Saturday, August 22, 2009

Death in a wine glass

Life is bloody short.
Thus let's die long, red and dry.
Rest in peace, green fly.

5 comments:

  1. The gods were sweetly kind to me
    Better die in blaze of glory
    Than be swatted in oblivion
    Without a song, lost and unknown

    Sir Sean, merci / for RIP

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  2. That's quite a strange and pretty photo, Sean. And there are worse ways to go, for flies or for people...

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  3. What a way to go and such a colourful combination ;-)

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  4. Claudia,
    'Sir' Sean bows to the poetess. :)

    Hans,
    I tried to rescue her, but she fought me bravely off.

    D.E.,
    welcome back. Hope you enjoyed a wonderful holiday.
    Now don't I like to think of drowning in a cask of my only man, but for sure there are worse ways to go.
    I'd prefer, though, to die in Morpheus' arms.

    CherryPie,
    Yes! And at the same time - some contemporaries would / will think "What an idiot" :) - I pondered what the fly may have felt, perhaps even thought.
    Did you read Coetzee's "Elisabeth Costello"? In chapter 3 you will find many thoughts (probably) better described than I could.

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