Friday, October 25, 2013

Friday is Skyday

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

Thursday, October 24, 2013

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.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Moon behind Poplars

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Why should I?

Sunday, October 20, 2013


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? 

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.

Saturday, October 19, 2013

Voice in Background

Who's that?
A wanted villain

Thursday, October 17, 2013

On the Road

Cropping? Why should I?

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Land's End

Blimey . . . πάντα ῥεῖ,. and time flies.

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Sunday, October 13, 2013

Praised be her Madness :)

Four days before I became 25 in 1978, Jacques Brel died.

I was young, and sad. Not too sad, though. I was young.

Today I realise, I have – so far – been allowed to live eleven years and four days longer than this fascinating man.

And I wonder [attention: rhetorical question]: Is life fair?

Time to thank those who have been and still are kind to me, to those who love me and to her who only today said "I love you like mad".

If I were a magician everyone reading these lines – and everyone not reading them – would feel her / his heart filled with serenety and love.

With exception of those bastards I do wish an extraordinarily long life with but one tooth left – and 59 minutes toothache each hour – and slowly and painfully rotting testicles!

To mention but a few contemporaries: . . . Uff! So many?! Oh dear!!

Surely you will know some more.

May lots of empathy be upon you . . . and me. :)

I leave you with . . . Jacques Brel, although in this very concert he does not sing one single favourite chanson of mine.

Saturday, October 12, 2013

One can't repeat it . . .

. . . often enough: 

The American who was the first to discover Columbus,made a fatal discovery.

Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte,

machte eine böse Entdeckung. [G 183]

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Laughing Lhursday

This is . . .

. . . no fairy tale

* [For first time visitors]:

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

Monday, October 07, 2013

The Seventh

October 7th not only reminds me of today Vladimir Putin again has come one year closer to his biological end.

Surely His Magnificent Ruthlessness, the President of the so-called Russian Federation enjoys a most happy day with all his dear friends, and everyone will have done his best to make the flawless democrat happy.
I wonder which one was the most special present today.

Seven years ago, October 7th, 2006 some admirers intended to surprise (?) their beloved President with a very very special present - and assassinated Anna Politkovskaya.

Well, and here's a List of murdered Russian journalists.

Sunday, October 06, 2013

Risotto Seanese

Voilà, the ingredients for Risotto Seanese.
Well, almost.
You do, of course, need Risotto Rice,
white wine, (sea-) salt, pepper and Parmeggiano.

Not in the picture: vegetable stock.
In lieu thereof the cod which went with today's risotto.

An Episode

For several days I am cudgeling my brains, but just can't remember whether I read or heard the following somewhere; neither if it it was in English or another language and I just translated the following. 
The person who coined this will forgive me. 
In case s/he is dead, her / his heirs might sue me.

It would be a nice story.

Anyway, here is the thought.

Life is the episode between not existing and not existing

Thursday, October 03, 2013