Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Sieh da, sieh da!

This morning at nine
hundreds of cranes passed Seanhenge.
Winter's coming. Late.

Tuesday, December 29, 2015

To my Sister

To my sister

Sister, rise up after your freedom,
why are you quiet?
rise up because henceforth
you have to imbibe the blood of tyrannical men.

Seek your rights, Sister,
from those who keep you weak,
from those whose myriad tricks and schemes
keep you seated in a corner of the house.

How long will you be the object of pleasure
In the harem of men's lust?
how long will you bow your proud head at his feet
like a benighted servant?

How long for the sake of a morsel of bread,
will you keep becoming an aged haji's temporary wife,
seeing second and third rival wives.
oppression and cruelty, my sister, for how long?

This angry moan of yours
must surly become a clamorous scream.
you must tear apart this heavy bond
so that your life might be free.

Rise up and uproot the roots of oppression.
give comfort to your bleeding heart.
for the sake of your freedom, strive
to change the law, rise up.

Forough Farrokhzad
29.12.1934 - 13.02.1967

Friday, December 25, 2015

Wednesday, December 23, 2015


The meat was delicious.

On the Road

Stopping on my way:
some trees and parts of a shed.
The meeting was nice.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

We will all go together

. . . and there will be no one be clapping at the end. :) 

When you are Old and Gray

High Security VI

High Security Shed.

Friday, December 11, 2015

Friday is Skyday

Morning Encounter:
Winterly Magnolia,
The Moon and Venus

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Wednesday, December 09, 2015


Lots of mistletoes
to tenderly kiss under.
Just get the feeling.

Saturday, December 05, 2015

High Security IV

Unopenable, obviously.


When the leaves will sink
the stones will swim.

High Security III

High Security Shed

My Walden . . .

Where I used to walk
as long as my legs let me.
I am still grateful.

Friday, December 04, 2015

Tuesday, December 01, 2015


For a while I had to be busy with not-blogging.


I am looking forward to enjoy . . . leisure.
Leisure to read ... leisure to think ... to re-think .... to contemplate ... to write ...

Thus, in case I might again become very busy with not-blogging:

Take good care of yourself and your thoughts, please.

Friday, November 27, 2015

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Friday, October 30, 2015

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Cranes Singing Farewell

. . . or rather:
Cranes over Seanhenge
discussing where to spend the night.

Golden October

Autumn in Seanhenge.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Juice being made

Fertig zum Mosten.
They became apple juice today.
The rest is stored in the cellar - for the birds and us.

Wednesday, October 21, 2015


At 9.15am on Friday October 21st 1966, after several days of heavy rain, a huge slag tip above the town of Aberfan in South Wales suddenly liquified and poured down the mountain. The black tidal wave demolished properties in its path and engulfed the Pantglas Junior School in seconds. Of the 144 people who lost their lives that day, 116 were children. The tragedy was totally preventable. The National Coal Board had been warned time and time again of the dangers of dumping slag in such a geologically unstable area above towns. They chose to ignore the warnings claiming it wasn't profitable for them to move the slag tips to safer locations. After the disaster, donations from all over the world poured in for the shattered community. However, most of the money never reached Aberfan. Instead the Government gave it to the National Coal Board so that they could move other slag tips overlooking other towns in South Wales.

The great Welsh writer and broadcaster Gwyn Thomas delivered his own moving tribute to the victims of the tragedy on the BBC the morning of the mass funeral. This is an excerpt from his eulogy

Aberfan Disaster Documentary

Monday, October 19, 2015

A little History

Well worth the hour,
and if it were to learn that

The price
of apathy
towards public affairs
is to be ruled
by evil men

1 Howard & 1 Harper = 2 Evil Bastards

When will the vast majority understand?

People like these are evil!! Bastards (Nothing against ordinary bastards.).

How could a majority of Canadian voters give a hypocritical bastard like Harper, a corrupt puppet like Harper the license to go on and on and on . . . ?

May not only his  toupee be blown away.

By the way, once again: Who wrote this very script in 2003?]

Thursday, October 15, 2015


The other Sunday
I got these delicious grapes
reached over the fence.

Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Dear Rowan

A birthday present
after ten years a grown-up.
An old man's delight.

Sunday, October 11, 2015

Cui bono?

As so often, my heart it cries.

One apple

. . . a day . . .


It's . . .
. . . over.

Thursday, October 01, 2015


. . .


The more berries on the rowan 
the harder the winter will become.
At least "they" say so.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

October's near

Still some pleasure for the eyes here and there.

Friday, September 11, 2015

Friday, August 28, 2015

Tree of Imagination

The tree which moves some to tears of joy
is in the eyes of others only a green thing
that stands in the way. 

Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...
and some scarce see nature at all.
But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
nature is imagination itself.
William Blake

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Lazy Sunday Afternoon

On the Road

Bales in morning mist
on my way back with warm rolls
for Sunday breakfast.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Food for the Eyes

Where next year's potatoes will grow.

On the Road

Oh, a treendow.
Or rather a trindow.
Anyway, nice view.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Huida de la Vida

Not only because
Miss J. once contributed:
a gem in my shelves.
Federico García Lorca (5 June 1898 – 19 August 1936)

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Some more Tomatoes

and four different sorts more

we let grow at five places.

Sicilian Lady

Growing in Seanhenge.
Marinda from Sicily.
Last year I took seeds.