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.