Laughing Lhursday *: Flann, Harry & I

Since my hairdresser didn't have 
an earlier appointment before Christmas 2024,
I decided that she should have plenty to do
when the time came,
and let everything grow for three weeks.
At some point, I discovered a certain resemblance to Harry Rowohlt,
the brilliant translator (not only) of Flann O'Brien's works.
And so I spontaneously captured this moment.

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

Reaching for the sun ;-)

What an effort...

... to reach the sun,...

which nurtures life.

 

Beers & Books (450) – Arguedas: Deep Rivers

Deep Rivers / Los ríos profundos

José María Arguedas (18 January 1911 – 2 December 1969)

Brooding blackbird

May cats not find this nest.

Happy 86th!

We met once in his hotel room ahead of an upcoming reading.
Those two hours were to prove unforgettable for me.
Happy birthday, Mr Doulatabadi! 

Mahmoud Doulatabadi * 1 August 1940

Kelidar

Friday is Skyday

Relaxing kitchen view

Coffee time with Llamazares

La lluvia amarilla

 

Julio Llamazares * 28 March 1955

Laughing Lhursday* (NOT!)

Isn't she absolutely adorable?
Such a cute little girl!
And how wonderful:
She doesn't say anything.
She doesn't ask anything.
Best of all: she doesn't whine
while Mum is shopping.
(Sarcasm off.)

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

Once a fascist, always a fascist

Franco would be spinning with joy in his grave and salute with his right arm raised.
Impossible, of course. He's rotten.

Mariano Rajoy still has the composting to do.

In a guest column for the online publication El Debate, the former Spanish Prime Minister wrote that France had a “squad of the very highest calibre. Although it doesn’t include any French players.”  

*

En una columna d'opinió com a convidat per a la publicació en línia El Debate, l'ex-president del govern espanyol va escriure que França tenia un "equip del més alt calibre. Tot i que no inclou cap jugador francès."  

See also 
The Guardian

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.