Time to say Goodbye

Happy Christmas (War is over)

War is over now?

... if I want it?!

Well, I want it.

So what?

Ah, same procedure as every year:

A child's born.
Its 'cross': malnutrition.
About 10,000 times a day.
So Merry Christmas then,
and peace on Earth.
And after the mass
enjoy the masses on your table.
Sumptuous meals, a Lucullan feast.
After all, (billions of) individuals can't change the world,
can they?
May the Lord care for the poor souls, eh?
Fucking hypocrites!

 

Those who feel offended are meant.

 

Friday is Skyday

Dreams . . .

Laughing Lhursday*

Dog park.

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

Birthday

What is your age, dad?
One hundred and eleven.
You are forgiven.

Abolish Slavery

Today is International Day for the Abolition of Slavery.

The focus of this day is on eradicating contemporary forms of slavery, such as trafficking in persons, sexual exploitation, the worst forms of child labour, forced marriage, and the forced recruitment of children for use in armed conflict.
Today, 21 million women, men and children are trapped in slavery all over the world. The International Labour Organization (ILO) has teamed up with prominent artists, athletes and advocates in its new campaign to End Slavery Now.

In the Mood for Fado

Happy Birthday, you two

Marina Abramović (* November 30th, 1946)
Ulay (* November 30th, 1943)

Friday is Skyday

Sun is sinking deep
as if assimilating
to humanity.

Pile in a Pond

This pile in a pond,
waiting at a crossing
took my attention

Ball and Chain

Month ago

The old cherry tree

not caring about seasons,

not thinking of death.

In the Woods

Sometimes I do . . .

deviate.

On the Road

. . . with . . . . not only in the air.

Old and New

... and good meat they sell.

Global Disease

Two United Nations independent human rights experts today expressed serious concern about the draft Special Secrets Bill, which establishes grounds and procedures for the classification of information held by . . .

 . . . take your guess, and see if you were right.

Will you love me . . .

Backlash Blues

Explaining the Impossible

Friday is Skyday

Leafless.

She got more

Distancing myself vehemently . . .

from these persons' cadence of prose!

In what they trust(ed)?

Loop-hole.
[Lousy one, a]
Whose?
And against whom?
Ha ha ha

Laughing Lhursday

Returning late

Damn tired I am.
And the shadow on the wall?
Just ephemeral.

Just take the time

Monochrome Monday

Cloudscape.

Feelings

Cloudscape

I've made a wonderful
Discovery!
A lost world
in the clouds.
But those tears of joy
turn bad in seconds,
for then
I realized.
It's an ever-changing
place,
where I
can never
go.*

* By someone who'd like to stay anonymous.

Don't let me be misunderstood

Friday is Skyday

Two leaves in the wind.
I do feel like one.of them.
Who's the other one?

On the Road

Circling in the Thermal

On the way to their winter grounds . . .

. . . suddenly they began circling . . .

. . . not because they had got irritated by the sun . . .

. . . but going to reach higher regions.

One more . . .

Homeric Morning

07:24
Eos arriving,

07:39
. . . the rosy-fingered

07:39
. . . dawn godess

07:48
. . . in her saffron-coloured robe

07:48
. . . bringing light to the mortals.

Monochrome Monday

It's a long way to . . .

Wonderful two Hours

Enjoying the Moment

In this very moment, for example,
I did not know what would happen
about 82 hours later.

Chimneys

Windy; obviously.

Friday is Skyday (87)

Having the blues . . .

Pleasures for my ears

. . . recently presented to me.

On a Road

. . . through a forest.

On the Road

. . . to a fine Greek restaurant.

"Happy" Hundredth

The welfare of the people in particular
has always been the alibi of tyrants,
and it provides the further advantage
of giving the servants of tyranny
a good conscience.

Albert Camus *November 7th, 1913

In the Year 2097

. . . the Euro will have found its end.

Not only does the fishmonger who'd stop his car once a week at about the same time just in front of the gates to Seanhenge provide us with excellent seafood, fine jokes and lots of friendliness: He does know a lot more. Obviously.

Instead of a Text Message

On the Road

The calm before a storm.

Just grasp by intuition

Nichi-nichi kore kōjitsu.

Every day is a good day.

Sounds nice, eh?

Wise even, hm?

Oh, and it's Zen!

Now that's gorgeous, isn't it? So inspiring, these old masters, no?!

Fine!

And now:


Go and tell that the child misused in this very minute.

Go and tell that the man tortured in this very moment.

Go and tell that the woman being raped in this very second.

Go and tell . . .

Come on, don't hesitate.

. . .

Pardon? . . .  Ah, of course, to these persons in their very special situation this statement may appear contradictory to rationality but certainly they'll be able to grasp it through intuition on the peak of delight while being misused, tortured, raped.

The peace of the night.

Friday is Skyday

Not to bore myself
with trying to tell the story behind
I leave you with what you see

Time . . .

. . . to . . .

. . . die.

Laughing Lhursday*

Would you kill
a spider near the ceiling?

I take a glass and a postcard
and open a window.. :)

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Moon behind Poplars

Add caption

Why should I?

 

 

Monochrome Monday

60.

Illuminated

One could also call it waste of energy
and light pollution.

On the Road

[. . .]
And I need the phone.
The phone?
Yes. To call you in the night.
Oh, mother, but you are in hospital.
Not at home?
No. In hospital. For a couple of days.
In H.?
No, in G.
Will sister Gabi come tomorrow morning?
. . . Oh, sure. I think she will soon come again.
That's good.[. . .]

Within two days getting totally confused, demented even?
How do they do it in hospitals? 


Update:
In early morning she died.
25.07.1924 - 21.10.2013
May she rest in peace.

Cherry leaves

. . . while Sunday leaves . . .

Over the Poplars

Looking east

while in the west

the sun is about dropping off the disc.