Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Play it again, Paco

Paco de Lucia 21 December 1947 - 26 February 2014

On the Road [32]

Rain flogging windscreen,
trees spectre-like flashing by.
. . . Filipendulous . . .

Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Homing II

No pigeon up there,
but Pyrthe, the homing cat
with growing stomach.


Messenger pigeons
carrying no messages.
Brieftauben ohne Brief.

Sunday, February 23, 2014

On the Road

Sometimes . . . ah, no!

Saturday, February 22, 2014

Friday, February 21, 2014

The Cranes are back

Ah, to hear them singing again . . .

Thursday, February 20, 2014

Laughing Lhursday*

* [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, February 19, 2014

Superstition sells

Lourdes, Central Hotel, 1920s

Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Sonogram III

[Today, 19:00:11]
Perfect s/he: Tenth week,

thirty-one millimetres;
and very groovy.

The Inner Light

Peter Pringle

Group Portrait with Lady

The signorina
found it most interesting.
Obviously, eh?

Friday, February 14, 2014

That Afternoon

That afternoon
I felt and was pretty sure
I was close to death,


All I remember
is that I felt so thankful
that I was alive.


A bug gone astray.

Watch out

To catch a heron
a lousy photographer
is suboptimaL


Looking (forward to) . . .

Two Benches

... to turn one's back.

Once a Forest

Buying a forest,
letting cut all the beeches
making much money.

Friday, February 07, 2014

Friday is Skyday

Where has this pic been taken?*

* Asked are all masters of surveillance,
especially those on the paybill of NSA, GCHQ and . . . ha ha ha . . . BND.

Love is a rebellious bird

Sonogram II

Twelve millimetres,
but s/he is three days behind
says the doc.
S/he is already six times taller
than any average fruit fly.

Thursday, February 06, 2014

Shadow on the Wall

And no one there having the cojones
to tell the emperor he is naked.
Ha ha ha. How rude I am.


A salad's beginning.

Sunday, February 02, 2014


Hundred years later *
beginning my odyssee.
Seven years later ? . . .

* I am not 32, though, let alone 132.

Saturday, February 01, 2014