Click to enlargeApples. Lots of apples. In front of the pub. Public tree. No one cares. No one is hungry. Otherwise ... Tomorrow morning I shall go and pick them. Up. Winter's coming. Hm? The blackbirds love apples. In winter, anyway. Lovely to watch them. Creatures. Hungry. In Seanhenge they will find food. Always. Ah! Watching them in the morning. While smoking a first cigarette on balcony. Phewwwwwwww! Smoking? Yep. Gosh, in the last moment. One ought always to have Mr Joyce's heirs in one's mind. Not to forget my former finance minister who when in 2003 once again raising the tobacco tax let me know that the more I smoke the more I support the 'war on terror', while the health minister ... Fucking hypocrites!! Sorry about this tiny aprosdoketon. There is something rotten ... not only ... in the state of ... Israel. I mean not only Joyce's heirs one ought to have in one's mind, but the peace-loving people of Israel, too. This sounds kafkaesque? Well, si. Mr Kafka(´s work) is national heritage, isn't he? National heritage? Well, at least heritage of the state of Israel, hm? After all, Kafka died only 24 years before Ben Gurion proclaimed a state of Israel. Shshhhhhh! A German ought not to write such naughty things. That's anti-semitism. Each Arab, Maltese etc. will get infuriated. Won't he? Not to speak of her. And what did the friendly looking elderly Turk in Bremen say three or four years ago when being asked about a most suprising campaign, in which the Turkish tabloid Hurriyet tried to elucidate that women are human beings, too, and that it's not nice to beat one's wife, at least not on a daily basis? "A man who does not beat his wife is not a man."
Ah, nuff written. What one cometh to think of within but a few minutes! Time to fall into the feathers, put my head on the pillow and have a dream: All semites and other machos with immediate effect do veil their faces up til infinity ... yes ... and walk four steps behind their wives ... yes ... when lugging the shopping bags. Yes.
The peace of the night.
Brilliant, superbly written monologue. Amazing revelations, full of compassion, tears, deep anger, a little laughter, much irony...
ReplyDeleteLucky Seanhenge winter blackbirds
who will profit from a beautiful, deserted tree, heavy with apples.
If only we could bring a part of the suffering world on your land, I know it would be loved, fed, and at peace...Yes!....:-)
Sorry, Sean,couldn't resist one Yes.:))))))) Ulysses has the most romantic book ending I ever read! And your post finale will be exhilarating to any woman who has been enslaved. Thank you for us all.:)
I enjoyed that, and having read to the end it means I have read farther into your stuff than I ever managed with Ulysses. Maybe I should give it another try. Last time was when I was about 20. Not sure I have the patience any more though.
ReplyDeleteInspired! Et après le déluge, la paix du sommeil. Sean, I would read a whole book of this.
ReplyDeleteSpeaking of which, I will say to Andrew, for what it's worth, that I didn't read Ulysses until last year, and was glad I had waited.
Oh, oh. My head is spinning. I never did read all of Ulysses although I have tried several times.
ReplyDeleteBut I did manage to get to the end of this. I wonder what I would come up with if I tried. lol
Nothing near so erudite and erudite it is for sure.
Have a good weekend Sean.
Claudia,
ReplyDeleteI do not want to argue with you so late in the night. :)
Seriously: Thanks for you kind words.
As for the last two paragraphs: Perhaps tomorrow more. The sandman has arrived, and I want to at least briefly answer ...
Andrew,
glad you enjoyed what you read. And thanks for telling.
As for the "Ulysses", I echo Stan. As for 'Patience': The Chinese compare it with a tree the roots of which are bitter; its fruits, however taste sweet.
In a way one could say the same about the book.
Coming to think of that shared patience is patience halved. What about reading some chapters to the Big Guy? :)
Stan,
you see me blushing, my friend. Thank you very much. Now there's already one potential reader I'll do my very best, in the hope it will get considered good enough. :)
As for the déluge:
Chun 'uil tuile ó mheud nach d-traoghann / However great the flood it will ebb.
I hope it did not cause any harm and / or a sleepless night? Have a relaxing Sunday, Stan.
jmb,
after this short experience you will be able to imagine what happens in my head, permanently.
Yes, Mylady. Just try it. You will see: Wondrous are the path of thinking.
Thanks for your good wishes, and a most pleasant Sunday for you and the old scientist.
You got me worried, Sean. Did I say anything wrong? Me!!!!???????
ReplyDeleteSean: The déluge has brought me no harm (yet), but a great many people have been less fortunate. And I can't help but think that the floods will only get worse in the coming years. A houseboat might be the best solution...
ReplyDeleteNot at all, Claudia, not at all. It's just that sometimes when getting surprised with a praise, I'd come to feel that it might me nice for my vanity gene, just to accept it. :)
ReplyDeleteAs for your wish: The part of the world ought to be but very tiny, otherwise the peace would not last long, I suppose.
As for the book ending: One ought to be careful with using superlatives; still, it is extraordinary and lovely. Yes. :)
Well, and much as I like to exhilarate women, I'd rather see them treated kindly.
Stan,
An Ark Stan then? :)
It looks, indeed, like as if the weather were increasingly engaging in extravagant behaviour.
And, whatever certain people with whatever agenda are trumpeting: We - and therefore they, too - will (probably) have to take it as it comes.