Friday is Skyday

...

On the Road

Glance to the left

Glance to the right

Rain on the way

Bloom's Day, not Joyce's Day

Giovanni Boccaccio, born on June 16, 1313,
after a full life died on December 21, 1375.
Leopold Bloom, though, born in 1866, 
has been an immortal since June 16, 1904,
as he recently explained to Giovanni.
Otherwise, instead of Bloom's Day 
 today Joyce's Day would be celebrated, wouldn't it?
But what would Joyce be without Bloom?
A Nothing.
;-)

What did Mr. Bloom's lovely wife Molly say again?

"I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes." 

Friday is Skyday

Here's to fill the rain barrels.

I have a dream

Now that like many others Africa's Referee of the Year has also been barred from entering the land of the presidential sex offender and his cronies in military and ministries, a few words about the upcoming Football World Cup.

I have a dream: 46 nations will decline to participate. Then the convicted sex offender and the most honorable FIFA Peace Prize awardee can both get ready, and each lead their glorious nation into the final as captain. USA vs. Switzerland-Infantilo.

Win-win situation for all:
The other millionaires in shorts would finally have a summer break worthy of the name and also time to get two meaningful statements tattooed on both buttocks.

Fuck corruption! & Fuck Fascism!

* * *

Won't happen. I know. 
And no, I feel no sympathy for those who are stupid enough to throw their honestly earned money down the throats of criminal organisations.

Saturday Night Music

Martha Argerich * 5 June 1941 

Nature does not care

An accident?
Sibling murder? Parental murder?
The ants don’t care.

 

Instead of a political rant

Hazel in April sun.
By now, there are more leaves. ;-)

Roses.

Sage galore.

Hydrangea petiolaris.

Voilà:
Future elderflower liqueur. ;-)

Lots of cherries this year?

Beers & Books (449) – Jóanes Nielsen: Die Erinnerungen

Brahmadellarnir

 Jóanes Nielsen *5 April 1953

Summer's arrived

Fruit and lilac blossoms are over, 
and so is the tulip display;

but along with poppies
and right on schedule for Pentecost ...

peonies (in German "Pfingstrosen" 
/ Pentecost roses) bloomed.

Same with roses, ...

Solomon's seal, bluebells ...

... daylilies, and much more ...
as if to soothe me
when I think with anger and contempt
of all those who coldly and calculatingly
walk over hundreds of thousands,
over millions of corpses...

Laughing Lhursday*

Self portrait on fern.

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

Beers & Books (448) – Jaume Cabré: Die Stimmen des Flusses

La voces del Pamano

 
Jaume Cabré * 30 April 1947

Coffeetime with Eco

The eternal fascism

Umberto Eco (5 January 1932 – 19 Februry 2016)

Roberto Saviano *22 September 1979