Same Procedure As Every Year

Jetzt

You're Innocent When You Dream

World Keeps Turning

Road To Peace

Way Down in the Hole

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas,
Peace on Earth
and Goodwill to all People.

As for goodwill but one example: In Berlin six human beings in the so-called Holy Night set fire on a homeless human being sleeping in an underground station. Fortunately, other human beings put out the blaze.

Chocolate Jesus

God's away on Business

Jacques Brel about Christmas

Take ... to Church

Sergei Polunin ,

El cumpleaños

Chico Mendes, here with his wife Ilsamar,
today could have celebrated his 72nd birthday,
if ...

 Photo: courtesy by Miranda Smith

Monday

Lucio Dalla (4 March 1943 – 1 March 2012)

Caruso

Lucio Dalla (4 March 1943 – 1 March 2012)

Annabelle's Brother

Annabelle's Brother.
While her birthday is 4 / 9
His might be 9 / 4.

Happy Birthday, Mister

Tom Waits (born December 7, 1949)

Cosmic Debris

Frank Zappa (21 December 1940 - 4 December 1993)

Z

Frank Zappa (21 December 1940 - 4 December 1993)

Duck and Cover

Mijn vlakke Land

On the Road

Just will-'o-the_whisps?
The next US cabinet?
Bright side of a night.

So long

Leonard Cohen (September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)

Marianne Ihlen (18 May 1935 – 28 July 2016)

Hey, Thats No Way To Say Goobye

Leonard Cohen  (September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)

Judy Collins

R.I.P., Mr Cohen

Leonard Cohen 21 September 1933 - 7 November 2016

Laughing Lhursday*

Princess on the Pea

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Sail on, sail on ...

The World ...

... after my awakening will be no safer place.

Consequential

There have always innocent children been born
who became evil bastards.
In face of an expanding number of human beings
it should therefore not come as a surprise
that nowadays
there live more evil bastards on this planet.

They would be a minor problem, though.
The problems are caused by those who follow them.

Laughing Lhursday*

Porcini, eh?

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Glyn Houston as Gwyn Thomas

Today is Glyn Houston's 90th birthday.
In the 1980s the Welsh actor performed a hugely successful one-man play called "Chunks and Chips" using the autobiographical writing of Gwyn Thomas to bring his unique wisdom and dark observational humour back to life. This performance is a must for anyone who appreciates Welsh humour, great writing and superb acting.

This video has been uploaded with the kind permission of HTV Wales, who own the copyright. If you have enjoyed this video please click on the link below to view more of their great content.
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCT2N...

Aberfan is different

60 Years Ago

Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

Laughing Lhursday*

Molehenge

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Walnuts & Starlings

How many?

Splendid Yesterday

Two fine malt whisk(e)ys
The wishlist eight books shorter
Now winter can come

Literature Heaven opened

524 years ago

The American who discovered Columbus first,made a fatal discovery.

Der Amerikaner, der den Kolumbus zuerst entdeckte,
machte eine böse Entdeckung. [G 183]

Georg Christoph Lichtenberg (1742 - 1799)

Le Plat Pays

Jacques Brel (8 April 1929 – 9 October 1978)

First cranes leaving

While picking apples
I heard the first cranes singing
The starlings gathered

Monochrome Monday

. . .

Le Pendu

L'amour est mort

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Annabelle's sibling

Eight centimetres.
Brother? Sister? Anyway:
Annabelle's sibling

Friday is Skyday

War and misery,
terror and hypocrisy
Not my business!

Seán O'Casey

Seán O'Casey (30 March 1880 – 18 September 1964)

Friday is Skyday

Southwards

Deadly Dust

Deleyed

Sometimes I don't mind
being soon forced to sit down.
Ah! All this beauty.

Friday is Skyday

Three crows.

Laughing Lhursday*

Hey! I am not fed up.

* [For first time visitors]:
Typo in the title?
Nah.
It's just that I would not let a tiny T spoil an avantgardistic alliteration.

Honey, honey

Deliciously sweet
the hollyhocks of Seanhenge.
Oh, and the honey!

Monochrome Monday

In the apple tree's shadow.

Sunday's Pleasures

. . .

quaquaquaqua – time will tell

Given the existence as uttered forth in the public works of Puncher and Wattmann of a personal God quaquaquaqua with white beard quaquaquaqua outside time without extension who from the heights of divine apathia divine athambia divine aphasia loves us dearly with some exceptions for reasons unknown but time will tell and suffers like the divine Miranda with those who for reasons unknown but time will tell are plunged in torment plunged in fire whose fire flames if that continues and who can doubt it will fire the firmament that is to say blast hell to heaven so blue still and calm so calm with a calm which even though intermittent is better than nothing but not so fast and considering what is more that as a result of the labors left unfinished crowned by the Acacacacademy of Anthropopopometry of Essy-in-Possy of Testew and Cunard it is established beyond all doubt all other doubt than that which clings to the labors of men that as a result of the labors unfinished of Testew and Cunnard it is established as hereinafter but not so fast for reasons unknown that as a result of the public works of Puncher and Wattmann it is established beyond all doubt that in view of the labors of Fartov and Belcher left unfinished for reasons unknown of Testew and Cunard left unfinished it is established what many deny that man in Possy of Testew and Cunard that man in Essy that man in short that man in brief in spite of the strides of alimentation and defecation wastes and pines wastes and pines and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the strides of physical culture the practice of sports such as tennis football running cycling swimming flying floating riding gliding conating camogie skating tennis of all kinds dying flying sports of all sorts autumn summer winter winter tennis of all kinds hockey of all sorts penicillin and succedanea in a word I resume flying gliding golf over nine and eighteen holes tennis of all sorts in a word for reasons unknown in Feckham Peckham Fulham Clapham namely concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown but time will tell fades away I resume Fulham Clapham in a word the dead loss per head since the death of Bishop Berkeley being to the tune of one inch four ounce per head approximately by and large more or less to the nearest decimal good measure round figures stark naked in the stockinged feet in Connemara in a word for reasons unknown no matter what matter the facts are there and considering what is more much more grave that in the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman it appears what is more much more grave that in the light the light the light of the labors lost of Steinweg and Peterman that in the plains in the mountains by the seas by the rivers running water running fire the air is the same and then the earth namely the air and then the earth in the great cold the great dark the air and the earth abode of stones in the great cold alas alas in the year of their Lord six hundred and something the air the earth the sea the earth abode of stones in the great deeps the great cold on sea on land and in the air I resume for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis the facts are there but time will tell I resume alas alas on on in short in fine on on abode of stones who can doubt it I resume but not so fast I resume the skull fading fading fading and concurrently simultaneously what is more for reasons unknown in spite of the tennis on on the beard the flames the tears the stones so blue so calm alas alas on on the skull the skull the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the labors abandoned left unfinished graver still abode of stones in a word I resume alas alas abandoned unfinished the skull the skull in Connemara in spite of the tennis the skull alas the stones Cunard (mêlée, final vociferations)

Barry McGovern     (Vladimir),
Johnny Murphy       (Estragon),
Alan Stanford          (Pozzo),
Stephen Brennan     (Lucky), 

Friday is Skyday

20:13

20:15

20:21

Rah Rah

Raven
Raven Ale
Orkney.

40% vol. / 700 ml

Mind you, not for me.
Just a gift for son-in-law.
I prefer uisge beatha.

Visiting a Foxglove

...

August beginning

On an August day
I felt I had found some peace.
Agnostic's pleasure.

Cihan's a clever horse

His name could well be

Josef Adolf Erdoğan.

Cihan* knew before.

* Cihan means World / Welt / mondo, mundo

Forgotten?

Natalya Estemirova
(28 February 1958 – 15 July 2009)

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Some

Some enjoy cabal,
some praise their stupidity,
some can do without.

Longlasting Ephemerality

A balcony view.
Even seven weeks later
I feel that delight.

Occupy Balcony

Five weeks 'allowing'
no breakfast on balcony.
Brave little redstarts.

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Mr. Bloom's tiny Gratification

It's not Joyceday.

Borges & Borges

30 years ago
Jorge Luis Borges died.
His tombstone remains.

The grave of this German namesake
who died five years later,
does not exist anymore.
This Borges was obviously no famous writer.

Jorge Luis Borges (24 August 1899 – 14 June 1986)

Monochrome Monday

In late April
around the old beehouse
blossoms galore

Friday is Skyday

. . .

Precious Life

The life where nothing happens
among the dear familiar things
is for me the most precious life.
...
And all we have
is those precious moments
and the hours and the days.

John McGahern

Worth some thoughts

If a book was well-written it can be obscene,
but it couldn't be immoral,
because if it was immoral,
it couldn't be true.

John Mc Gahern

Transit of a Cat

What's the Transit of Mercury

against the Transit of Momo.

A Fart in the Wind

Nine years of blogging
are like a fart in the wind.
What are four days more?

Question answered

It's about apples, stupid.

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.

Mayday

Add caption.
Nothing to add.

Simultaneous

This tulip and I
enjoying the last sun-beams;
her blossom, my eye.

April 23rd, 2016

On the 400th anniversary of Shakespeare's and Cervantes' death
in Seanhenge the cherry-tree is blooming,
the potatoes have been planted,

a pair of phoenicurus has again chosen the balcony
to bring up their nestlings,
and I do still enjoy being busy
with blogging
as little as possible.