviously. 
The evidence – thanks to Ashley Lily Scarlett –
is to be found in a courtyard downunder. 

Just go, check, come back, and thus
become witness of an unbelievable scientific seansation. 

Doubts? In case you have any question re this very fascinosum:
Just ask.
Tetrapilotomos will have all answers, easy to understand.

* [For first time visitors]:

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

PS: Ah, coming to think of it, the title of this post could get understood as a tiny bit misleading, deceptive, if not  delusive, as it is – no more, no less – one about a scientific seansation.
Herewith it is changed. The new title reads: Chatting under the Hazel

By the way

How a windowverse in Jeating's Omnium became sparkling in Scarlett's Syncopated Eyeball: Here it's to be seen. A debut piece of Scarlett & Jeating, so to speak. :)

So, hop over, and leave your comments.

There's been a party

at No 10.

When it comes to marching . . .

. . . Many do not know

That their enemy is marching at their head.

The voice which gives them their orders

Is their enemy's voice and

The man who speaks of the enemy
Is the enemy himself.

Bertold Brecht

Friday is Skyday (82)

And no drones to be seen . . .