Our grandson, who turns six on 1 April, recently said when he learned that some films (FSK 12) are only recommended for children over 12: "Then I'll have to live my complete life over again."
Wednesday, March 29, 2023
Ingenious, eh?
Saturday, March 25, 2023
Thursday, March 23, 2023
Wednesday, March 22, 2023
Today ten years ago
Today ten years ago, "out of the blue" my friend Jams died, seven days before his 50th birthday.
I am still sad. And grateful.
Thanks for being, Jams.
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Beers & Books CCCXXII – Fundamentalism against Women
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| The Nawal El Saadawi reader |
Nawal El Sadawy (22 October 1931 – 21 March 2021)
Beers & Books CCCXXI – Things Fall Apart
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| Things Fall Apart |
Chinua Achebe (16 November 1930 – 21 March 2013
Friday, March 17, 2023
Thursday, March 16, 2023
Laughing Lhursday*
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| Another torn knee patch. The third in two months. What luck that granny lives vis-a-vis. |
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| Let's see how long this one lasts. |
* [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, March 15, 2023
Beers & Books CCCXX – Small Anthology of Poetry in Spanish
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| This small anthology of poetry in Spanish makes me looking forward to July 19th when the following will be published: Surveying a poetic continent. |
Tuesday, March 14, 2023
Monday, March 13, 2023
Sunday, March 12, 2023
Beers & Books CCCXVII – Good Climate, Nice Neighbours
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| Stories [engl.: Good Climate, Friendly Inhabitants] |
Nadine Gordimer (20 November 1923 – 13 July 2014)
Saturday, March 11, 2023
Friday, March 10, 2023
Thursday, March 09, 2023
Wednesday, March 08, 2023
Tuesday, March 07, 2023
Monday, March 06, 2023
Mo(o)nday Poetry
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| Cuando sale la luna se pierden las campanas y aparecen las sendas impenetrables.* |
Sunday, March 05, 2023
Saturday, March 04, 2023
Friday, March 03, 2023
Thursday, March 02, 2023
In memoriam Claude
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| Claude, February 2020 |
A MAN MUST FACE HIMSELF
I hung two sealskins on my wall....
Some people say
'Oh! the poor dear things!'
with pity in their hearts,
while chewing bloody steak
and cuddling in fur coats.
And I think of **
Jonahsie
magnificently himself: a Man,
hunter by destiny
spearing the seals,
with no guilt in his soul,
no pity in his heart,
but beaming pride
that his day-work was done:
the best for his kin---
and that's all he could do...
And I think of
Kakee, his wife,
cleaning, stretching, smoothing, sewing the skins
with a skill
as old as the Woman called Eve,
and bringing me the gift
with beaming pride:
the best for a friend---
and that's all she could give...
And I wonder why
we worry about who eats whom
when Life is a cycle?
We all prey, and we grow
feeding on each other.
A seal
a breathing tomato
an egg that could be born
a drink of pure water
a flower for a vase
some grass to walk upon
the warmth of the sun, of a smile, of a body
a poem for a soul
and stars to fill a dream.
I hung two sealskins on my wall...
A Man must face himself
and accept it!
Claude Prévost Gamble
(June 1970)
** And I think of Claude who died today two years ago.
Thanks for all. De tout coeur!
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| Claude during a storm on Moose River, whilst working as a nurse at an Indian hospital; James Bay, Winter 1955 |
